Chapter 1244: Chapter 1148: An Old Photograph

The old man drank another glass of wine, “Mingzhu is my only daughter in this life, and in the end, she is what I care about the most. I just want her to live a happy life, yet she still encountered Gao Wenbin, that scourge. Her life has not been joyful, and my heart has not felt good. But now, after more than thirty years, she has finally seen clearly. The way Xiao Han is now has actually helped her let go of her obsession with Gao Wenbin. I don’t know whether to be happy or sad. She now lives with Xiao Han’s father, and their relationship seems quite good. With this, I could go to the underworld to see her mother with my eyes closed.”

The deep paternal love the old man showed for Gu Mingzhu was very shocking to Xia Yangyang.

The old man held Xia Yangyang’s hand, “In the future, you must live well with Ah Chen. If you two are happy, Mingzhu will feel at peace. I won’t live much longer, can you take good care of Mingzhu for me?”

Xia Yangyang said, “Don’t worry, Ah Chen and I will take good care of sister, as well as Xiao Han.”

The old man sighed, “I so wish I could hear Ah Chen call me grandfather and call Mingzhu mom in my lifetime, but given Ah Chen’s personality, it seems unlikely in this life.”

The old man was truly drunk.

Gu Qichen was working overtime that day and did not come.

It was just Xia Yangyang and the old man in the dining room.

The old man spoke his heart out.

Any slight barrier that had been in his heart had also disappeared.

Finally, Xia Yangyang helped the old man to his room to rest.

She had been to Gu’s place many times.

Yet this was the first time Xia Yangyang entered the old man’s room.

Besides the time he spent sleeping, the old man mostly stayed in his study.

After settling the old man, Xia Yangyang was about to leave.

But as she was leaving, she accidentally knocked over a picture frame by the bed.

Xia Yangyang picked up the frame.

Inside the frame was an old photograph.

It was a photo of the old man and his wife when they were young.

The old man in his youth was indeed dashing and graceful.

And the lady standing beside him was also demure and refined, a real lady.

The old man’s lifelong deep love, after his wife’s death, was all poured into his daughter.

He was a husband of rare deep affection in the world and a great father.

Xia Yangyang set the frame back in its original place and stood up, ready to leave.

As she was leaving, she glanced around casually,

but noticed that in the old man’s room, there was a huge glass bookcase.

Except for a few books, the bookcase contained many old photographs.

Framed and neatly arranged inside.

Xia Yangyang unconsciously slowed her steps.

Because she saw many photos of Gu Mingzhu’s childhood.

Originally, she only meant to glance and not stay.

But inexplicably, in one of the group photos, Xia Yangyang saw a familiar face.

A sudden thump in Xia Yangyang’s heart, as if compelled by some ghostly force, made her walk toward the bookcase.

What attracted Xia Yangyang was an old photograph.

The photo even had the date recorded.

Xia Yangyang did the math, and it was actually an old photo from more than thirty years ago.

The photo contained four young people.

What drew Xia Yangyang’s attention was the young man in the middle.

Xia Yangyang at first just felt a sense of familiarity, as if she had seen him somewhere before.

But as she moved closer, Xia Yangyang was certain in her heart.

It was indeed him.

Xia Yangyang never expected to see Uncle Bai here.

Yes, the young man in the middle was Uncle Bai.