coobybook Chapter 819 No Distinction Between Close and Distant
Chapter 819 No Distinction Between Close and Distant
On the bustling and noisy streets of the provincial capital, there is an endless stream of traffic, and all kinds of vehicles are surging like a tide.
Xiang Xiaowu sat steadily in the driver's seat of the commercial vehicle, his hands skillfully controlling the steering wheel.
He shuttled through the dense traffic with focused eyes, driving towards the residential area where Secretary Li Yanshan lived with a clear goal.
After some twists and turns, the four eye-catching words "Jingyuan Community" finally came into view.
The business car slowly drove into the community. With his excellent driving skills, Xiang Xiaowu found a suitable parking space among the many parking spaces and parked the car steadily.
Jiang Chengyu moved swiftly, opened the car door first, and got out of the car neatly. Then, he turned around quickly.
He gently opened the back door, his movements softly and cautiously, as if afraid of disturbing something, and then stretched out his hand, respectfully protecting Song Shijie as he got out of the car.
At the same time, Jiang Shuo jumped out of the car like a lively elf, ran to the back of the car impatiently, and opened the trunk with Xiang Xiaowu.
Jiang Shuo picked up the carefully drawn picture of the birthday star with great effort, his little face full of seriousness and pride, and walked towards Song Shijie with brisk steps.
"Grandpa, Secretary Li lives here?" Jiang Shuo blinked curiously, a glint of doubt in his eyes. He couldn't help but express his grudge, "I thought he lived in a particularly gorgeous, palace-like mansion!"
Song Shijie smiled gently and responded patiently: "Stinky treasure, as state officials,
Always set an example and uphold the principle of honesty and integrity, and naturally will not be like us businessmen,
They live a life of luxury and extravagance. Their duty is to serve the people, and they place more emphasis on simplicity and pragmatism.”
Jiang Chengyu walked over quickly, carrying the carefully prepared gift, and said respectfully: "Uncle Song, it's over there.
Unit 3, second floor. ” After saying that, the three of them walked straight towards Unit 3 with steady steps.
Arriving at the door of Unit 3, Song Shijie politely reached out and rang the doorbell. Not long after, a mature woman's alert voice came over the intercom: "What are you doing?"
Song Shijie immediately put on a humble and polite expression and responded, "Hello, ma'am, we are here to see Secretary Li."
"He's not here, please go back!" The lady's tone left no room for doubt. As soon as she finished speaking, the doorbell was ruthlessly terminated.
Jiang Shuo looked puzzled, his young face full of confusion. He asked, "Grandpa, are we being turned away?"
Song Shijie was not discouraged and rang the doorbell again. The woman's voice answered again, but this time, her tone was a little more impatient:
"Everyone says that Lao Li is not at home. Do you think it's fun to keep harassing him like this?" Without waiting for Song Shijie to explain, the other party decisively hung up the phone again.
Song Shijie looked at Jiang Chengyu helplessly and asked with difficulty: "What should we do? We don't have Secretary Li's contact number. It seems that we can only wait here."
Just as the three were about to turn around and walk towards the business luxury car, a car with the words "government exclusive" marked on the body slowly drove into the parking space in the yard.
Secretary Fang Zhengyu moved quickly, pushed open the car door and got out first, then quickly walked around to the back of the car, respectfully opened the back door, and stretched out his hand to protect Li Yanshan as he got out of the car.
Jiang Shuo was sharp-eyed. When he saw Li Yanshan, he immediately shouted like a cheerful little bird, childishly and crisply, and even ran a few steps excitedly: "Grandpa Li..."
When Li Yanshan and Fang Zhengyu heard the sound, they subconsciously turned around and saw Jiang Shuo, Jiang Chengyu and Song Shijie standing neatly at the door of their unit, holding gifts.
Li Yanshan's face instantly broke into a brilliant smile, and he said with a smile: "Hey, Mr. Song, Mr. Jiang, and our lovely little one, why are you here?"
Jiang Shuo raised his innocent little face and said in a tender voice, "I'm worried that the birthday picture won't be delivered to you in time for Grandpa's birthday.
This painting was just finished yesterday, and my little daddy and I couldn't wait to send it over."
Li Yanshan's eyes were filled with surprise and relief, and he nodded repeatedly, "Oh, really! Jiang... Jiang Shuo, right! You are such a sensible and good child.
Let's talk at home. You must be exhausted after coming all this way here, right? "
Song Shijie smiled warmly and said, "The traffic was smooth and flat all the way here, which was great."
After that, the group, led by Li Yanshan, walked into the corridor, went up one floor along the stairs, and arrived at the door of their home.
Li Yanshan pushed open the door and said enthusiastically, "Please come in, Mr. Song. Everyone, please come in."
Inside the house, a kind-looking woman saw the visitor and couldn't help but ask, "Lao Li, this is..."
Li Yanshan smiled and introduced the two parties: "This is Mr. Song Shijie, President of Kuncheng Zidong International Group.
This is Mr. Jiang Chengyu, the new successor of the group, and this cute child is Mr. Song’s grandson.”
After the introduction, Li Yanshan looked at Song Shijie and introduced the woman, "This is my wife, Zhai Chunxia."
Jiang Shuo was clever and sweet, and immediately responded sweetly, "Hello, grandma. It's our first meeting. Sorry to bother you."
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Zhai Chunxia's face, and she quickly explained: "I'm really sorry, Lao Li is in this position.
There are so many people looking for him that the door is almost broken down every day, and I can only play the role of the bad guy."
Song Shijie quickly waved his hand and said with a smile: "Madam, don't mind. We completely understand this situation."
Li Yanshan gestured for everyone to sit down and said, "Please sit down, Madam. Go make some tea."
"Okay, everyone, please take a seat." Zhai Chunxia responded, turned around and walked towards the kitchen with a smile.
When everyone sat down in the living room one by one, Jiang Shuo could not hide his anticipation and excitement. His bright eyes sparkled and he couldn't wait to reach out and pick up the long box beside him.
He carefully opened the lid, his movements light and swift, as if he were uncovering an inestimable treasure. "Grandpa Li, please take a look."
There was a hint of pride in Jiang Shuo's childish voice, and he looked at Li Yanshan with anticipation.
After saying that, Li Yanshan put on a kind smile on his face, reached out to take the scroll, and slowly unfolded the scroll with Jiang Shuo.
In an instant, an exquisite picture of the birthday star appeared before everyone's eyes. The delicate brushstrokes and vivid colors seemed to give life to the birthday star in the picture.
Li Yanshan's eyes lit up instantly, filled with surprise and admiration, and he couldn't help but blurt out:
"Oh my, is this the work of little Jiang Shuo? This painting skill and this artistic conception are truly eye-opening!"
Jiang Shuo scratched his head a little embarrassedly, a faint blush on his face, and said modestly:
"Grandpa Li, actually, Daddy did more of the painting. I was just helping out. Take a look. Are you satisfied?"
At this time, Zhai Chunxia walked out of the kitchen with light steps, holding an exquisite tray.
The tray is filled with brewed fragrant tea, steaming hot and emitting bursts of tempting tea aroma.
Her eyes accidentally fell on the unfolded birthday picture, and she was slightly stunned, then exclaimed:
"Oh, the birthday picture, Old Li, is this the birthday picture you kept talking about to me after you came back from Kuncheng?"
"Yes," Li Yanshan nodded gently, his eyes still fixed on the scroll, as if he was deeply attracted and could not move away.
"When I first saw this picture of the God of Longevity at Mr. Song's house, I was captivated by it.
My father’s birthday is the day after tomorrow. Due to my special status, many things cannot be done in a grand manner.
"And this painting of the birthday star by General Jiang is so lifelike and full of spirit. The friendship and artistic value it embodies are far more precious than those priceless rare antiques!"
While Song Shijie was admiring the layout of the house, he looked around and couldn't help but feel a little curious.
He asked, "Secretary Li, I heard you mentioned the old man just now. I wonder where he is now?"
Li Yanshan gently put away the scroll, a helpless look on his face, and slowly explained: "Alas, I am usually very busy with work, and I rarely have time to accompany the old man.
Today happened to be the day for his regular physical examination, so my sister took him to the hospital early in the morning for a comprehensive physical examination.
The old man is old, and he has a lot of physical examinations to do, so he will probably stay at my sister's house tonight and have a good rest."
Song Shijie nodded slightly, a hint of emotion in his eyes, and said slowly: "It is said that daughters are the sweet little cotton-padded jackets of their parents, and this is absolutely true.
Girls are very thoughtful and considerate, much more attentive and caring than us rough old men."
When Li Yanshan heard this, his thoughts drifted away. Mu Xiaoji's figure appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but blurt out:
"Sigh, speaking of this, I suddenly thought of Mu Xiaoji. He had a heart and lung transplant a while ago and is recuperating now. How has he been doing recently?"
Song Shijie sighed softly, a look of relief appeared on his face, and he said with emotion: "Thanks to you, it should be fine."
Li Yanshan frowned slightly, a hint of doubt on his face. He looked at Song Shijie and said in a probing tone, "Mr. Song, what you said..."
At this time, Jiang Shuo raised his innocent little face and explained seriously in his childish and clear voice:
"Grandpa Li, my father is a man who can't sit still. He didn't stay at home for long, and he was always thinking about the affairs of Renxin Hospital.
He went back to G City without saying a word to us. My grandfather had no idea what to do with him.
"Haha..." Li Yanshan couldn't help but chuckle, reached out and gently touched Jiang Shuo's head, his eyes full of love, and said:
"This kid is really devoted to his work and cares about the people! The Spring Festival is coming soon, so there's no need to rush!"
He just had surgery and needs to rest. He should take this opportunity to spend time with his parents and have a reunion! Why be so hard on yourself?
Song Shijie smiled bitterly and explained patiently, "Secretary Li doesn't know that his adoptive parents are not young anymore.
After all, he grew up in the Red Star Welfare Home, and by comparison, his feelings for his parents there are much deeper than ours."
Jiang Chengyu quickly comforted him, "Uncle Song, Little Guitar has a heart for the world and treats all the elderly equally.
In his heart, there is no distinction between close and distant relatives; it is just a sense of responsibility that makes him worry about what is happening over there."
After Jiang Shuo heard what Jiang Chengyu said, the emotions that seemed to have been pent up in his heart suddenly burst out, and he couldn't help but blurt out:
"Then why do you always reject him? Don't you know why he left?" Jiang Shuo's eyes revealed a hint of resentment and grievance as he looked straight at Jiang Chengyu.