Waiting for you at the place where you are reborn

Fang Zheng said: "Even if you are not happy, it is better than being confused. What is the meaning of living for a person who doesn't even know who he is?"

He Xinyan also echoed, "Dad, I think so too. No matter how bad the result is, at least I can live with clarity."

He Feng pointed at his daughter and said, "You are a spoiled child. You only care about your own thoughts and don't think about the consequences of things."

He Xinyan was full of apologies, but still looked at He Feng persistently, "Dad - please forgive me."

Fang Zheng looked at He Feng pleadingly, "Uncle He, please tell me the truth. Who am I? Who are my parents?"

He Feng looked at the two children in front of him, sighed, and then took out his wallet from the inner pocket of his suit.

At the photo position on the wallet, you can see a photo of He Xinyan and her mother.

He pulled out a yellowed color photo from the bottom, held it in his hand, first smoothed out the edges with his fingers, then handed the photo to Fang Zheng and said, "This should be the only family photo of your family."

Fang Zheng took the photo excitedly and looked down: the man in the photo was in his early thirties, the woman was about twenty-five or twenty-six, dressed in typical 1990s style, and in the middle of them was a one-year-old boy with dark bright eyes and drooling mouth.

He Xinyan stood beside Fang Zheng and looked at the photo quietly. After a while, she looked up and asked He Feng: "Is this boy - Fang Zheng?"

He Feng nodded meaningfully and said to Fang Zheng, "There are words written by your father on the back of the photo."

Fang Zheng turned over the back of the photo. On the white background, there were strong and powerful pen words. On the upper left, it said: Yan Huanglian, tastes extremely bitter; when it counteracts bitterness, it becomes sweet. On the lower right, it said: Ke Yan is one year old.

"Keyan." Fang Zheng repeated these two words.

"Zhang Keyan, this is the meaning of your name." He Feng said.

Fang Zheng stroked the words on the photo, "Am I really - Zhang Keyan?"

He Feng put his wallet on the table, recalling the past with a dazed look, "In the late 1980s, your father Zhang Zhiyi was a pharmacist at Yide Pharmacy. Several generations of the Zhang family worked as pharmacists at Yide Pharmacy. The Song family and the Zhang family have had a very good relationship since their ancestors. At that time, China's market economy was taking shape, and people's minds were gradually liberated. Song Siyao was 25 years old, very smart and bold. He wanted to turn Yide Pharmacy into Yide Pharmaceutical Industry so that all Chinese people could buy Yide's medicine. With just a few prescriptions in hand, he pledged several Yide pharmacies to the bank for a loan, bought land in the east of the city and started building a factory. I have to admire his speed and courage."

"The Zhang family and I are neighbors, and I have the best relationship with Zhang Zhiyi. We became sworn brothers since childhood and vowed to share happiness and hardship. At that time, Song Siyao, Song Siyao's younger brother Song Simiao, your father and I followed your grandfather to learn Chinese medicine. Your grandfather, Zhang Houpu, was a hereditary Chinese medicine master. He was famous for his skill in using medicine and curing diseases."

"Song Simiao has a completely different personality from Song Siyao. He is cowardly and afraid of things by nature, not good at doing business, and likes painting and writing poetry. He is often scolded by his father. Therefore, the Yide Pharmaceutical we see now is actually built by Song Siyao."

"The Zhang family has several secret recipes handed down from their ancestors. One is for treating gynecological uterine coldness, one is for treating dizziness caused by stroke, and another is for treating diabetes. These recipes were prepared by your grandfather himself before the establishment of Yide Pharmacy. When your father turned 30, he was going to pass the recipes on to your father."