Rebirth of the spare tire counterattack

Many years later, when Yuan Shaoqin changed from a handsome and handsome company president to a gray-haired but still shrewd retired chairman, he had completely forgotten Du Xu, who had died a long time ago.

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If it hadn't been for the little grandson who looked exactly like him back then to find the letter from the pages of the book, maybe he would really have brought the events of that year into the coffin and never remembered them again.

Because now he can no longer bear this kind of toss about love.

When people are young, they don't want to touch love too much, and now they are old, they don't want to touch it anymore.

"Grandpa, what happened to the person who wrote you the love letter?" The little grandson, who looked exactly like Yuan Shaoqin back then, asked with a straight face in both appearance and means.

Yuan Shaoqin looked at this already yellowed letter, and there was no wave in his heart. He was unusually calm. He always kept his word. , So, this is the first time he thinks of that person again in so many years.

However, he didn't feel bad.

Just like that sentence, some people are dead, but you feel that he is still alive, and some people are alive, but it makes people feel that life is worse than death.

Du Xu is the former, Yuan Shaoqin is the latter.

He's dead, but there's someone who thinks about him every hour of every day of the year.

He is alive, but it makes people feel that this is a machine in human skin. Apart from the company's affairs, there is nothing else that can make his heart rippling.

The little grandson looks very similar to Yuan Shaoqin, probably because God can't stand him being alone all these years.

Yuan Shaoqin never married. His son was secretly born by a lover who had slept with him back then. The child died shortly after he was born. Before he died, she revealed the father of the child.

Yuan Shaoqin brought the child back to raise him. Whether he likes it or not, he still needs an heir—the family business he has built so hard does not want to be cheap to an outsider for no reason.

The unmarried CEO always makes many people curious about the things behind him, even his mother Xue Shan came to say sorry to him in the third year after Du Xu's death, and asked him to find a new lover. The people who are together, and she will not stop him this time.

Being a mother is strong, Xue Shan is timid and cowardly, but she was able to forcefully bring up her son in a place where people can eat people without spit out bones. Not fake.

Therefore, Yuan Shaoqin never blamed Xue Shan for Du Xu's matter.

The little grandson glanced at the love letter, then turned his attention to Yuan Shaoqin, "Grandpa, how is this man?"

Inexplicably, the little grandson who had never even met had a great affection for Du Xu. He was very curious about who the person who wrote the love letter to his grandfather was, where he was, and whether he knew him.

Vaguely, the little grandson felt that Yuan Shaoqin would not be angry with him because of this incident.

Yuan Shaoqin came back to his senses, his hair was gray and his face was covered with wrinkles, but the shrewdness and determination in his eyes made people feel that he was still the same Yuan Shaoqin back then—even if he was old, no one would look down on him because of it.

But at this moment, when this indifferent and mean man mentioned the person he loved when he was young, his eyes were full of gentleness, "He died, a long time ago."

A person who has been dead for many years, but still makes him worry about him whenever he thinks about it.

The little grandson felt a little regretful, "Grandpa, do you like him?"

Like it?

If someone had asked Yuan Shaoqin that question back then, he would have answered yes without hesitation, but now...

"I don't love it anymore." Yuan Shaoqin touched the little grandson's head, and a trace of love flashed in his eyes. He really liked this little grandson who was very similar to himself, so he asked, "Do you like him?"

He never doubted that his little grandson would cheat on this kind of thing, at least, a child's eyes cannot be faked.

Because of this, Yuan Shaoqin never wondered why his little grandson had a crush on Du Xu, whom he had never met before, because it was not important to him at all.

The little grandson nodded and didn't say why he had a good impression of someone he had never met, but he still said, "Why don't you like him?"

Obviously, your eyes tell me that you like it, otherwise why did you keep this love letter for so long.

The little grandson looked at Yuan Shaoqin persistently, and the thought of not giving up until he got the answer immediately came to his mind.

Yuan Shaoqin looked at him indifferently, and it took a long time before he said indifferently, "So what if you like it, everyone is dead, and they will never come back."

"I thought you'd be sad."

"Maybe, it used to be, but not now." Yuan Shaoqin didn't want to continue talking about this matter. He picked up the love letter and put it on his lap, signaling the housekeeper who was standing not far away to push him back to the bedroom to rest.

This person, once he gets old, he will be unable to do many things. Once he is old, he still talks about love.

The little grandson stood at the same place and looked at Yuan Shaoqin's back from a distance, with a calm expression on his face. In his opinion, grandpa should be very sad, but he didn't know what to play, but he kept holding on.

It should be that the person he liked died early, otherwise grandpa would be very happy, he thought.

However, no if.

Yuan Shaoqin put the love letter in his arms and fell asleep that night, and then he had a dream. He dreamed that from the perspective of a bystander, he saw the first time he and Du Xu met, dated, and broke up...

Then, he woke up startled.

Yuan Shaoqin suddenly remembered after waking up from the shock that he and Du Xu had never broken up at all. Du Xu just ended his life after learning that he was going to get married, so it was not a breakup at all.

That night, Yuan Shaoqin couldn't fall asleep anymore. He even wondered in his heart, did Du Xu give him a dream, and the other party was angry that he hadn't seen him all these years?Still angry that he forgot about him for so many years?

It should be none of these, Yuan Shaoqin thought, if the other party was really angry, why didn't he dream about it before, but why did he dream about the year when he picked up the letter again.

Yuan Shaoqin, whose mind is still very flexible, sighed regretfully. He still hoped that Du Xu was angry and gave him a dream, even though he knew in his heart that it was impossible.

Yuan Shaoqin sat on the side of the bed blankly for a long time before continuing to lie down holding the love letter, closing his eyes, and before falling asleep, this unsmiling and cruel man even raised an arc at the corner of his mouth.

——He should like the other party.

——Otherwise, I wouldn't be so happy after dreaming about things many years ago.

Yuan Shaoqin was thinking in a daze before falling asleep, he thought, if he could see Du Xu again, what would he say to him.

This time, Yuan Shaoqin never opened his eyes again.

he died.

When he dreamed of Du Xu again after many years, he died.

When he died, he was very happy.

At least, when he was found dead, the corners of Yuan Shaoqin's mouth curled up slightly - he hadn't smiled like this for a long time.

The next day, it was the old housekeeper who found out that Yuan Shaoqin was dead. He didn't scream or fear, as if he knew about it long ago.

Yuan Shaoqin's physical condition has been getting worse and worse in the past few years, and the doctor has already issued the worst notice, and even Yuan Shaoqin himself has arranged for his funeral early.

The little grandson stood at the door and watched from a distance. The grandpa who closed his eyes and looked peaceful, was in a bad mood--the grandfather who was so good to him left, and he, who was indifferent by nature, still felt uncomfortable and suffocating.

Three days later, the Yuan family held a memorial service for Yuan Shaoqin. The people who came and went were all the most dignified figures from all walks of life in the upper class of City A.

The little grandson stood in the mourning hall, looking at the coffin in front of him—his most beloved grandfather was contained in it. Everyone knew that his grandfather would be cremated later, and after the cremation, he would never see him again.

There was no one around, everyone went outside to entertain the guests, and the guests who were not of low status came to the mourning hall for a while and then left-no one wanted to stay next to the dead who had nothing to do with them.

The little grandson took out a yellowed love letter from his pocket, called out the bodyguards guarding around him, walked into the coffin, stuffed the love letter into his grandfather's pocket and put it away carefully.

He sneaked into Yuan Shaoqin's house and took this letter away on the morning of Yuan Shaoqin's death. He knew very well that his father must not let this little secret of grandpa's know, so he took it away secretly.

And now, the little grandson returned the letter to his grandfather, because he also knew that his grandfather would be very happy that this letter left with him.

After the memorial service was over, the high-level bosses from different places left after saying a few words to the current ruler of the Yuan family, and their schedule was very tight.

Soon, Yuan Shaoqin's body was taken to be cremated.

The little grandson stood at the door, looking at his father who was also expressionless. The two father and son were relatively speechless.

"You put the letter on your grandfather's body?"

"Yes." He didn't expect his father to be hidden from his small actions, but what he didn't expect was that his father would not stop him.

"Um"

He heard his father, who had always been cold-hearted, say so.

The two were cold again, but the air flowing in the air eased a lot.

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A person's death is like a lamp going out, and the things that were not as expected in the past are all in the past, and that's all.