Ren Gu Yan, whose courtesy name is Erxing.

This name was given to him by Uncle Lao Yao, and it was taken from a passage from the doctrine of the mean.

If you act, you will be polite, and you will not be jealous of the gentleman!

Uncle Yao, who had never shed tears in front of others, read these thirty-six letters again with tears in his eyes.

The old lady was so distressed that she kept drawing paper to wipe the old man's tears.

Mr. Jiang and his wife also picked up the letters that Lao Yao had read, and shed tears while reading.

"This child is so annoying!" Gao Xiulan's eyes were red with tears in her eyes, "I know I was wrong, why didn't I think about coming back at the beginning?"

Because several old people were crying, the other juniors in the family also knew the pain in Lao Yao’s heart. Now seeing someone in the Ren family’s successors, their eyes were red.

Xu Ning pressed the corner of his eyes with a tissue, "Where are you living now?"

Jiang Xiuqing choked up and picked up the teacup and took a sip. "We live in Fanghuayuan on Qingjiang Road. Junran and I are now teaching at the Foreign Studies University."

"Don't you all live in the imperial capital?" Qin Xuejuan sobbed twice, "You guys, hey! If your mother had gone to the village to find someone earlier, she would have been reunited with the old man. Now she has lived in the imperial capital for decades, but she has never encountered it."

"Even if you meet, you may not know each other."

"How old is the child?" Xu Jianjun has been a senior official for many years, and has a full-body style, but he is also a gentle and elegant man.

"My daughter is nineteen this year and has just been admitted to the Department of Biology in Huaqing this year. Her son is eleven years old and is still in the sixth grade of elementary school. She will be promoted to junior high school next year."

"It's all good kids at first glance." Qin Xuejuan said with a smile.

Uncle Lao Yao read the letters roughly and put them back in the box. Only then did he realize that his grandson was still here.

The old lady was considerate and wanted them to go to the room upstairs to chat, but Uncle Lao Yao shook his head and refused.

In his opinion, his grandson and step-grandson are both his good children, and they are not close to each other. If they really talk about closeness, they have been seen by him since childhood. Compared with his new grandson, they will naturally be more kind to each other than his new grandson.

"When did your dad not have it?"

"I died of illness before I could speak." Ren Junran replied, "But my mother always talks about my father to me, saying that he is very talented and a good person."

"Yes!" Old Uncle Yao nodded sadly, "It was just that he was very cruel to me, the old man, and he never looked back once he left."

What's the use of writing these letters? It took more than seventy years to see them, and they only add to their sadness.

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The sky is getting cold, and the fairies are keeping warm. The hand shaking is shaking, it is still early to heat up, and it is painful.
Chapter completed!