Qin Shanhai stood under the eaves, watching the rain curtains hanging from the night sky.

The night wind wrapped in cold rain hits the flowers and trees in the garden, making a graceful sound.

There was footsteps behind him, and it was my sister Qin Hu who walked out of the mourning hall.

Qin Shanhai turned around and asked, "Is it still kneeling?"

Qin Hu nodded: "Of course your son is like your bullshit."

After Qin Xiaojin arrived at the Qin family villa from the hospital, he met Professor Sang Rong and knelt in front of Mr. Qin's spirit.

Qin Shanhai frowned and opened his mouth. The little bit of pain in his heart turned into a sarcastic tone: "What is he?"

"Dad passed away, Ozu felt sad."

Of course, Qin Hu understood Qin Xiaojin. After all, she devoted most of her life to the Guzheng career. She followed her father Qin Chuan and has been committed to the development and revitalization of the Yunzheng school. Although she is now a leader in the industry and has given various titles of "performer" and "educator", people respectfully call her "Professor Qin", but it has always delayed her lifelong event.

And her only nephew, Qin Xiaojin, was raised by her, and her aunt was like a mother.

No one knows a son is better than a mother.

"I'm really sad. What did you do? Didn't my dad die suddenly without any warning. He was hospitalized before his death. Even if he was abroad, would he be very expensive to return to China?"

Qin Hu looked at Qin Shanhai with a serious face, sighed in his heart, and said, "Shan Hai, you are wrong about Ozu. During the days when Dad was hospitalized, we were all in contact with Xiang Qing. Xiang Qing actually concealed the father's illness from Ozu. Ozu didn't know that Dad was hospitalized, and Xiang Qing's child was really."

Qin Shanhai said, "Why didn't Xiang Qing tell him? It's not just to please him. He didn't want to contact us. He didn't want to know all the news at home. He wanted to make a cut with our Qin family. He refused to come back for ten years, and now he is kneeling on the ground and refuses to get up. Who is he showing him?"

"What are you going to show it?" Qin Hu asked.

Qin Shanhai was stunned.

Qin Hu looked at his younger brother with a hint of kindness. Her younger brother is also a famous Guzheng master all over the world. He is gentle and polite to students and outsiders, but he is not in the way of dealing with his son.

"Shan Hai, Ozu hasn't been home for ten years. He has been wandering overseas alone for the past ten years. Now he is taking the opportunity of attending the funeral to return home. When you go home, don't you really plan to repair the cracks with him?"

Qin Shanhai was asked by Qin Hu, and his expression stagnated on his face and murmured: "How come a slap sounds?"

He was willing to make up, but his son might not be willing. That brat was ten thousand times more powerful than his.

"You are a father, and you are still calculating with your son? If you are low-profile, you can't take the initiative? If you father and son reconcile, your father will be more at ease."

Qin Shanhai's heart trembled. He was indeed sorry for his old father. Because of his intent, he forced the only grandson of the Qin family to leave, and no grandchildren were seen by his father when he died.

This is indeed a regret.

In the mourning hall, Professor Sang Rong looked at his grandson with tears in his eyes: "Ozu, get up, the ground is cold. If you kneel down, your grandfather will feel distressed."

Where did Qin Xiaojin stand up?

Even if he kneels to death in the mourning hall, it is not enough to make up for his unfilial piety.

Because of his willfulness, my grandfather has lost his family happiness for ten years, and he can't even meet him at the end of his life.

"Grandma, I'm sorry for grandpa..." Qin Xiaojin fell on Professor Sang's knee and started crying. He cried with confidence. Professor Sang did not hear his crying, but just watched his shoulders tremble.

Such a grandson made Professor Sang even more worried.

How much grievance has I suffered after leaving the family's shade for the past ten years that I didn't even dare to cry out loud.

"Your grandpa won't blame you. He has never blamed you. He just feels sorry for you and misses you..." Professor Sang said, bursting into tears.

"Grandma, I'm sorry for my grandfather, I'm sorry for my grandfather..." Qin Xiaojin could only say the three words "sorry".

Professor Sang stroked his grandson's head and said with tears in his eyes: "Your grandfather has been unable to speak for a long time before his death. Later, the only thing he said to me was, how great it would be if he could meet Ozu again! Ozu, this is your grandfather's regret, so don't let grandma have such regrets too."

Qin Xiaojin paused and raised his head. In the fog of tears, Professor Sang looked sad and said in a nearly begging tone: "Grandma is old, I don't know which day I'm like your grandpa... I'm going..."

Qin Xiaojin nodded when he understood: "Grandma, don't worry, I will never leave again when I return to China this time."

Professor Sang described it as a shaking cry and said, "Your room has never been moved. This time your aunt also asked someone to clean up and buy some furniture..."

"Grandma," Qin Xiaojin interrupted Professor Sang, "I have booked a hotel."

"Why do you want to stay in a hotel?" Professor Sang exclaimed.

Qin Xiaojin said quietly: "Grandma, I will come back to see you often."

In the hotel suite, the assistant Chang Su finally met Qin Xiaojin.

"Mr.!" Chang Su was shocked when he saw Qin Xiaojin in front of him.

Qin Xiaojin lost weight, and his originally thin cheeks collapsed even more, and his thick dark circles made him look exhausted.

Chang Su quickly poured a cup of hot water for Qin Xiaojin and said, "I have put the hot water in the bathtub for the young gentleman. After the young gentleman drinks the hot water, he will take a hot bath. After the young gentleman takes the hot bath, he will be able to eat the delicious food made by Chang Su. The fragrant, eat full, and then have a good sleep, and the young gentleman will be full of energy."

Qin Xiaojin handed Chang Su the drinkable water cup, gave Chang Su a faint smile, and went into the bathroom.

Looking at the closed bathroom door, Chang Su touched his head and smiled shyly: When the young man smiled at him just now, he actually felt a little...sweet.

Qin Xiaojin slept so hard that he could make up for all the lack of sleep in the past few days.

Opening my eyes, it was already dark outside the floor-to-ceiling window of the room.

Qin Xiaojin got up and put on a nightgown, walked out of the room with the name "Chang Su" in his mouth.

There was a man sitting on the sofa in the outer living room. At his age, his gorgeous dress was embroidered with flowers, as if the person sitting in the living room was not a person, but a garden.

"Why are you here?" Qin Xiaojin asked lightly.

"The child Chang Su has been guarding you until he fell asleep. I asked him to go to the room to sleep."

Xiang Qing said, and got up and walked towards the kitchen. "Chang Su made you a curry rice before going to bed. I asked him to eat it by himself. How can the insulation taste good? When you performed in France last time, I happened to meet a chef from a Michelin restaurant and learned a dish of masini. I brought all the ingredients and learned it and sold it now, just for you to taste my skills."

"I'm not hungry."

Qin Xiaojin's faint voice sounded, and Xiang Qing paused.

She turned around and saw that Qin Xiaojin had already sat on the sofa and flipped up a magazine.

She just flipped through the magazine, and her breath was still there. Now, wherever his fingers passed by, did he just touch those breaths?

A trace of sadness suddenly flashed through Xiang Qing's heart: When did she become so humble in front of him?

"Ozu, are you blaming me?" Xiang Qingqing couldn't help but speak.

Qin Xiaojin looked up at her, her eyes clear, and her expression on her face was as pure as the wind drifting from the snow.

"What's your fault?" he asked lightly.

"I have concealed from you the phone call between Mr. Da and Professor Qin. If I knew that the old man was so sick, I would definitely not... You know that they also used the old man's lie to coax you to return to Qin's house."

Xiang Qing couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved when he explained.

"We don't need explanations." Qin Xiaojin said, lowering his head to read the magazine.

Xiang Qing didn’t know whether to be happy or sad for a while. Is it necessary to explain that they have a tacit understanding?

"Ozu, aren't you really angry with me?"

Qin Xiaojin looked up at Xiang Qing again, the smile on the corner of his lips was slightly invisible, but it was clear: "We grew up together, and we have been dependent on each other for the past ten years. Have you ever seen me angry with you?"

Xiang Qing's heart did not calm down because of this, but instead felt unreal: a person never gets angry with another person unless in this person's mind, that person has no weight at all.

When Xiang Qing's thoughts were flying, Qin Xiaojin said: "I have decided to settle down in the country."

"Oh." Xiang Qing came back to his senses and cheered up his smile, "Don't worry, I have helped you open up the influence of such difficult days overseas, not to mention that the country is the homeland that nourishes folk music. You are from the Guzheng family and the third generation of Yunzheng..."

"Xiang Qing, you forgot again that I am me, they are them. I have never done anything to revitalize Yun Zheng's revitalization and development. They are all due to my grandfather, my aunt, and... it is their three. How can I pick ready-made fruits?"

Qin Xiaojin's narrative is like a gentle spring breeze, neither fast nor slow.

"Ozu, you are so arrogant. Don't you have a surname like Qin, or aren't a member of the Qin family? You are one with them..."

"I am the grandson of Qin Chuan, the zheng superstar. So can I wear the honorary crown of 'The Third Generation of Yun Zheng'? I can enjoy the support of zheng fans and enjoy the place where the zheng altar arranged by my ancestors for me? Xiang Qing, this is unfair."

A stubborn look appeared on Qin Xiaojin's ice-carved face.

Xiang Qing helped his forehead, "Ozu, everyone is destined to be unfair when they are born. This is not the guilt you have to bear. Ozu, I actually know that the conflict between you and Mr. Big is because..."

At this moment, the sound of the cell phone ringing sounded from the room.

Qin Xiaojin got up and entered the room...

Ten minutes later, Qin Xiaojin appeared in the outer living room again and had already changed into clothes for going out.

The white windbreaker made him look even longer, and his cold and frosty expression was inexplicably matched with the white dress on his body.

Even though this man saw him since childhood, Xiang Qing was still shocked by his good looks at this moment. She shook her mind and remembered to ask him: "Ozu, are you going out?"

"I'm going to the hospital." Qin Xiaojin said as he walked towards the door.

"Go to the hospital? Are you uncomfortable? Ozu, I'll go with you." Xiang Qing hurried to get the coat hanging on the hanger in the corner of the wall.
Chapter completed!