February 2020.
He Ping returned to the study and lowered his head. His gaze fell on Xu Yao who was watering the flowers.
He could not help but feel a little emotional.
After experiencing that chaotic period of history, he knew that there was no such thing as a peaceful time in the world. It was just that someone was carrying a heavy burden forward.
A hundred years ago, the top entrepreneur, Zhang Jian, tried to save an ancient nation and a huge country through his own methods…
Although he did not succeed, he left a seed for this country and civilization.
As for his great-grandfather, he had changed his method of saving him.
" Now, I have to see if this seed has grown into a towering tree.'
At the same time.
In the mansion of the most mysterious Chinese family in Malaysia, the He family.
The current leader of the He family, He Shuiyun, stood in the study room with a nervous expression.
Excitement, devotion, fear…
Countless emotions surged towards the wealthiest woman in Malaysia.
He Shuiyun walked to the wall and watched the electronic clock jump to the last second.
Suddenly, the promise that had lasted for nearly a hundred years finally expired on her.
"It's time for us to split up and return to our homeland.”
He Shuiyun's slender fingers stroked the map on the wall inch by inch, her eyes watery.
……
Tongcheng.
Zhang Jian's former residence, the Zhang family's old residence, had experienced a fire a month ago. Although there were no accidental casualties or property losses, it still made many clansmen tremble with fear and come back to visit.
Zhang Wei, the grandson of the head of the Zhang family, turned his head and said after burning three incense sticks in the ancestral hall,
"Let's burn incense for our ancestors."
Zhang Wei's daughter, Zhang Ling 'er, nodded and looked at Zhang Jian's photo with respect in her eyes.
Kneel and offer incense.
Zhang Wei felt gratified as he watched from behind.
After the ceremony, Zhang Wei picked up his eight-year-old daughter and began to talk about the legendary past of his ancestors.
Zhang Ling 'er listened with fascination.
After Zhang Jian became the top scorer in high school, he started to set up the Dasheng Yarn Factory. Zhang Wei brought his daughter to the study and looked at the traces left behind.
"Eh?" Zhang Ling 'er shouted," Dad, whose portrait is this?”
Zhang Wei walked over and noticed that he had never seen this painting before.
" Maybe the fire caused the entire mansion to be turned upside down.'
Opening the painting, he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
"This is a painting by Ren Bonian, one of the Four Heroes of the Late Qing Dynasty.”
Although Zhang Wei's name was a little common, his calligraphy and painting skills were very high.
The Ren Bonian he was talking about was an outstanding painter in modern times, especially in the field of figure painting. In that era, those who could get this person to help paint their portraits had extremely high status.
At first, Zhang Wei thought that this was a portrait of his ancestor, but he felt that it did not look like it.
It was only when he saw the signature that he said in a daze,
"To my best friend, Zhang Jian, He Fengnian, the first in A grade.”
The first place in the A grade was also the top scholar.
Zhang Wei frowned. His ancestor was the last top scholar. Could it be that his ancestor had made a mistake?
He focused his attention and looked again, only to see the Old Madame following another row of small characters behind her.
"Brother He's talent is far inferior to mine. I feel even more ashamed to be the top scholar, so I asked the painter to draw this picture to express my guilt.”
This time, Zhang Wei was stunned.
Even the old ancestor felt ashamed of his inferiority and even wanted to hire someone to paint to give up the title of top scholar.
How monstrous was this person!
However, he had never heard of such a person in history.
Zhang Wei thought about it and picked up his daughter.
"Let's go and ask grandfather who this person is.”
……
Malaysia.
He Shuiyun nervously opened the safe and carefully took out a note from inside.
There was a string of numbers written on the note. According to the instructions of the ancestors, when the time was up, they would call it.
Dialing a number that was left behind a hundred years ago, there was no doubt that such an action was very suspicious.
However, He Shuiyun believed him without a doubt.
The call was going through…
He Shuiyun's eyes were filled with pride, pride, and indescribable emotions.
For more than a hundred years, generations of the Ma He family did not forget their original intentions. They passed on and practiced the words of their ancestors:
"Some people stand in the light and enjoy being watched by the world…"
"Some people choose to shine in the dark…"
"We need to develop technology and hide ourselves. The next era will be the real battlefield.”
"To work in the darkness and serve the light.”
"When fate meets, all questions will be answered.”
"A hundred years later, call this number.”
……
Hangzhou, villa, study room.
He Ping looked at the unknown number on his phone and answered it.
"Hello,"
He Ping replied.
In the microphone.
After a hundred years, he was finally returning!
He Shuiyun held her phone tightly, tears streaming down her face.
One hundred and twenty-six years, seven generations of reproduction, all for today's call.
"Ancestor…"
"It's me."
When she heard the answer, He Shuiyun's heart skipped a beat!
He Ping smiled lightly when he learned that the branch family in Malaysia had developed.
"How many generations are you Fengnian's grandson?"
From his tone, it was as if he had seen the vicissitudes of life, as if several generations had happened in the blink of an eye.
Ancestor, I am the seventh generation." He Shuiyun said respectfully.
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