Chapter 148 Being a Grandson without Knowing What's Going On

Chapter 148 Becoming a grandson in a daze

As the two people talked, they were about to enter a two-story building next to the pond, but they had no intention of letting go of Zhao Jianhui's big hand. They just didn't know whether she did it intentionally or not. According to Long Lingyun's character, this was his first time holding hands with Zhao Jianhui in front of others.

However, this is not the strangest thing about Zhao Jianhui. Next to the sunny window on the first floor of the small building, there was a dark-colored and indifferent young man leaning against him. Although he saw Zhao Jianhui and Long Lingyun walking in, not a single joint in his body moved. But when Zhao Jianhui saw the look in his eyes, his heart suddenly moved. , this person is definitely not simple.

Looking back at the two guys he saw when he walked across the bridge just now, they looked like they were just looking at the scenery, smoking and chatting. Zhao Jianhui suddenly understood that these people were all soldiers, and they were all friends. They do the same thing for a living.

Entering the middle hall on the first floor of the small building, there were already five or six people sitting inside. These people saw Long Lingyun and Zhao Jianhui coming in holding hands, and they all stared quietly at the golden boy and girl who walked in.

Sitting on the bamboo recliner in the middle of the hall was a thin and slender old man. When he saw Zhao Jianhui walking in, although the old man didn't look surprised, his pair of slightly cloudy eyes kept staring at Zhao Jianhui, and his breathing was slightly heavy. .

To his left, there was a noble lady sitting. When Zhao Jianhui saw her, he couldn't help but pull out the hand tightly held by Long Lingyun. His face turned red, and he didn't know what to call Mrs. Long. But he couldn't help complaining about Long Lingyun in his heart, and he didn't say anything earlier when he brought him to meet his future mother-in-law.

The last time I saw Mrs. Long at Longxing Hotel, she wanted to skin him. However, what surprised him was that this time Mrs. Long just glared at Long Lingyun without any expression on her face. He neither cursed himself nor blamed Long Lingyun.

There were two men and two women sitting around the two of them. The youngest man was already in his forties. It seemed that the expressions on the faces of these people were both sad and inexplicable excitement. They all looked at Zhao Jianhui without saying a word. For a moment, there was only a slight heavy breathing in the entire hall, and there was no other sound. Noise.

Just when Zhao Jianhui was confused, the old man sitting in the middle suddenly straightened up and waved to Zhao Jianhui: "Come, sit in front of me and let me take a good look."

"Dad...he looks exactly like the third brother..." The middle-aged woman sitting on the right side of the old man wiped her tears and pointed at Zhao Jianhui and said to the old man.

The old man waved his hand in a very majestic manner: "Do you really think that my old eyes are dim? I can still see clearly." The middle-aged woman stopped talking and just covered her mouth and sobbed uncontrollably.

The old man saw that Zhao Jianhui was stunned, and then he waved to Zhao Jianhui again: "Sit over here, let me see..." His words seemed to contain infinite authority, and Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but take a step forward, but did not sit down. Come down, just stand a little closer to the old man.

The old man looked at Zhao Jianhui from top to bottom, nodding his head as he looked: "Well, not bad, he looks like San'er's son." Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but frown when he heard that, but didn't say anything, just quietly Stand and see what the old man means.

Although the old man only said that he looked like San'er's son, when he said these words, the people sitting next to him almost seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at the same time, and even the look on Mrs. Long's face relaxed.

Seeing the strange changes in expressions on these people's faces, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but feel confused and confused.

"I shouldn't have met you in this way, but the men of the Liu family are not cowards. No matter how cruel things were in the past, men must face them boldly. I think you can sit down now, right?" As the old man spoke, he took out a necklace from his arms, held it up with three fingers and waved it in front of Zhao Jianhui: "Is this something you have carried with you since you were a child?"

Seeing Zhao Jianhui nodding in surprise, the old man continued: "It has been almost thirty years since your grandma put it on you, and finally I saw it again. This was the same time I put it on your grandma's neck with my own hands. I will never forget the things above."

As the old man spoke, he handed the necklace to his right hand and gently placed his left hand on the necklace, his fingers trembling slightly. It was obvious that the old man was feeling uneasy at this moment.

However, compared with the unease in his heart, Zhao Jianhui was filled with shocks. Even a fool can understand the meaning of the old man's words, not to mention that there are still people who are not fools?

However, Zhao Jianhui couldn't believe it emotionally. I have been an orphan for twenty-five or six years, and at this moment an old man suddenly appears and says he is my grandfather? Who can accept the replacement?

"Old man, you are not mistaken, are you? This kind of necklace is not the only one in the world, right?" Zhao Jianhui asked stupidly.

Hearing these words, the faces of the people sitting around the old man all changed. Even Mrs. Long couldn't help but roll her eyes at Zhao Jianhui and said to her heart, "Do you think you can recognize Mr. Liu as your grandfather just by being a human?" If this were the case, young people across the country would probably have to queue from Shanghai to Tiananmen Square.

Zhao Jianhui's words actually made the old man laugh angrily: "Okay, his character looks like that of my grandson. I made this necklace myself, do you think it can still be fake?"

Zhao Jianhui continued: "Well, even if the necklace is real, there is still a chance that someone else will pick it up and hang it on me..."

The old man raised his head and stared at Zhao Jianhui, and said with a smile, "Damn it, do you think that just because of a necklace, I can go all over the world to recognize my grandson? Ever since I received the necklace from Xiaolong's wife, I have already You’ve checked it out clearly, don’t forget, a person with your status has everything in the file.”

What he said was naturally because Zhao Jianhui had served as a special forces soldier, and because of the special occupation of the special forces soldiers, their blood type, height, physical characteristics, and even DNA would be registered. Even if Zhao Jianhui changes jobs, his file will still remain in the army, rather than being transferred to the local level along with his personnel relationships.

As he said that, he couldn't help but sigh: "I also blame me for this matter. It was my opposition that caused the tragedy that happened between your father and your mother back then. Your mother was a staff member around him. Your mother gave birth to you the year he got married. The old man doesn’t know anything about feelings. You and I. Isn’t grandma’s marriage decided by the organization? Your grandma has been with me for fifty years and has no dissatisfaction. In order to be afraid of my anger, your grandma hung this necklace around your neck without telling me and sent your mother away. I went back to my hometown in Province S to avoid my old man losing his temper. Who knew that there would be no news after leaving, alas..."

The old man paused, took a breath, and then continued: "I just said, no matter what happened in the past, you have the blood of our old Liu family flowing in you. No matter what you think, this blood relationship You have a close relationship, I will give you five minutes to think about it, even if you don’t want to call me grandpa, the old man won’t blame you.”

"Dad..." The luxurious middle-aged woman sitting next to him felt that his handling of this matter was too... too childish. She couldn't help but want to persuade him, but the old man turned around and glared at her: "Don't speak. No one treats you as a mute. This is between me and my grandson. Otherwise, what would I do?"

Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking to himself, what's the matter? I'm still confused about everything, why should I be regarded as someone's grandson?

I have a very important document to sort out today, so I’m very busy and can’t calm down to write anything. Let’s write these first, and everyone will take a look at it at eight or nine o’clock in the evening. If there is any, it will be uploaded at that time. If not, it means that the dragon has not been driven out. Please forgive me.