Chapter 705 Going to Hong Kong
Seeing that Ma Xun drank quickly, Song Yuanchao also finished the wine in the glass in one gulp. He put down the glass and advised Ma Xun to eat a few bites of food first. After all, he was old and it would not be good for his health to drink like a young man.
Ma Xun followed suit and started eating the dishes in big mouthfuls, chatting with Song Yuanchao while eating and drinking.
He asked about Song Yuanchao's work, and then talked about the past when Song Yuanchao had just come to the school to set up a factory.
He burst into laughter when he talked about something happy, patted Song Yuanchao on the shoulder and joked with him. As he and Ma Xun laughed and talked, Song Yuanchao's previously depressed mood improved a lot.
"Yuan Chao, do you have any thoughts?"
After taking another sip of wine, Ma Xun picked up a cigarette and handed it to Song Yuanchao. Song Yuanchao quickly took it and used a lighter to light it for Ma Xun first, and then lit his own. Before he could spit out a puff of smoke, Ma Xun, smoking and looking at Song Yuanchao sideways, suddenly asked this question.
"It's okay, nothing happened." Song Yuanchao was stunned and smiled subconsciously.
"You kid, you have something in your heart and you're hiding it from me? What? Don't you consider me as your master?" Ma Xun's expression was serious and his tone was a bit harsh.
"Well, you have sharp eyes and nothing can escape your detection." Seeing that he could not hide it any more, Song Yuanchao could only sigh.
Ma Xun sat quietly waiting for Song Yuanchao to continue.
Song Yuanchao thought about it, how to talk about this? He sorted out his thoughts and began to talk about the day he went to report to Nandu in Jinling, and gradually talked about the past events of Nandu and Gu Changjun.
This conversation lasted for a long while. In the blink of an eye, Ma Xun had already lit his third cigarette before Song Yuanchao finished speaking.
"I just returned to Shanghai this afternoon. Although the incident with Secretary Gu is over, I still feel heavy in my heart, as if there is a stone pressing on my chest, making it hard for me to breathe."
"Yanzi and the children are not at home. There is no one to talk to when I go home. After thinking about it, I decided to come to your place, visit you, and have a drink with you..."
As Song Yuanchao spoke, his eyes became moist and he seemed a little depressed.
Hearing this, Ma Xun sighed, reached out and patted Song Yuanchao's shoulder heavily. He understood how Song Yuanchao felt now. He had also been through similar situations when he was young.
"The dead are gone, and we the living cannot always live in the past, we should look forward." Ma Xun said, and seeing Song Yuanchao looking up at him, Ma Xun continued: "You are still young, and you will experience many such situations in the future. This is also a kind of understanding of life, and it is an experience that cannot be avoided."
Song Yuanchao nodded to show that he understood. Ma Xun was right, and he had experienced similar separations of life and death in his previous life. But this time, Gu Changjun's departure made Song Yuanchao feel very uncomfortable, especially when he thought of the instructions Gu Changjun gave him before he left, Song Yuanchao felt even worse.
"I was a soldier and fought in the Korean War when I was young... " Ma Xun suddenly talked about his past.
"When our troops crossed the Yalu River and entered North Korea, we didn't expect it would be such an arduous and difficult war. In the second battle, our troops set up ambushes and covered the main force's transfer. We faced an enemy that was twice as large as us and was armed to the teeth. We fought fiercely for five days and five nights."
"I watched with my own eyes my comrades who I had been with day and night fall down beside me, especially our instructor who was shot and killed right in front of me. At the moment of his death, the instructor said to me on his deathbed, 'Xiao Ma, you must hold the position! You must hold it! Even if you have to be the last person left, you must hold the position! Don't let the enemy take a single step past you!'"
As he spoke, Ma Xun's eyes moistened. He sniffed and raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Yuan Chao, you should know the meaning of the name your father gave you. In the end, we won the war, and won the prestige of our country and the peace and prosperity of the past few decades! But you must know that these are not easy to come by, and they are all exchanged for the flesh and blood of the soldiers on the battlefield."
"When the instructor died, I felt sad, but I didn't care about the grief at that time, because the only thought in my mind was to complete the instructor's instructions, even if I had to use my body to block the enemy's gun hole, I would complete the instructor's wish."
"In the end, we won, completed the mission perfectly, and won the ultimate glory. But compared with those deceased comrades, what are we the living people? I say this not to talk about education, nor is it a cliché, but to tell you a simple truth. In many cases, grief is useless. Only by taking practical actions can you make yourself feel at ease and fulfill the instructions of the deceased. This is what the living people really have to do!"
Ma Xun said this while covering his chest . His words moved Song Yuanchao deeply. Song Yuanchao nodded vigorously to show that he understood. Although he understood this truth before, there was a big difference between having someone to guide and having no one to guide. Ma Xun's words made him feel much more relieved.
"I don't know Nandu's situation. Since Secretary Gu entrusted Nandu to you before he left, you should fulfill his last wish one day. This is the only thing you can do for him."
"I understand, Master. In fact, I have already thought about it. If Nandu is really in trouble one day, I will definitely help him."
"That's right!" Seeing Song Yuanchao smile with determination and perseverance in his expression, Ma Xun immediately laughed.
After taking a sip of wine, Ma Xun said, "Since we are talking about this, Master, I also have a favor to ask of you."
"Master, if you have something to say, just tell me. I am your disciple. There is no need to talk about requests or no requests." Song Yuanchao said as he filled Ma Xun's glass.
Ma Xun chuckled and continued, "It's not a big deal. It's what you said about Secretary Gu that made me think of it. Aid Korea, the current situation of Tengfei Factory is still okay, but no one knows what will happen in the future. What if, I mean what if, one day Tengfei Factory and Nandu are also in trouble, can you help Tengfei Factory for Master's sake?"
"Master, you don't need to say it. Even if you didn't mention it, I wouldn't stand idly by. Don't forget how Tengfei Factory came about. It is my real 'home'!"
"Okay! I feel completely relieved with your words. Come on! Yuanchao, let's have another drink together!" Ma Xun slapped his thigh and laughed. He raised the glass in his hand and clinked it with Song Yuanchao's again, then raised his hand and drank it all in one gulp.
Song Yuanchao had no idea when the drinking session ended. All that remained in his memory was a trace of memories, as if he had staggered away from Ma Xun's house at the end. He had no memory of how he got home or how he got on the road. When he woke up the next day, it was already noon. He found himself lying on his bed at home, having slept all night without even taking off his clothes and shoes.
After getting up, washing, and changing clothes, Song Yuanchao came back to life with a refreshed spirit.
Look at the time, it's already one o'clock in the afternoon. I was supposed to go to Hong Kong today, but I missed my flight a long time ago, so I can only arrange to reschedule and fly tomorrow.
After returning to the living room, he made a long-distance call to Lin Yan and told her about the temporary change of flight. After dealing with this matter, Song Yuanchao went to the kitchen and made himself a bowl of noodles and a poached egg.
After eating, Song Yuanchao felt much better with his empty stomach, so he went to the garden.
It is spring in Shanghai now, the season when all things grow. The afternoon sunshine is very bright and feels warm on the body. Looking at the sprouting of vibrant plants in the garden, Song Yuanchao feels very comfortable.
Yesterday's sadness and depression have passed. Just as Ma Xun said, people must always keep looking forward. For the living, fulfilling the instructions of the deceased is the most important thing.
The next day at noon, Song Yuanchao's flight landed at Hong Kong Airport. After leaving the airport, he took a taxi directly to his home in Hong Kong.
Song Yuanchao didn't ask Lin Yan to pick him up. Qin Zhengguo was busy these days and Ying Caixia's son was still young and was still breastfeeding. In addition, transportation in Hong Kong was very convenient and it was easy to call a taxi at the airport. Song Yuanchao didn't have much luggage, so this was actually easier.
The taxi driver was a middle-aged man. He was a little surprised when he learned the destination Song Yuanchao was going to, because all taxi drivers knew that people who lived there were either rich or noble. How could an ordinary person live halfway up the mountain?
Song Yuanchao was dressed very casually, in a simple jacket and trousers, unlike those big bosses who were dressed in suits and ties. For a moment, the driver was unsure about Song Yuanchao's background, so he drove the car carefully and asked a few questions. Song Yuanchao smiled and told him that he was going to visit a friend, which made the taxi driver suddenly realize what was going on.
The taxi arrived at the destination quickly. After getting off the car and paying the fare, Song Yuanchao went straight to his doorstep.
This house is not far from Qin Zhengguo's home, less than one kilometer away, and is located above the mansion where Qin Zhengguo lives.
Compared to Qin Zhengguo's home, this house is bigger, about 7,500 square feet. Adding the garden and garage, it is almost twice the size of Qin Zhengguo's home.
Speaking of this house, we have to mention his first visit to Qin Zhengguo's home. At that time, Song Yuanchao asked Qin Zhengguo if there were any houses for sale nearby, and if there was a suitable one, he also wanted to buy one.
Qin Zhengguo was very concerned about this matter and quickly asked someone about it. Later, he recommended several places to Song Yuanchao. After Song Yuanchao visited the houses on site, he finally chose this one. This house was newly built not many years ago and the structure of the house was very good, so the price was slightly higher than the market price. The owner refused to lower the price. After Song Yuanchao took a fancy to it, he did not care about these details. Now the housing prices in Hong Kong are much cheaper than in the future. The so-called high price is nothing, so he readily bought the house.
After buying the house, they hired a designer to renovate it. In fact, the house was completely renovated last year, but Song Yuanchao and Lin Yan did not move in, so the house had been given to Qin Zhengguo to help take care of it until not long ago when Lin Yan moved in from Shanghai with her children.
