Du Tianye encountered three traffic jams during the process of traveling through Chunyang County. After asking, he found out that Chunyang not only renovated the entire city’s roads, but also built two projects: Small Commodity City and Clothing City. Putting aside the feasibility of these projects, it can be seen from the surface that Chunyang’s construction plan is very poor and lacks order, which makes the traffic order in the entire city chaotic.

Du Tianye wanted to go to Qingtai Mountain this time, but he did not tell anyone about this, including Zhang Yang, that he would come to Qingtai Mountain on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

It was already past five o'clock in the evening when he arrived at Qingyun Peak. The sky began to dim. Du Tianye looked at Jinxia in the distant sky and breathed a sigh of relief. The gate of Zixia Temple not far away was closed, and the old Taoist priest Li Xinyi was reciting scriptures in seclusion.

Du Tianye slowly walked towards the stone house on the top of Qingyun Peak, came to the wall made of rocks, and saw that there was no one in the courtyard. The stone stove in the courtyard was fire-like. He turned around and looked at the path to the east, a black figure was coming towards the top of the mountain.

Chen Chongshan carried the bucket on his shoulder and walked towards him. Every time he carried water, he had to walk on Erlishan Road. Although Chen Chongshan was healthy, he was already old after all, and he had to fall down the bucket halfway through the way. While using his sleeves to wipe the sweat off his face, he rubbed his sore back.

Du Tianye hurriedly met him.

Chen Chongshan looked at him, his eyes showing a little warmth, mixed with some indescribable feelings.

Du Tianye smiled, but did not say anything, and took the shoulder pole and carried the two buckets of water. After all, he had never done such a job in the past. Although he was young and strong, he could not master the balance of the bucket well. After only two steps, he poured out a lot of spring water.

Chen Chongshan smiled and said, "You have to let it go. It may not be better if you have great strength!" He pointed out Du Tianye's tricks to grasp the balance. Du Tianye learned it very quickly. After a while, he took two buckets of water to the courtyard and poured two buckets of water into the water tank.

Chen Chongshan said: "I am so honored to let you, the secretary of the municipal party committee, carry water for me!"

Du Tianye whispered: "It should be!"

Chen Chongshan was stunned and vaguely felt that Du Tianye's words had a different meaning, but he didn't dare to think about what it was or would not want to think about it.

A full moon slowly rose in the night sky, and silver light filled the entire Qingyun Peak, which seemed a little cold, but Chen Chongshan's heart was warm. He whispered: "I just remembered that today is the Lantern Festival, Secretary Du..."

"Call me Amano!"

Chen Chongshan's eyes as deep as ancient ponds were obviously waving. He suppressed his inner feelings and shouted in a low and cautious manner: "Amano, should you have dinner here tonight?"

Du Tianye laughed: "It's dark, are you planning to let me go down the mountain in the dark?"

Chen Chongshan also laughed: "I'm cooking now, there are so many delicious foods tonight!"

Du Tianye nodded and said, "I'm just waiting to taste your old craftsmanship. By the way, the water tank is not full yet, I'll pick up a few more water!"

Chen Chongshan no longer politely to him, pointed to the path just now and said, "Let's walk along that path. There is a mountain spring more than two miles away. I will pick up water and come back as soon as possible. At night, there are still some wild animals in the mountains."

Du Tianye smiled and said, "Don't worry, I can still deal with ordinary beasts!"

Although he knew that there was no danger in the nearby mountains, Chen Chongshan still handed him a hatchet for self-defense.

Du Tianye walked away with a bucket of water. Chen Chongshan looked at his burly back. For some reason, his eyes suddenly became wet. He quietly wiped away his tears and said silently in his heart: "Qiu Min, our son has finally come to see me, he has come to see me!"

When Du Tianye came back from carrying water, Chen Chongshan had already prepared four cold dishes, stewed pheasants and wild mushrooms in the pot, and the aroma drifted away with the night wind.

Du Tianye poured water into the water tank and smiled, "It's so fragrant, there's no need to be so rich, let's have some food for you!"

Hearing these words from our fathers, Chen Chongshan was trembling with excitement. He smiled and said, "It's the holiday, why do you have to make more dishes? Xiaoxue left a few days ago, otherwise you can meet her this time!"

Du Tianye said: "If you have a chance in the future!" He helped to move the stool, and then took out two bottles of Qingjiang special offer from his backpack: "Let's have some drinks!"

Chen Chongshan nodded heavily and said, "As long, drink some!"

Du Tianye poured wine in the small black bowl and first brought one of them to his father. He looked at his father's weathered face and suddenly felt excited. Since he was born, he had not known that there was another biological father in this world. It was not long ago that he knew that his parents who had always loved him were not his biological parents. At the beginning, he was a little resistant to Chen Chongshan, the biological father. But when he heard his mother Feng Yumei talk about the past, he realized that there were so many twists and turns, and he knew that his biological father Chen Chongshan also had his own biological son.

Bloodlines are connected, and family affection can never be cut off. Du Tianye was extremely conflicted in his heart before coming to see Chen Chongshan. But after the father and son actually met, he realized that everything was so natural and so friendly. He believed that his father must understand that he knew the truth and that some things did not need to be told. This tacit understanding between father and son was born.

Du Tianye picked up the wine bowl and said, "I wish you, to celebrate the first festival we spent together!"

Chen Chongshan and his son touched the wine bowl, and he drank the wine in one go: "God will make people!"

Du Tianye whispered: "I understand that many things are unselectable!"

The father and son looked at each other, knowing what the other party wanted to say, but in the end they didn't say anything, and at the same time showed a knowing smile.

The hoarse voice of the old Taoist priest Li Xinyi rang outside: "I said Lao Chen, you are too unfavorable. You don't want to call me if you have good wine and good food!"

Du Tianye stood up and smiled and said, "Master Li, please come in!"

Li Xinyi came over with a pot of wine: "Raise the glass to invite the moon, and the shadow becomes three people. Without me, I will not have any poetic and picturesque meal!"

Chen Chongshan was in a good mood and said, "Come on, it's not so lively without you, the old man with a bully nose!"

Zhang Yang arrived in Beijing a day early. Before going to Europe, he wanted to visit his godmother Luo Huining. Since the Wenling incident, he has rarely contacted the Wen family. Although Luo Huining said he didn't mind, Zhang Yang knew that this incident has always been an obstacle between them.

When Zhang Yang called Luo Huining, she learned calligraphy from Mr. Tianchi. Since Wen Ling was awake again, Luo Huining has become much more idle. Neither she nor Wen Guoquan mentioned euthanasia again.

Luo Huining hung up the phone.

Mr. Tianchi smiled and said, "Whose phone number?" He had already heard that Zhang Yang was coming in Luo Huining's conversation.

Luo Huining smiled and said, "Zhang Yang, he is coming soon!"

Mr. Tianchi said happily: "He hasn't been here for a while, and I miss this child very much!"

Luo Huining pointed to the letter he had just written on the table and said, "Sir, how is this letter written in me?"

Mr. Tianchi looked at it, then sighed and said, "You are in a mess. You can't write any good works under such circumstances!" He paused and whispered, "Is it because of Wenling?"

Luo Huining did not hide anything in front of the teacher. She nodded and said, "Although she said she had accepted the reality, Xiaoling is my daughter after all. Seeing that she had just woken up and fell into the current situation, how can she not be sad in her mother's heart?"

Mr. Tianchi said: "Wenling's affairs are related to Zhang Yang?"

Luo Huining nodded and said, "I know this is Xiaoling's wrong. I didn't blame Zhang Yang, but I don't know how to face him. I may never treat him like in the past."

Mr. Tianchi smiled and said, "This is a knot in my heart. Only time can help you untie it! Since you don't know how to deal with it, why don't you choose to avoid it?"

Luo Huining said: "I know he must be very sad. If I avoid him, it will only make him even more sad. In fact, I have already treated him like a biological son."

Mr. Tianchi said: "Maybe after meeting, any concerns will no longer exist!"

While speaking, the sound of a car was heard outside the door. Zhang Yang drove Santana from Chunyang's Beijing Office to the door. He still did not forget to bring gifts to Mr. Tianchi. He walked into the courtyard and first gave the gifts to Mr. Tianchi, and then came to Luo Huining and knelt down. It was natural for his son to kowtow to his godmother, not to mention that he did not wish him a New Year's greeting to his godmother this year.

Luo Huining felt a sense of warmth when she saw Zhang Yang kowtowing her. She helped Zhang Yang up: "Silly boy, what era is it? Is this still there?"

Zhang Yang said: "Kowtow to greet New Year is a fine tradition of our Chinese nation. It is natural for my son to kowtow to his mother. No one will say that I will curry favor with you!"

Luo Huining smiled, and Mr. Tianchi was also stroking his beard and laughing: "Zhang Yang is right!"

Since Zhang Yang kowtowed to Luo Huining, Mr. Tianchi also had three loud news. Mr. Tianchi was Luo Huining's teacher. There was no such thing as placing his seniority. Kowtow to the old man was not a shameful thing.

Luo Huining gave Zhang Yang a red envelope of 1,000, and Mr. Tianchi gave Zhang Yang the fan of his handwritten letter.

When Mr. Tianchi invited them to drink tea in the tea room, Zhang Yang told Luo Huining about his upcoming visit to Europe. Luo Huining said in surprise: "It's really a coincidence. I want to visit the UK with your godfather!"

"when?"

“March 4th to 8th!”

Zhang Yang calculated the time and happened to be in the UK.

Luo Huining said: "But I think there are not many opportunities to meet. Your godfather wants to visit several British cities for a while and have to hold talks with British political leaders."

Zhang Yang said: "I am in order to attract investment. I have contacted European business managers. I want to see the politicians you mentioned, but unfortunately I am not at that level."

Luo Huining smiled: "In this way, after I go to the UK, if I have time, I will contact you. By the way, have your itinerary been decided?"

Zhang Yang said: "I have never left the country for the plane tomorrow night. My eyes were dark and I could only follow the team. I heard that when I arrived in Europe, our mobile phones were useless. However, if someone was there to receive them, the embassy should help make arrangements."

Luo Huining said: "It's good to go out to see the world. Now that the economy is becoming more and more global, it is impossible to do a good job in domestic construction without understanding the overall development of the world economy!" She said a few words to Zhang Yang, and when it was almost noon, she got up and left first. She also had to go to the rehabilitation hospital to visit her daughter.

Zhang Yang sent Luo Huining outside the door and watched Luo Huining leave, feeling a little lost. Although Luo Huining was still very kind to him, he always felt that there was a gap in it.

Mr. Tianchi patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder and said, "What? It seems you are a little unhappy!"

Zhang Yang nodded and said, "Sir, I can't hide anything from you!"

Mr. Tianchi said: "Because of Wenling?"

Zhang Yang said: "Sir, you should know that when Sister Ling had an accident, she was trying to avoid me!"

Mr. Tianchi smiled and said, "Since things have passed, why bother to keep pestering me? Do you still think there are not enough troubles in the world and still have to seek troubles on your own?"

Zhang Yang said: "It's a pity that I don't have the heart of a gentleman, and I still can't see through many things!"

Mr. Tianchi returned to the yard with him, and Zhang Yang found that the rubbings embedded in the walls in the past were gone. Mr. Tianchi guessed what he was thinking from his eyes and whispered: "After Chen Xue and I sorted out all the rubbings together, I found that those were not good things, so they were all removed and buried in the back mountain."

"Sir, don't want to know what's inside?"

Mr. Tianchi said: "For the same thing, different people will have different feelings. Many things depend on the angle you take. For rubbings, I focus on the calligraphy itself, Chen Xue focuses on history, and you focus on the origin of rubbings..." He paused and said: "What is Wenling concerned about?"

Zhang Yang was shocked. At this moment, he realized that Mr. Tianchi had seen many things clearly, but he had never pointed them out. Of course, Zhang Yang knew what Wenling was paying attention to? She was concerned about the martial arts recorded in the rubbings, but why did Wenling have such an interest in martial arts? Could it be that she also had similar experiences to herself? All of this could no longer be answered as Wenling's sleep.

Mr. Tianchi said again: "There are some estrangements between you and your godmother because of Wen Ling's affairs. Since the estrangements have already occurred, there is no need to deliberately eliminate them. I believe that this estrangements will not exist for a long time. I can see that she cares about you and has not blamed you for Wen Ling's affairs, so it's better to let it go."

Zhang Yang said sincerely: "I suddenly understand after listening to what a sir!"

Mr. Tianchi smiled and said, "As long as you are walking upright and sitting upright, why bother with others thinking and doing what they want!"

When Zhang Yang returned to the Chunyang Beijing Office, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening. Yu Xiaodong had already prepared the food and drinks. It happened that Chunyang County Mayor Sha Puyuan and Deputy County Mayor Xu Zhaobin were all working in Beijing. When he heard that Zhang Yang was coming, they were both waiting for Zhang Yang to have dinner together.

Zhang Yang came to the private room, apologized repeatedly, and bowed with a smile: "I have let the leaders wait for a long time!"

Shapuyuan smiled and said, "Director Zhang, don't be polite. You are our superior leader. It's our right to wait for you."

Zhang Yang felt very comfortable when he heard this sentence, but he still said modestly: "County Magistrate Sha is a department-level cadre, I am a deputy director, so don't let me down!"

Shapuyuan said: "My main office is Chunyang, and your deputy manager is managing the investment promotion work in our entire Jiangcheng. I am 43 years old this year. When you reach my age, you will definitely be a provincial and ministerial leader."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Provincial and ministerial level, I have no hope in my life!" He forced Shapuyuan to sit down, and sat down next to Shapuyuan's left hand, and Xu Zhaobin sat opposite him.

The business of the farmyard is getting lighter and lighter. It seems that every restaurant has a process from prosperity to decline. The reason why it can attract so many customers at the beginning is that it creates new business philosophy and will have aesthetic fatigue in everything. Yu Xiaodong is not good at operating a hotel. He always sticks to the things Zhang Yang has done in the past. There has been no change over the long period of time, so it is inevitable that the business will become lighter, but fortunately, the hotel is still profitable overall.

When Zhang Yang walked into the hotel, he saw that the business was different now and said with a smile: "The business in the farmyard is not as good as before. He always had those dishes and didn't change his style, so Beijingers are tired of eating them."
To be continued...