Siheyuan: Happy life of the son-in-law of a founding general

Mr. Hong did not answer immediately. He just felt that Wang Zhian was able to find opportunities to persuade others.

The night deepens, but the streets of Hong Kong Island are still bustling.

On the way back to their residence, Mr. Hong and his party were filled with unprecedented emotion. Hong Kong now is very different from a month ago.

In particular, the spirit and vitality of Hong Kong residents have been significantly improved.

In the final analysis, it is because our motherland has become stronger that our people have become more reassured and have greater self-confidence.

After arriving at the residence specially prepared for Mr. Hong and others by Daxia, Mr. Hong went to rest directly on the pretext of being tired. The other subordinates chatted briefly together for a while.

But Mr. Hong couldn't fall asleep when he returned to his room.

Get out of bed and start writing in your diary.

Mr. Hong has the habit of writing a diary.

"We are truly witnessing history," Mr. Hong said softly, and continued writing, "This sense of belonging and pride is the most precious gain of this evening."

Of course, I won’t tell these to anyone else for now.

But Mr. Hong has basically decided that he will agree to Tsukishima's return. This is what he follows in his heart. But in fact, there are still some regrets.

It's even a pity.

Thinking of this, Mr. Hong held the pen, his mind full of thoughts, and the handwriting on the paper looked particularly heavy under the dim light. He paused, his eyes looking through the window, looking at the prosperous and peaceful night view of the Hong Kong River in the distance, and thinking about the more distant inland of Daxia, the emotions surging in his heart were complicated and difficult to describe.

"Inland... that distant yet familiar land. After years of wandering, can we still find that original sense of belonging? And I, this time, am returning as a loser."

Mr. Hong muttered to himself, with a barely perceptible melancholy in his brows.

The next morning, the sun shone through the gaps in the curtains and into the room, bringing the breath of a new day. Mr. Hong got up very late. Even the waiter and Mr. Zhang and others came to knock on the door.

This is because we are worried that something might happen to Mr. Hong.

If Mr. Hong encounters an accident at this time, it will be a lot of fun. If things go wrong, Yuedao will be very angry and go to war with the inland areas of Daxia.

Fortunately, Mr. Hong is fine.

"I'm sorry, I didn't say that last night. Maybe I just arrived in Hong Kong and I'm not used to it. I'm a little reluctant to leave my bed."

Mr. Zhang and others laughed, thinking that what Mr. Hong said was right.

At breakfast time, everyone gathered in the restaurant. The atmosphere was more relaxed than usual. But many people were not in good spirits. They probably didn't sleep well last night.

Mr. Hong looked around and finally fixed his eyes on Mr. Meng and Wang Zhian. Then he looked at Wang Zhian, smiled, and asked.

"Mr. Zhian, I'm quite interested in listening to the island song you mentioned last night. Can you sing it in full?"

Wang Zhian was stunned, then a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Of course." However, Wang Zhian said that his singing voice was average and he couldn't sing well. He wrote the music and lyrics himself, and asked people who understood music to sing it, and even recorded it into a record.

Mr. Hong and Mr. Meng both thought this was a good idea, but Wang Zhian still simply sang it a cappella.

The song "My Great Xia Heart" is very profound, and the lyrics contain a deep attachment to the motherland Great Xia. Every sentence strikes the heartstrings of everyone present.

Mr. Hong closed his eyes and listened quietly. As the melody flowed, he seemed to be brought into memories of Daxia.

"What a good song, it's really a good song." When the music ended, Mr. Hong opened his eyes with a gleam in his eyes, "Songs like this can really unite people."

Everyone at the table was smiling, and it seemed that they could all feel an unusual atmosphere quietly gathering.

That means Mr. Hong’s mood has changed, and his attitude may also have changed.

After breakfast, Mr. Hong suggested taking a walk alone without the company of Wang Zhian and others.

After careful consideration, Mr. Meng agreed.

So Mr. Hong and others divided into many small teams and went to the streets and alleys of Hong Kong.

On the way, he stopped from time to time to talk with the citizens he met and asked them about their views on the return. Whether they were old or young, their answers were full of hope for the future.

This gradually dissipated the last bit of hesitation in the hearts of Mr. Hong and others.

At noon, the group returned to their residence. In the living room, Mr. Hong finally spoke, his voice calm and firm.

"My fellow brothers and sisters, after these past two days of reflection and what I have witnessed, I have decided that it is time for our Tsukishima to return to the embrace of Daxia."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was silence in the room, and then there was a burst of applause.

Mr. Meng and Wang Zhian looked at each other, stood up excitedly, tears in their eyes, "Mr. Hong, your decision will be remembered by history!"

"It's not just a decision. I want to do more and do it better. I want to go back to the inland, visit my hometown and mourn my parents," Mr. Hong continued.

This made Mr. Meng very happy. In any case, it was better than he had imagined.

I originally thought that stationing troops on Tsukishima would be troublesome. But now it seems that it is not a big problem. I originally thought that Mr. Hong would stay on Tsukishima, but now it seems that he is willing to return to the inland.

This is really, really great.

Mr. Meng immediately reported this good news to Mr. Gao and others. Mr. Gao was naturally overjoyed and said that he welcomed Mr. Hong to come back at any time and that he would wait patiently in Sijiu City.

Two days later, Mr. Hong took Mr. Zhang and others, accompanied by Mr. Meng and Wang Zhian, and took a boat to Yangdu, Yuezhou, and then took a train to Sijiucheng two days later. They were warmly welcomed by Mr. Gao and others.

The reason why we take the train is that it is the safest means of transportation. Flying at this time is indeed more risky.

Mr. Gao and many other gentlemen were dressed in traditional summer clothes, with warm smiles on their faces. From time to time, shouts of "Welcome home" were heard from the crowd.

Mr. Gao was the first to come forward and shook Mr. Hong's hand tightly. He said with a hint of emotion, "Mr. Hong, welcome home. With your return, our Daxia is truly complete. Please allow me to express my sincerest welcome to you on behalf of all the people of Daxia."

Mr. Hong nodded gratefully, his eyes slightly moist. "Mr. Gao, thank you for your warm reception. We haven't seen each other for many years."

Mr. Gao nodded and said, "Yes, it has been more than 20 years. Mr. Hong, you are old, and so am I. So, why don't we all be honest and enjoy our old age and let the young people do the work."

At this point, Mr. Gao looked at Wang Zhian and said, "Wang Badao, from now on, Daxia will depend on you young people."

These words made all the gentlemen, including Mr. Hong, stunned for a moment.

Really, we need to listen carefully to what Mr. Gao said.

When you are in Mr. Gao's position, you will never make jokes, especially in front of so many bigwigs.

Wang Zhian seemed a little shy and said to Mr. Gao, "Mr. Gao, you are still young and strong, and in good health. I will continue to learn from you."

"Haha, Zhian, now that you mention this, I've forgotten that you are a famous doctor. Okay, just continue studying."

“…”Wang Zhian.