Rebirth 09: Synthetic Male God

Chapter 325 There are not so many happy reunions in this world

Zhou Rui took the "policeman" along the path behind the B&B, heading towards Hongqi Village.

He chatted with the other party intermittently on the way and said: "Instigating people to check the registration system is a crime. If you commit it, you should be punished according to the law. However, the cause of the matter is actually a family matter between two families." , has nothing to do with the secrets I hold."

After hearing the general idea, the "policeman" was also a little emotional and said: "I didn't expect that there is such an old man hiding in this small village. Maybe he also wants to hear the voice of the child. After all, times are different. There are too many immigrants. too much."

It is not that he has no awareness or that his position is not firm.

Simply because he was born in this era, and Chinese people regard "family" as their spiritual root.

Zhou Rui shook his head: "You think the times are different because you were born in this era, but for Old Man Mi, his times are continuous, and so is his hatred."

The two walked much faster than yesterday. In less than 20 minutes, they walked into Hongqi Village and arrived outside the courtyard.

Zhou Rui knocked on the locked wooden door. After waiting for a long time, there was no response. He simply took two steps back, looked at the wall just over two meters away, and said to the "policeman": "How are your skills?"

The "policeman" smiled and said confidently: "In our line of work, you have some skills."

Zhou Rui nodded, then took a lunge and jumped more than one meter high.

With a gentle push of his right hand, he flipped into the courtyard as lightly as a bird.

The "policeman" was stunned for a moment and asked about his skills. Are you trying to climb over the wall?

Didn’t it say above that this person is a genius scientist?What kind of science?Approaching science?

After hesitating for a while, the policeman took a few steps back and used his strength to dig inside.

However, the movements were much more ugly. His hands were clawing desperately, his feet were kicking out residual images underneath, and the walls were even kicked off.

After climbing into the courtyard with difficulty, he looked up and saw the six-story merit pagoda. The "policeman" subconsciously became solemn and silently saluted.

Zhou Rui didn't see old man Mi, nor did he see Xiao Liu. The black cast iron teapot was still where it was yesterday.

I walked towards the back room and searched several rooms, but I didn't see anyone. Suddenly I had a bad feeling in my heart.

It wasn't until I finally saw the old figure under the tree in the backyard that I felt a little at ease.

Skinny, short, but standing upright.

The weather in June is gradually getting sultry, but this small village in the mountains still has a hint of coolness in the morning.

A ray of light shined through the woods and fell in front of Mi San. The old man clasped his hands behind his back and said nothing.

Hearing the movement behind him, Mi San turned around and said, "What, the Americans asked you to deliver a message?"

Zhou Rui shook his head and stood beside Mr. Mi: "I'm talking about the same as the puppet army. I just came to see you."

Mi San was silent for a while and said: "I just want to live my life cleanly and peacefully. I was very stubborn back then, but now I want to come back and bother me."

"A bunch of restless things."

Zhou Rui said: "Don't worry, they were taken away by the police and they won't bother you again."

Mi San waited for a moment, but didn't hear the next sentence: "No? Is this what you're talking about?"

Zhou Rui smiled: "There's something else, but I'm not sure if you want to hear it."

Mi San turned around and glared at Zhou Rui: "You're here, let's talk."

"Mi Jianjun doesn't have a few hours left. I want to hear your voice. I have a mobile phone in my hand so I can contact him. Of course, I don't rule out the possibility that it's too late."

Mi San's expression remained unchanged.

Zhou Rui said: "If you want to hear it, let me convey it to you, but I don't mean to persuade you."

Just as he was talking, Mi Hongchang's cell phone rang.

Zhou Rui felt the tremor in his palm, thought for a moment, and put the phone on Mi San's hand.

"You decide for yourself."

Mi San lowered his head and looked at his phone. With his dim eyes, he could vaguely see the word "father".

That was Mi Hongchang's name for Mi Jianjun.

This is also Mi Jianjun’s name for Mi San.

The phone rang for a long time, as if if it wasn't answered, it would be called forever.

The "policeman" hesitated again and again, then said: "Old senior, when a person is about to die, he also has a good word. Please say a few more words."

He always felt that there was no unsolvable knot in the family, let alone his son who was about to die.

Mi San took a deep breath and finally answered the phone.

It seems that because it is an international long distance, the sound there is very far away and very noisy.

A hoarse, tired voice spoke.

"Hongchang, have you seen your grandfather?"

The voice seemed older than Mi San, as if it had been tortured by the disease for a long time.

Even if there is no picture, it is not difficult to imagine an image of an old man lying on a hospital bed, ready to die at any time.

However, there was only nothingness in response to that voice.

"Hongchang. Hongchang"

After a while, the voice seemed to react and said tremblingly: "Is it the father?"

Zhou Rui took the "policeman" and took two steps back to give Mr. Mi some space.

"Father, I am Jianjun. Are you okay?"

The voice was breathless, as if every word could be the last sentence.Mi San's lips moved slightly as she subconsciously prepared to speak.

But another voice popped up in his mind, drowning his thoughts.

"Third brother, do you think your parents are okay?"

"It's okay. We have food to eat and land to plant. When we get back, you can ask your mother to make us a bowl of rice noodles."

"Why did I let my mother do it?"

"You are young, and my mother loves you."

"Then I don't want to eat noodles, I want to eat bacon heads!"

"You are so beautiful, do you know what a waxed pig's head tastes like?"

The weak voice on the other end of the phone hasn't given up yet.

"Father, father, you must be the one speaking."

"Third brother, please say something. Brother, he will definitely listen to you. The three of us brothers are in the same company. We can make a lot of money in fighting the Japanese. Why do we have to separate now?"

"Second brother, eldest brother is afraid that we will break together."

"I don't care, my brothers are going to battle! I won't leave anyway!"

"I want to hear your voice. Please. Just curse me."

On the other side of the phone, Mi Jianjun's voice became increasingly depressed. The fact that it might be his father on the other side of the phone inspired his last moment of reflection.

But the silence on the phone also defeated his last glimmer of hope.

On the other side of the ocean, Mi Jianjun, who was dying, almost thought he had entered some kind of hallucination.

This phone call didn't exist, it was just my imagination before my death.

I vaguely recalled how stubborn and high-spirited I was when I swore to leave, kowtowed, and severed the relationship between father and son.

In the years since he left, he has never really regretted it, and was even quite content with it. Except for the last few days of his life.

Mi San stood among the trees, with the clear morning light right in front of him, passing through the leaves and turning into a beam of light.

The silence was firm.

There are not so many happy reunions in this world.

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Mi Hongchang leaned on the bench of the police station, looking at the ceiling, a little lost.

The lawyer who came next to him was chattering away, which made him feel a little noisy.

"Mr. Mi is a well-known entrepreneur. To detain him without any evidence is a typical case of bending the law for personal gain."

How is my father doing now?

Have you gotten in touch with grandpa?Did you hear grandpa's voice?
The nephew who was originally with him, the person who instigated the investigation system, has been taken to another place and is facing more severe consequences than Mi Hongchang.

The only niece left by his side was the niece, who was in her early 20s, well-dressed and well-fed, growing up like a princess. But when she saw that her elders were in a daze, no matter how high her spirits were, she sat in the corner uneasily and was at a loss. , Mi Hongchang was not in the mood to comfort him.

He was thinking about one thing: Why are things like this?

But soon I got a sad answer.

They should have known better.

Did you really not think of it many years ago?

When they renounced their nationality and called themselves Americans, wouldn’t they have thought of that?

How can you not think of it when you can enjoy development dividends in China by being an "overseas Chinese"?

When enjoying the convenience of power and money, wouldn’t you have thought of it?

But at the last moment, my father collapsed, regretted, and looked forward to that glimmer of possibility.
But grandpa is different. Grandpa is so tough.
Grandpa is a man who has emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. He is a man who went home alone twice to kowtow to his parents and never wavered.

The lawyer was still putting on a hard show, and in order to appear "protective" in front of the sponsor, he was furiously attacking the police.

"Mr. Mi is an American citizen. Do you really not think about the consequences? Believe it or not, we can contact the embassy with one phone call."

"Enough!! Lawyer Zhang!"

Mi Hongchang suddenly let out a suppressed shout, which shocked everyone.

The lawyer who had been so eloquent just now was silent. He didn't know how he had angered the big boss.

Mi Hongchang said tremblingly: "Don't waste your time here. Contact my father. I want to hear his voice."

Lawyer Zhang took out his mobile phone in a panic, found a place with good signal and played with it for a while. After about ten minutes, he came back with a sad face.

Mi Hongchang didn't even turn his head, he could guess the general idea just from the corner of his eyes.

After all, he didn't hear his father's voice.
Mi Hongchang stood up silently and knelt on the ground.

"Father, the child is unfilial"

He kowtowed to the east and couldn't stand for a long time.

This is something an American would never do.

But the moment he lowered his head, Mi Hongchang suddenly realized something.

He knows where his roots are
He didn't want to feel remorseful and remorseful like his father when he left.

The Mi family should be back.
(End of this chapter)