Shen Zhenggang's sigh shocked Shen Qianshan and others. It was unusual for the old man to come back so suddenly.
So Shen Qianshan quickly asked the guard standing by: "Xiaohu, tell me, what happened to the old man? Don't help the old man hide it from us."
"Um...this..."
Xiaohu looked at Shen Zhenggang and saw that he didn't pay attention, so he told him what happened in Yuquan Mountain before.
This made Shen Qianshan and others dumbfounded. Therefore, the old man wanted to see his great-granddaughter, so he returned to Shen Garden overnight, which really scared them out of their wits.
After Shen Qingrou's persuasion, Shen Zhenggang finally compromised and returned to his room accompanied by Xiaohu.
Several people breathed a sigh of relief, and then everyone went back to their rooms to rest. After the night, they were all very tired and could no longer bear it.
The next day, the day before New Year's Eve, Chen Mo and Shen Qingrou stayed in Shen Garden.
It was a rare moment of leisure. Shen Binghe went to the company early in the morning. Although he was already on annual leave, there were still some things that he, the president, needed to deal with.
Shen Qianshan and his wife asked Chen Zhenbang and his wife to go out for a stroll, while Jiang Fan and Li Mingzhu were also sent home to celebrate the New Year.
There were only six people left in the entire Shen Garden, the housekeeper and kitchen Wu Ma, Chen Mo and Shen Qingrou, Shen Zhenggang and Shen Xingluo, and the dedicated security guard Xiaohu.
The old man got up early in the morning, and after doing the health-preserving boxing provided by the health doctor in his yard for a while, he stood guard outside his great-granddaughter's door early.
I had breakfast with the little girl, and then the grandfather and grandson played around in the garden.
Chen Mo and Shen Qingrou could only follow step by step, because the old man liked to play with his great-granddaughter very much, but after all, they were so old that they had to guard her.
"Okay, you two, I'm not a patient, so what's the matter?!"
Shen Zhenggang sat down in a pavilion angrily, playing with his great-granddaughter and complaining at the same time.
Chen Mo smiled softly when he heard this: "Grandpa Shen, you and Luoluo play with yours, and Qingrou and I also play with ours. We don't interfere with each other!"
"Bullshit, you think I don't know what you are worried about. Don't worry, old man, I have to live for another ten years. I won't be able to close my eyes until I see Luoluo grow up to be a big girl!"
"That's right, grandpa will live to be two hundred years old."
"Our Luo Luo can still talk, but forget it if he is only two hundred years old. Then wouldn't Grandpa Grandpa become an old monster?" Shen Zhenggang gently scratched Shen Xingluo's little nose, his face was full of kindness, and there was no trace of it at all. This old man was once a powerful general on the battlefield.
The little girl giggled. She really liked this grandpa. Not only did he love her very much, but the stories he told were also very nice, just as nice as those told by her father.
But she didn't know that what her grandfather told her was not a story, but a fact.
Shen Zhenggang played with the little girl for a while, and finally felt a little tired, so he prepared to go back and take a rest under the persuasion of Chen Mo and Shen Qingrou.
Even though Shen Xingluo was very reluctant to give up, he did not pester his grandfather to continue playing.
Before leaving, Shen Zhenggang looked back at Chen Mo: "Xiao Mo, I still don't know what kind of song you are going to sing on the Spring Festival Gala. Why don't you sing it to me now?"
"Now? There is no equipment here. If Grandpa Shen wants to listen, I can only sing a cappella."
"Singing a cappella is all about singing a cappella. Don't think that grandpa and I don't know anything. They say that singing a cappella is a great test of a singer's singing skills. I just want to see how well you sing, otherwise how can I brag to those old guys!"
Well... Shen Zhenggang's words left Chen Mo speechless, but the old man wanted to hear it, how could he refuse?
So he cleared his throat, and after adjusting his condition, Chen Mo began to sing a cappella.
Neither he nor Shen Qingrou and others noticed that in the middle of singing, something was wrong with Shen Zhenggang's aura and his breathing became rapid.
When the song ended, the old man suddenly slapped his thigh: "Okay! Xiao Mo, you wrote this song very well! Hahaha, this is how our Yanguo songs should be written, and they should have such courage! No, I want all those old guys to listen, Xiaohu, bring me my cell phone."
The corner of Xiaohu's mouth twitched, he already knew what the old chief was going to say.
However, he still handed over the phone. After a while, Shen Zhenggang made more than a dozen calls in a row, all asking them to watch the Spring Festival Gala tomorrow, saying that his grandson-in-law wrote a very good song...
"Hey, Lao Qian, hahaha, I'm staying with my great-granddaughter now. The little girl's mouth is very sweet. She keeps calling me grandpa, grandpa. Can your great-grandson call you?"
"Why did you call me just to talk about this? I'll hang up the phone if it's okay!"
"Don't! We haven't gotten down to business yet!" Shen Zhenggang quickly stopped Qian Xingbang, "Let me tell you, you also know that my grandson-in-law attended the Spring Festival Gala. He wrote a very nice song. You must give it to me tomorrow night." I'll watch it in front of the TV, that song is really good, you'll regret it if you don't listen to it."
"Go away! Isn't it just a song? Don't I listen to too many songs?"
"No, you have to listen. If you don't listen, I will rush to your bank to guard you. I still don't believe that you, old man Qian, haven't returned to the bank on New Year's Eve?"
Hearing Shen Zhenggang's rogue words, Qian Xingbang smiled happily: "Hahaha, then go to the bank to block me. Anyway, I won't be here tonight, and I want to watch the Spring Festival Gala live."
"Scene? It's his uncle's place. Why didn't they invite me?"
"Hey, who told you, an old guy, to go back to Shenyuan yesterday? No. 2 brought someone here early this morning, asked us old guys for our opinions, and then sent us special tickets."
When Shen Zhenggang heard this, he thought it was okay and didn't want to rest anymore. He said he was going to fight back to Yuquan Mountain.
Xiaohu was so frightened that he quickly stopped him: "Old chief, you can't go back now. If you want to go back, you have to rest for a while, otherwise I won't agree."
"Go away, I still need your consent, you kid, don't force me to give orders!"
As soon as the word of the order came out, Xiaohu looked at Shen Qingrou with some confusion, and the latter understood it well: "Grandpa, let's rest first, don't worry about it for a while. The No. 2 leader must know that you have returned to Shen Yuan, maybe he will come soon. Someone will send you specific tickets."
"Hmph! Then I'll wait a little longer. If No. 2 really forgets me, I..."
At this point, Shen Zhenggang stopped abruptly. He couldn't do anything to No. 2 yet. In the final analysis, he is just two rounds older than No. 2 because of his age. When it comes to everyone's highest position, he has to call No. 2 "chief" when he meets No. 2.
Under Shen Qingrou's persuasion, Shen Zhenggang could only go back to the living room to rest accompanied by a few people.
After about half an hour, Wu Ma hurriedly walked into the living room: "Old man, Chief No. 2 is here in person."
(To be continued!)
