When Huang Anguo just came out of the hospital, the old man had already received the call as soon as possible. The middle-aged man had called him to tell him that the middle-aged man's voice was full of excitement and excitement. The old man's mood was also excited. His eyes were wet, his hands holding the phone were trembling slightly, his mouth was wriggling, as if he wanted to speak, but he did not make any sound. He could only vaguely hear a few vague sounds, the sound was so small that it could not be distinguished. The middle-aged man could not know what the old man said.

He can understand the old man's mood. After so long, the old man would have a short time every day, looking at the photo on the table in a daze. Even when traveling, the photo was a thing the old man carried with him. Every time he wanted to help the old man take it, the old man would always wave his hand and reject his kindness. That photo, in the old man's heart, may be sacred above everything else. It is the only item that the old man can only use to express his longing. The old man always takes great care of it, and is so big that no one can allow anyone to do it on his behalf.

The middle-aged man knew the old man's mood and could imagine the old man's excitement and reported the news to the old man. The middle-aged man waited quietly for a while, wanting to see if the old man had any instructions. There was only silent silence in the microphone. Except for the inaudible sound of the old man, the middle-aged man hung up the phone tactfully. This moment was the time for the old man himself...

The middle-aged man's phone was hung up, and a beeping sound came from the phone. However, the old man was still holding the phone microphone in his hand. The old man's eyes had frozen. Apart from the crystal tears flashing with emotional light, perhaps the old man had lost all his perception at this moment. There was nothing else in his eyes except the photo on the table. His thoughts were stuck in the people and things in the photo, and he could no longer tolerate anything else. He didn't even know that he was holding the phone in his hand.

The old man stretched out his trembling hand and wanted to get the photos on the table. The short distance was like a million miles away. It seemed. After all, the old man's hands finally reached the photo. The old man held the photo and placed it on his chest for a long time. It was not until a ticking sound, and the old man came to his senses and gently wiped away the tears stuck on the photo. The glass on the photo frame became brighter and brighter, and the child's face was seen more and more clearly. The child's face was constantly enlarged, until Huang Anguo's face appeared in front of the old man. A smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth, as if relieved and excited. It seemed to be grateful... Family affection always makes the living people more grateful, cherish, and care more carefully.

The old man, under his relieved smile, there was a sense of resoluteness and a sense of overbearance that cannot be violated. Twenty years ago, he did not protect his only son and daughter-in-law. Twenty years later, whether God mercies or good rewards, he reunites with his only grandson, and he does not allow his only bloodline to be damaged at all. If he had not had this ability and status more than twenty years ago, who would dare to say that he did not have this ability today?

The old man is in his sixties. Whether it is power or wealth, in his eyes, it is just a passing cloud. People who come to this world nakedly will have to go back naked. Whether it is power or wealth, they cannot be brought into the coffin. When a person is cremated, what else can be left besides the soft ashes?

Society is always unfair, some are brilliant, some are poor, some are in high positions, some are struggling at the bottom... All of these are all over the clouds, and people die, they are the same...

The old man didn't think about anything at this moment. He just wanted to protect this hard-earned family affection. Now, only family affection can make him care about it!

The old man pressed a button on the table, and soon, a staff member hurried to the old man's office. The old man's face had long returned to normal, with a serious and majestic face, and he was not angry and arrogant. When his staff saw the old man, they would often feel a little nervous.

Before the staff could ask, the old man had already given an order, "Get me up and buy a few invitations, I'll use them later."

The staff nodded respectfully and retreated respectfully. No matter how strange he felt, he didn't dare to have any questions.

The old man stood up and took a look at the photo. The old man walked out of the office quickly... "An Guo, congratulations."

The middle-aged man's car had been driving for a long time, and the car was always quiet. The middle-aged man was driving in front of him intently without disturbing Huang Anguo behind him. He encountered such a thing. Even at his age and outsiders, he was very moved. Besides, Huang Anguo, the person involved, had just come out of the test results. When he called the old man to report the news, when the old man was so excited that he didn't say anything, he did not take his own initiative to let Huang Anguo talk to the old man. Huang Anguo and the old man were in that state, and his whole spirit seemed to have been evaded, and his mind was blank. The middle-aged man did not disturb the old man and Huang Anguo at that time. At that moment, what the two needed was a quiet space.

The two may be more appropriate to reunite with each other only when they talk to each other in person. At least this is how middle-aged people see it, so just now, he did not suggest that the old man or Huang Anguo and the old man say a few words on the phone.

"What are you congratulating me?" Huang Anguo, who had been in a daze for a while, seemed to have not come back to his senses, but frowned. Perhaps he could think normally, but he was not very comfortable with the sudden extra identity, or he was not very happy with the congratulations of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's eyelids shrank slightly. Through the rearview mirror, he could see Huang Anguo's expression. The middle-aged man didn't care. He slowly said, "I have been following Mr. Huang for some time. From the day I was with him, I knew that the photo on his desk was very important to him, but after a long time, I also realized that I still underestimated the importance of the photo. Photos are not very important to Mr. Huang, but as important as life, because it is the only medium he has expressed his longing for the people in the photo. Seeing Mr. Huang as such precious as life for a photo, I know the photo.

The people in the photo are even more important to Mr. Huang. After being with Mr. Huang for a long time, I could imagine what the person in the photo is like even if I closed my eyes, but I never saw the person in the photo. I felt very strange, but gradually, I knew that the person in the photo was no longer there. Because Mr. Huang went to the cemetery several times a year, and the names of a strange man and a woman were on the tombstone. I later learned that they were Mr. Huang’s son and daughter-in-law. Every time Mr. Huang went to the cemetery, as the closest staff around him, I followed him every time. I will never forget the impression that Mr. Huang gave me there."

The middle-aged man's words were deep emotions, and his low voice seemed to want to express all his endless feelings and emotions that could not be expressed in words, which made Huang Anguo unconsciously bring into the atmosphere. He just wanted to hear the middle-aged man finish his words, but Huang Anguo didn't say much, just asked simply, "Why?" Perhaps he himself didn't feel it, his equally low voice was filled with a hint of sob, a hint of sadness suppressed by his strength.

"Because there, Mr. Huang is no longer Mr. Huang. There, he completely walked down from the altar, no longer high above, unable to touch, and could only be worshipped by Huang Lao. There, he was just a lonely old man. The clear back of the ground was as shaking as the twilight years, it was a lonely old man who had all his halos and was the most real. He was like all the old men, even more pitiful than other old men who enjoyed the joy of family." The middle-aged man looked at Huang Anguo and said emotionally, "Mr. Huang Lao missed his deceased relatives all the time, longing for the distant family affection. He knew that he had a grandson like you, and he could imagine his mood. So, I think you must be the same as him. I congratulations on your family affection at this moment and being able to reunite with his own relatives."

"Thank you." Huang Anguo stared at the back of the middle-aged man and said thank you sincerely. If the middle-aged man congratulated him on having such a powerful backer at this moment, then Huang Anguo would only feel disgusted. He would have completely left a bad impression of the middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man said it intimately and showed sincerity, and Huang Anguo could only feel grateful.

After a brief exchange with Huang Anguo, the middle-aged man stopped talking, and the car gradually got closer and closer to the place where the old man was, the road surface became wider and wider, and the vehicles on the road were relatively reduced. The middle-aged man suddenly accelerated the speed of driving.

Zhongnanhai is a sacred and mysterious place. How many people can enter it in their lives? There are only a few people who can get ups and downs in their lives, and they can get into it after all.

At the gate, an old man stood in the cold wind, and behind him were two staff members. Although there were only two staff members following the old man, in the dark, he didn't know how many invisible people were protecting the old man's safety, but they were just invisible.

The two staff members stood tightly on both sides of the old man. They didn't know why the old man suddenly came to the door. They didn't know who was waiting or what they were doing. For the sake of the elderly's health, both staff members kindly reminded the elderly to wait inside the house. Standing at the door to blow the wind in this winter is not a joke. Although they have put on extra thick coats for the elderly, the elderly are older people and their physical resistance is definitely not as good as that of young people. If they are accidentally infected with the wind and cold, then as the elderly's personal staff, they will inevitably be criticized.

But the leaders are the elderly after all. They are just staff members. They can suggest but cannot help the elderly make decisions. Although the elderly did not answer, the unquestionable expression on their faces gave them the answer. If the elderly want to stand here, no one can stop them. Even if they call the head of the Central Committee, they may not be able to persuade the elderly to go in at this moment. Although the old man is not very high in the standing committee, no one can doubt or deny the status and influence of the elderly. The old man is the oldest among the Standing Committee members today. He is over 70 years old, even the leader of the No. 1 is several years older than the No. 1 leader, let alone the other relatively younger members. Because the old man's usual fair and strict behavior is respected, coupled with his age, even the No. 1 leader often calls his eldest brother enthusiastically, which shows the status of the old man.

The staff couldn't persuade the elderly to go in, so they had to try to get close to the elderly and help them block some wind from both sides as much as possible. As for the front, it was impossible, and they could not stand in front of the elderly.

The old man stood in the wind and looked into the distance. The bitter cold wind blew on his face, which was nearly 70 years old but still energetic, without causing any ripples. Time can leave traces on the old man's face, but this cold wind cannot. The cold wind blew across the old man's face. It passed by, how did it come or how it left...

The old man was motionless, with a firm face and a eager look. He looked at the direction of the Zhongnanhai gate, and he clearly had some expectations. The two staff members around him felt very strange when they saw the old man's expression and behavior. Who would the old man be waiting for? In their memory, the old man had not waited for someone at this gate, and he was the old man's status as an old man. There were probably not many people who were worthy of the old man standing at the door in winter. But the two staff members felt very strange, and they usually went out.

After the visit, the old man had never waited at the door like this. Besides, the leader No. 1 and 2 had not traveled today, and he had never heard of foreign guests coming to visit. Even if there were foreign guests, it would be impossible to greet him at the gate of Zhongnanhai. The two staff members stood and waited with questions all over the place. They didn't know who would be, but they actually asked the old man to come to the door in person. This was the first time that they had been looking forward to it, and they wanted to know who would come.

"Here you come." The old man looked excited, as if he was talking to himself.

The staff of the two looked forward following the old man's voice. They couldn't help but look at each other curiously. It was just an ordinary car that the old man usually traveled. Why was the old man so excited to see this car today?

The old man saw the middle-aged man driving a car, and the middle-aged man and Huang Anguo also saw the old man standing at the door. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he felt relieved. He was surprised that the old man had come out in person. This was the first time he had seen him. However, thinking about the relationship between the old man and Huang Anguo, and the old man's attention and desire for family affection over the years. The middle-aged man couldn't help but feel relieved. The old man's behavior was normal.

Huang Anguo saw the old man's thin body standing alone in the cold wind, and his heart was throbbing, moved, heartache, pity... and so on. Yes, for so many years, the old man was lonely, lonely and pitiful, and at least he still had a family, his parents, and his younger brothers and sisters. Although he knew that those who were not biological parents and not his real younger brothers and sisters, they gave him warmth and affection, in Huang Anguo

In his heart, they are better than real relatives. Huang Anguo is unfortunate, but he is also lucky. Although he was an orphan since childhood, he has the fatherly love and motherly love given by others. He never thought that he would see his true relatives one day, because even his current parents don’t know anything about his family, and there is no clue. Huang An’s heart may have had no hope for this for a long time, but he did not expect that when he had never thought about it, God actually joked with him like this.

"An Guo, Secretary Huang, I really care about you. Look at such a cold day, he came to the door to wait for you. I have never seen such a situation before." The middle-aged man smiled, "Afterward, Secretary Huang will definitely be happier when he sees you."

Huang Anguo let out a soft voice, his eyes still fell on the old man. The middle-aged man said that Secretary Huang was the old man in his eyes. Yes, the old man was Secretary Huang, Secretary Huang of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection, and a member of the Standing Committee of the Politburo. He was a figure of the heaven level.

Huang Anguo was a little at a loss. He had experienced many storms, but had never experienced this scene of recognizing relatives. He didn't know how to call the old man and grandfather? Huang Anguo felt a little awkward, never called him, and never thought that he would fit the word in his mind. At this moment, he suddenly wanted to call a grandfather who was still relatively strange to him. Huang Anguo felt very uncomfortable, at least he felt that he was not used to it, although many people were probably rushing to call the old man in front of him.

When the car arrived, Huang Anguo got out of the car. He took two steps. The old man also quickly stepped forward and took two steps. The two of them looked at each other like this. Huang Anguo was a little confused and didn't know what to say. For a moment, grandfather couldn't even shout. The old man looked excited. If the old man had just been kind when he saw Huang Anguo yesterday, I'm afraid that when the old man saw Huang Anguo, he felt not only kind, but the blood-soluble family affection.

"Hey, that's not the little secretary beside you before." At this time, a car near the gate of Zhongnanhai stopped not far away. The people in the car had seen the old man and wanted to go down to say hello to the old man, but suddenly saw Huang Anguo. One of them asked strangely.

"Yes, how could he be here? He knows Secretary Huang?" Another person also said strangely.
Chapter completed!