It’s said that true gold fears no fire, but their shop was an antique shop, with very few gold and silver ornants. Most of it was porcelain, jade, calligraphy and paintings, folding fans, and so on.
These things, are the most fragile.
Not only do they require specialized care, but even when handling them, one must be extrely cautious. More so, under swinging clubs, and then, under the blaze of fire, nothing will be left.
At that ti, it might have been better not to let the younger brother go to Jinling City, the whole family could have stayed in the Imperial Capital, these treasures would not only have remained, but many things might not have happened.
However, it’s too late to say these things now.
Gu Qingfeng hesitated no more and picked up the writing brush, intending to cross out the na Gu Zhixing from the family register. At this mont, Gu Qiaoqiao could no longer hold back. She quickly stepped forward and grabbed Gu Qingfeng’s hand and then half-crouched beside him, whispering, "Great Grandfather, let say sothing."
Gu Qingfeng looked at Gu Qiaoqiao suspiciously, "Qiaoqiao, there are so things that you are too young to understand."
Gu Qiaoqiao nodded, "Yes, Great Grandfather, but I’m not talking about that. What I want to tell you is..."
At this point, Gu Qiaoqiao hesitated, and Gu Qingfeng asked, "What do you want to tell ?"
Gu Qiaoqiao whispered in a voice only they could hear, "Great Grandfather, Uncle looks so much like my grandfather. You can see him, grandpa looked like this before he passed away."
Gu Qingfeng was stunned.
The hand resting on the armchair tightly grasped the armrest.
Gu Kun was his eternal pain, his eternal regret.
All he rembered was his son in his teenage years.
He had seen his son in his thirties in photos, not much different from when he was a teenager, but he had no idea what the elderly Gu Kun looked like because there were no photos.
As years passed, appearances naturally change.
In his heart, his son’s image was fixed in his thirties.
It never changed.
But today, Qiaoqiao told him that the grandnephew kneeling here, only a year older than his grandson Gu Tianfeng, resembled his son.
Gu Tianfeng grew up in the countryside, but outwardly, Gu Zhixing seed much older than Gu Tianfeng.
His nephew Gu Jing was also quite old, so there wasn’t much comparison, but Gu Zhixing appeared over a decade older than his grandson.
And at this mont, Gu Zhixing, due to his guilty conscience and the impact of Gu Qingfeng’s words, felt extrely remorseful.
His grandfather passed away five years ago.
He had also said sothing similar to Gu Qingfeng.
And he knew that antiques were becoming more valuable now. If none of those events had happened back then, even if affected, many items would have remained, and the Gu Family wouldn’t be living like this.
Most importantly, he and Fang Liang wouldn’t have beco enemies.
So now, Gu Zhixing knelt on the ground, his head drooping, and others could only see his hunched back and gray hair. This scene suddenly stung Gu Qingfeng’s eyes.
He stood up with the help of his cane and turned to look at Qin Yize, who stood silently on the side. He knew that Qin Yize had seen his son, as it was the Qin Family father and son who helped handle the son’s funeral.
Seeing the old patriarch’s gaze on him, Qin Yize understood he was seeking his confirmation. He nodded and said softly, "Great Grandfather, Qiaoqiao is right."
Upon receiving this affirmation from Qin Yize, the old patriarch could no longer control himself. Leaning on his cane, he quickly walked towards Gu Zhixing.
Everyone else watched the old patriarch with curious eyes, not knowing why he acted this way or what Qiaoqiao had said to him, but evidently, it must have been sothing favorable to Gu Zhixing.
The eyes of the second uncle and second aunt, when looking at Qiaoqiao, were filled with gratitude.
This was their successor of the Gu Family, whom they were eting for the first ti today, but had already known through phone calls, she saved Gu Muran’s life.
It was said that, despite her young age, her skills were extraordinary, her sculptures unsurpassed by anyone today.
One would think that her words held great weight in front of Gu Qingfeng, otherwise, he would not be in such a state.
At this mont, Gu Qingfeng had already walked up to Gu Zhixing, and after a mont of silence, he said in a deep voice, "Lift your head up."
Gu Zhixing paused for a mont, but then slowly lifted his head.
The old patriarch focused all his attention, carefully scrutinizing the person in front of him.
To be honest, since arriving here, he hadn’t looked at him once out of the corner of his eye. For this so-called grandnephew Gu Zhixing, he felt a sense of resistance and disdain in his heart, for he despised those who betray their kin the most.
Because he himself had never committed heinous deeds; on the contrary, he had done many righteous actions. He did not dare claim to be a good father or husband, but he was certainly a man with integrity and compassion for the world.
So Gu Zhixing’s selfless act was unnecessary on him, and coupled with the destruction of the family property, his hatred for Gu Zhixing grew.
He naturally would not focus his thoughts on him. His aim was to expel him from the family tree, as he was unworthy of the Gu na, but the Gu Family could support him, the family’s resources were vast, not missing his share, allowing his children to care for him in his old age, but after death, he would have no ties to the Gu Family.
But today, Qiaoqiao said he resembled his son.
Perhaps this was genetic, just like how Qiaoqiao looked like her great-grandmother.
Gu Qingfeng looked carefully and indeed saw traces of his son in him, and if Gu Zhixing were not so aged at this mont, he would certainly resemble his son greatly.
His greatest regret in life was failing his son.
Heaven truly is cruel, allowing him to find his son’s family, but only showing him his son’s cold grave, denying him one last look at his son, an eternal pain and regret in his heart.
Qiaoqiao must understand this sentint, otherwise, she wouldn’t have told him this.
But seeing such a similar face so down and beaten, so useless, pained Gu Qingfeng’s heart. He gritted his teeth, taking a deep breath, and said word by word, "You, get up."
Gu Zhixing didn’t know what had happened, but upon hearing the old patriarch’s words, he quickly stood up, still stooping, not daring to look Gu Qingfeng in the eye.
Gu Qingfeng knew his son had a proud character; otherwise, he wouldn’t have left and never looked back out of anger back then. Truth be told, his son had a ruthless side too.
For so long, the world had been peaceful for many years, but he never thought to return to see his faraway father and mother in the Imperial Capital.
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