Fubao smiled quietly and stopped talking.
If they continued, the old man would have a lot more to say.
Su Ming’an really loves to talk; he can go on endlessly, no matter when or where.
"He was very restrained during those years of re-education," Wen Ruyu, who knows the truth best, said. "He had a lot of things to say back then but couldn’t, or he’d be beaten. He could only hold it in until now!"
Su Ming’an laughed heartily, "The one who truly understands is you, Wen Ruyu."
Wen Ruyu glared at him, "Didn’t you used to say Tang Song was the one who understood you? How co now it’s ?"
Su Ming’an lived next door to Tang Song and Ouyang Lan. Their friendship was the best, so good that Wen Ruyu often envied them. But now, he doesn’t envy them; now it’s the turn of those old friends to envy him.
"Why don’t you envy them anymore?" Hearing Wen Ruyu blurt it out, Fubao was quite curious.
Wen Ruyu replied with a smile, "Because your grandpa has been living better than them all these years. Now I’ve got these new friends of Grandpa and you kids, clever and adorable, keeping company. There’s food and drink, this big courtyard, and the items that were confiscated are all back where they belong. Even fairies would envy ."
Cui Shaoyuan was very thoughtful, keeping the Wen Family courtyard and its assets well-preserved. So after Wen Ruyu’s rehabilitation, everything was returned to its rightful owners, unlike others who mostly could only receive money as compensation, including Lou Shaonong’s father.
For people like Wen Ruyu, Tang Song, and Ouyang Lan, money is nothing. Their collections are their lifelines.
Speaking of this, Wen Ruyu suddenly thought of the belongings that were returned to him and said to Fubao, "I have so things for your mom. I just sorted them out yesterday; take them ho with you later."
Fubao attended school in the courtyard and was always picked up and dropped off by guards.
There was no other way since Lou Shaonong and Cheng Baoguo lately enjoyed staying at the Wen Family courtyard and rarely went back ho.
Fubao responded with an "Oh," initially indifferent, but when she saw the large number of items Wen Ruyu took out, she widened her eyes in surprise. "Grandpa Wen, have you struck it rich? This is such a large gift for my mom."
If she wasn’t mistaken, the scroll that Wen Ruyu unfolded at the top was an authentic piece by Zhao ngfu, right?
Fubao had been deeply influenced by elders since childhood and had a better eye than her parents.
Wen Ruyu laughed heartily, "These were originally Wen Family’s possessions, rely returned to their rightful owner, so it doesn’t count as striking rich. But to have them all back intact is an unexpected joy of recovery. Your Grandpa Wen, in this life of solitude, with no children of my own, only a group of students, among which there are two female students. Who else would I give my things to if not them? If you want, ask your mom in the future."
Among the students, he was most fond of two female students, naly He Qingyin and Feng Qingxue, because they were the most filial and the closest. So the items were intended only for them; Ouyang Mo, Lou Shaonong, and Fu Nansheng were not included.
However, He Qingyin felt she had no descendants, although she had a great-nephew who was very filial. Still, the great-nephew’s wife always complained about him sending things without pause. She was really not fond of it, so when Wen Ruyu ntioned giving her and Feng Qingxue so items, she suggested giving her portion to Feng Qingxue instead. Anyway, what she reclaid was enough to leave to He Hongjun.
"So I ended up striking it rich with the teacher?" Feng Qingxue said, looking at the items in front of her with great curiosity.
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