Chapter 1130

Tang Ziyu was in her forties.

Obviously, I feel that my body is in an extremely tired state and needs to rest because I worked hard when I was young.

He pushed away many affairs in the company.

The mountains are high and the water is far away.

Huaxia, the scenery is just right.

When he was a child, he looked through the diary written by Tang Yanyi. In fact, there was another place in the diary that Tang Ziyu had remembered for many years.

Northern Xinjiang.

My father wrote in his diary that north of Northern Xinjiang, I buried my love here.

If one day she can come, she will understand my heart.

There was a little girl there. She said she would help me wait for her arrival.

You have to believe that she will wait.

Signature: Tang Yanyi

Tang Ziyu closes her diary.

He closed his eyes and kneaded his tired temples.

He thought it was time for him to take a long trip.

In winter in Northern Xinjiang, heavy snow has fallen. Thick snow, white and loose, steps on the road and makes a creaking sound. White snow is hung on the leafy trees. The scenery in the snow is magnificent. There is no color between heaven and earth. You can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.

The cold wind blew, and make complaints about the sharp, harsh whistle. The soup wrapped tightly around the coat and secretly tucking itself. It was not the right time to come. What time did it come to the winter? It was not for the scenery but for suffering.

Tang Ziyu contacted the local tourism bureau.

After a while, the director came to meet him in person.

Tang Ziyu took out a photo taken by Tang Yanyi and said, "I'm going to this place to find these two herders. This photo was taken by my father more than 50 years ago. I don't know if the people in the photo are still there. I sent the photo to you in advance. It depends on your efficiency."

"Don't worry, Mr. Tang. Put your heart in your stomach. I've sent someone to check this. I'm sure you can see the person you want to see." The director smiled and offered hot tea to Tang Ziyu.

Tang Ziyu held a teacup and said coldly, "I hope."

A photo from more than 50 years ago.

Social changes are so fast that even the surrounding environment has changed that the old people can't recognize it.

Fortunately, there is no urbanization in Northern Xinjiang. The tourist area is still a dense forest. Tourists from all over the country come here every year.

Where Tang Ziyu is looking, the director soon has news.

He personally drove Tang Ziyu to the road. The cold wind blew outside and the heating in the car was very full. The director's voice smiled and said: "Mr. Tang, this place where your father came more than 50 years ago is called Tacheng. He has lived here for a long time. Of course, he doesn't live in Tacheng, but in a small village near Tacheng, where there are many herdsmen, In those years, your father helped local people build schools, subsidized local children to go to school, and hired excellent teachers from big cities to teach here at a high price. We all remember his kindness. " So, it's easy to find.

"Oh? Will Tang Yanyi still do charity? " Tang Ziyu didn't know whether to sneer or sneer: "I thought he didn't know anything except love. Living is a waste man."

The director was slightly stunned. He couldn't touch his head and said, "Mr. Tang, you came all the way here to continue your father's charity?"

"It depends."

Tang Ziyu shook his fingers and said with a smile, "it depends on your mood."

The most important thing is whether I can see the little girl in my father's diary.

What did the father leave the little girl?

After all, more than 50 years have passed, and I'm afraid the little girls of the past have become old people in their twilight years. I don't know if they are still alive?

In the village more than 50 years ago, after development and transformation, every family lived in a two-story villa. The director introduced Tang Ziyu to the people who should have been seen in the photo. In the old yellow photo, on the grassy grassland, a middle-aged man and a little girl herding cattle and sheep one after another. The sunset was picturesque.

The director found the man in the picture.

The little girl's name is little fruit.

But she died more than ten years ago.

The middle-aged man is the father of Xiaoguo and has long died.

In the whole family, only Xiaoguo's granddaughter, a beautiful and enthusiastic girl in her twenties, called nasi. The director came and Nasi welcomed her. The director told Nasi about Tang Ziyu, including Tang Yanyi, Tang Ziyu's father.

Nasi was a burst of joy, and then became a little depressed. Nasi said, "if only she could find it earlier, grandma would not leave the world with regret. She promised her benefactor to help him until that person came here. She stayed on this land all her life and didn't help the benefactor until the person who was coming. Grandma was not willing to go at all."

"This is my father's stupidity."

Tang Ziyu said coldly, "I can't wait. I also drag others to help him and disturb other people's lives. My father is an asshole. Your family doesn't have to care. Now I'm here. Tell me, what did my father leave to your grandmother in those years?"

Nasi had no doubt about Tang Ziyu's identity. She had seen Tang Ziyu on TV. She didn't expect to see a real person in her lifetime. She was happy and respected: "Mr. Tang, since you came instead of your father, I will return the things to their original owners instead of grandma."

Nasi turned around and carefully took out a folder and wrapped it layer by layer from a well cherished box. Nasi took out a yellow old photo and respectfully handed it to Tang Ziyu, saying, "this is what your father gave to my grandmother."

Tang Ziyu took a look at the picture. The picture turned yellow. He also recognized who the person above was. Tang Ziyu smiled, then raised his hand and tore the picture to pieces. The West was shocked: "Mr. Tang, you, you are!!"

"It's over."

Tang Ziyu only had a few words faintly: "I'll help Tang Yanyi end all this."

Ridiculous.

What buried love.

Wait until she arrives.

sorry.

Tang Yanyi couldn't wait for the woman until he died.

Instead, it was he who became a son who helped him fulfill his wish.

Burn the torn photo to ashes and give it to Tang Yanyi underground.

After this worry, Tang Ziyu stayed in Tacheng for a few days and left.

This time I left, there was one more person around me.

The girl didn't want to stay in the small village anymore. Grandma and other people didn't wait, but she waited. It was fate. She belongs to the person she should wait. Return the photo to its original owner, and she doesn't have to stay here anymore.

Nasi's family attaches great importance to commitment.