He looked at the golden afterglow projected on the water, and suddenly said with emotion: "Ah Qiang, are you eighteen this year? I remember when you first came to the villa, your height was only as high as my chest. In the blink of an eye, six years later, you He’s taller than me now.”
"Grandpa, you are getting old. Only old people will think about the past." Shu Qiang smiled, picked up a small stone on the ground and threw it into the pond.
"Stupid kid, don't scare away my fish!" Mr. Cheng patted his back vigorously and smiled: "It's good to be young. I remember when your grandfather and I were as old as you, we could do business together for ten consecutive days. I worked non-stop for eight days and finally managed to get where I am today, but your grandfather left early... Alas, I am really old too."
"What kind of person is my grandfather?" Shu Qiang thought about the relatives he had never met.
"You and your father both look like him, tall, strong, and very courageous. Your father's intelligence and boldness are all inherited from him, but unfortunately he lacks his toughness and cannot withstand blows. But you are different, Aqiang. I will treat you Have confidence."
Mr. Cheng likes Aqiang, partly because he has a similar temperament with him, and partly because he looks so much like his deceased friend.
He saw the resilience and drive in Aqiang's character, like gold that has not been hammered, it will shine one day.
Shuqiang felt a little sad and a little moved in his heart.
Six years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the figure who was once high-spirited and arrogant and then passed away has become blurry.
He only remembered that the night before his father died, he walked into his room, covered him with a quilt when he had already got into bed, stared at him for a moment, and then left without saying a word.
His strange behavior made Aqiang feel strange. He opened his eyes and saw only a helpless back.
Somehow, every time he thinks of his father, Shuqiang thinks of Meteor.
Although the dazzling meteors are beautiful, they burn and destroy so quickly!
He was once so brilliant, but yet he was so completely destroyed...
Aqiang didn't know whether to be proud or ashamed of such a father.
Everyone thought that he was the replica of his father, no matter his appearance or anything else. They looked at him with sympathy or disgust and refused to let him go. They pointed at him behind his back and said that he was the one who burned on the yacht. The son of Shu Luoyu who committed suicide.
However, Grandpa Cheng did not. He simply took care of him as the grandson of an old friend. He also admired him and stubbornly believed that he would eventually become a man.
Although he didn't say it, he liked this strong old man very much in his heart. He liked and trusted him as if he were his biological grandfather.
"Grandpa, I want to borrow one million from you." Shu Qiang suddenly said after being silent for a while.
He waited for Mr. Zuocheng's surprise and inquiry, and he was ready to answer.
After all, although one million is a small amount for Mr. Cheng, there is no reason to spend it randomly on a child who has just grown up.
However, none of the scenes he thought would happen happened. Mr. Cheng just nodded and said as if nothing had happened:
"Okay, come to my study in the evening and get the check."
Shu Qiang couldn't help but asked, "Grandpa, why don't you ask me what the money is for? Aren't you afraid that I will spend it randomly?"
"I believe in you, Aqiang. If you ask me to borrow money, there must be a reason. Besides, a smart person will cherish his credit." Mr. Cheng said with a smile.
Shu Qiang stood up and said loudly: "Grandpa, thank you! I will definitely pay you back ten times the amount in the future!"
"Stupid kid! Don't get excited, don't scare away all my fish." Mr. Cheng said with a laugh.
The old man and the young man stayed by the pond until the sun went down completely, then they packed up and went back.
Back at the villa, the sound of the violin sounded like flowing water from the hall.
Today is the weekend, and family dinners on weekends have always been an old tradition.
"Come on, hurry up, Yin Yin is playing the piano." Mr. Cheng said happily.
After three generations of development, the Cheng family has grown into a strong and prosperous family. There are more than 20 descendants of the third generation alone. Among his many grandchildren, Mr. Cheng loves Yinyin the most, and he has doted on her as a treasure in his hand since she was a child.
Cheng Xiyin lived up to his love. Not only was she older and more beautiful and graceful, just like a little princess, but she also practiced violin hard since she was a child and won many awards in youth competitions inside and outside school. She was destined to achieve extraordinary things in the future.
Aqiang stood at the entrance, looking at Xiyin who was standing next to the piano in the hall, playing the piano sideways, and couldn't help but feel a little lost.
Even in the brightly lit hall and the bustling crowd, Xiyin was still immersed in the music world she created. She loved her piano and her music.
She didn't know that when she stood there playing the piano, her long black hair hanging sideways was soft and shiny, and her expression was gentle and intoxicated, at that moment, all the light in the world gathered on her.
Although he always made sarcastic remarks in front of her, saying that the sound of her playing the piano was like a saw, and that the way she held the piano with her neck crooked as if it had been twisted in sleep, deep down in his heart, he had to honestly admit that at this time she was The most beautiful, so beautiful that it makes people's hearts beat.
"Aqiang, what are you doing blocking the door? Go in to eat!"
(End of chapter)