When Jing Lin was three years old, Zhao Fanghua gave up completely and separated from the man. Fortunately, the man had a conscience and gave her a large sum of money, but made a ruthless request that she was not allowed to see her son again.
Zhao Fanghua also hated this man for being ruthless and unjust, and even felt a little resentful towards his son, so he agreed.
Of course, she also knew that although this man was ruthless to her, he was sincere to his son. It was better for his son to follow his father than to follow her.
She took the money and went to Europe. From then on, she never saw her son again, but she did find out that the ruthless man had passed away.
The entire Tang family was dispersed due to the war. She also found the family members and found out that her son was left behind in Shanghai. At that time, the interior was in chaos and she couldn't get any news about her son. She was even worried about whether his son was...
"Miss, the young master will definitely be fine." Sister Cui comforted her.
She had never seen the young master, but she knew that Zhao Fanghua often looked at the young master's photos and cried when looking at them. She hoped that with the blessing of Bodhisattva, the young lady could find the young master this time and reunite mother and son.
Zhao Fanghua is not so optimistic. The main reason is that she does not have much time. She has confirmed that the cancer is in the advanced stage and the surgery has not been satisfactory. The doctor said that she can last for a year at most, or even less.
She now regrets that she should not have left her son out of anger, which resulted in the separation of mother and son for decades.
The son must be resentful of her, right?
Zhao Fanghua sighed again. She didn't want to be forgiven by her son. She just wanted to see her son again and give him her property.
There was a knock on the door, and Sister Cui went to open the door. She was an energetic old foreign man, who looked like an old-money gentleman, with very good temperament and etiquette.
"Miss, it's Mr. Hans!"
Sister Cui let the person in. Mr. Hans has been a good friend of the lady for many years.
"Fanghua, it's dinner time, are you going out to eat?"
The old man spoke very fluent Chinese with a Chinese accent.
"Wait a minute, let me clean up."
Zhao Fanghua smiled, got up and went to the inner room to change clothes.
Mr. Hans was waiting outside, chatting with Sister Cui, asking about Zhao Fanghua's condition, how his appetite was, whether he slept well and how he was feeling.
Sister Cui answered one by one, and also said: "Mr. Hans, you should ask the lady in person and let her know your thoughts."
Mr. Hans pursued the young lady for more than ten years, but the young lady refused, saying that she was not suitable for marriage and it was better not to harm good people anymore.
But Sister Cui thinks that Mr. Hans is still very good. After being alone for so many years, Miss Cui should find a reliable man to live with, and Hans is very suitable.
"I said it, Fanghua refused."
Hans sighed, but soon smiled. "I will continue to work hard."
"Stop trying so hard. I have less than a year left to live. If you marry me, you will be a widower."
Zhao Fanghua changed into a lavender cheongsam. She was slender, but not skinny and skinny, but slim and fit. She looked particularly beautiful in the cheongsam. Mr. Hans was stunned for a few seconds, and a blush appeared on his old face.
Even after watching it for decades, seeing the carefully dressed youth still made his heart beat loudly, as if he had returned to his youth.
"Don't be discouraged. I'm contacting Dr. Merris. He has successful cases like yours."
Hans was unhappy. He didn't like hearing this.
Zhao Fanghua smiled, changed the subject, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to eat delicious food. You can't finish all the delicious food in Yangcheng in a month."
"What an honor!"
Hans walked in front, looking back from time to time to see if Zhao Fanghua was following.
"Go ahead, I'm more familiar with this place than you are."
Zhao Fanghua said angrily. She had lived in Yangcheng for several years and was familiar with the streets and alleys.
Sister Cui helped her wait for the elevator, while Hans stood aside.
"Mom, Dad, brother, hurry up, I'm starving to death."
An energetic voice came over. Just by listening to the voice, he knew that he must be a sunny and lively young boy. Zhao Fanghua couldn't help but look back and saw only a jumping figure. He couldn't see the boy's face clearly. The elevator door opens.
There were originally three people in the elevator, and with Zhao Fanghua and the others, there were six, which was a bit crowded.
"The next time we take a ride, there's someone in the elevator."
Tang Changfeng ran over. Seeing that there were many people in the elevator, he turned around and shouted.
The elevator door slowly closed, and Zhao Fanghua's face also gradually closed. Tang Changfeng glanced at it roughly, but didn't take it to heart, but soon he turned around and saw Zhao Fanghua facing him.
But the next second, the elevator door closed.
Tang Jinglin's family also arrived.
"There was a beautiful and elegant lady in the elevator just now. She must have been extremely young when she was young, and she looked so beautiful in a cheongsam." Tang Changfeng couldn't help but share his recent discovery and was full of praise for Zhao Fanghua.
He had never seen a woman who could wear a cheongsam so beautifully. Even his mother, Mu Xiulian, was not as beautiful as the old lady just now.
"Are you more beautiful than mom?"
Tang Changchuan deliberately dug a hole for his younger brother.
"certainly!"
As soon as Tang Changfeng finished speaking, he felt a chill on his back. He trembled and quickly changed his words: "Of course it's impossible. In my heart, the most beautiful women are my mother and little sister!"
Mu Xiulian gave him an angry look. Her younger son had an out-of-touch personality and seemed to lack some intelligence. He would just dig a hole and jump into it.
He was obviously quite smart when he was young, but why does he become more stupid as he gets older?
She glared at her husband and stabbed him hard. It must have been that when they were crossing the sea, her husband gave her little son too much medicine, which made him stupid.
Seventeen years ago, their family took a boat to cross the sea. Although Tang Changchuan was only five years old, he had a steady personality and remained silent all the way. However, three-year-old Tang Changfeng was ignorant. They were worried that the child would scream and attract the marine police. I gave the child a tranquilizer beforehand.
Tang Changfeng slept deeply along the way and didn't wake up when he reached the other side. I don't know if the medicine was too strong. After that, Tang Changfeng was not as smart as before and looked stupid.
Zhao Fanghua and Tang Jinglin's family didn't know each other when they met, so they missed each other perfectly.
Tang Niannian in Shanghai encountered a little trouble.
She was arranged to live in a hotel and recite quotations at 8 a.m. every day and end at 5 p.m. Just like at work, someone would come to assess her after a week. Those who could not recite the quotations would be disqualified from participating in the conference.
Tang Niannian lived in a room with two other lesbians, one named Wang Lingling and the other named Li Fangfang, both of whom were older than her.
Wang Lingling is from Dongfang Factory, and Li Fangfang is from another factory. They are both natives of Shanghai and live in Puxi, so they have a natural sense of superiority.
People in Shanghai are not only xenophobic, but locals in Shanghai also have regional discrimination.
Puxi people look down on Pudong people because Puxi is the upper corner and Pudong is the lower corner. There is a saying that it is better to have a bed in Puxi than a room in Pudong.
This is a true portrayal of the locals in Shanghai at this time.
Puxi girls don’t even consider Pudong boys as potential partners, and Pudong boys don’t dare to compete with Puxi girls. They are separated by a river, just like they are separated by the Atlantic Ocean.
[This was the case in the 1970s and 1980s, and Pudong developed later]
