Xiao Zhumei didn't know what Fu Song was thinking. She pinched his arm lightly and said angrily: "Is it difficult for Director Zheng's son to mortgage and buy such a house after graduation?"

Fu Song said sarcastically: "It's not difficult, but it's a pity for the people's wealth and ointment in China."

Xiao Zhumei: “….”

Shortly after ringing the doorbell, a young man in his early thirties opened the door and was quite surprised by the three uninvited guests outside the door. "Who are you looking for?"

Xiao Zhumei said: "Hello, does Mr. Zheng Zuo live here?"

"Looking for my dad? Are you?" Zheng Kun quickly let go, "It's cold outside, please come in."

Xiao Zhumei untied her scarf and showed her face, and said with a smile: "My name is Xiao Zhumei, and she is also from the Planning Commission. She often plays chess with Director Zheng when she is in China. Today I came here quite presumptuously. Please forgive me if you are not careful."

Zheng Kun waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Don't take it easy, don't take it easy, oh, you are Xiao Zhumei, my parents have said you. My name is Zheng Kun. If you remember correctly, you have to call me Senior Brother. Are these two..."

Fu Song took off his gloves and shook hands with him, and said, "Fu Song, I have met Director Zheng several times in Beijing. I bought your house in Beijing. This is my driver, Chrys."

Zheng Kun said in surprise: "You are Fu Song, yes, Xiao Zhumei and Fu Song, a pair of people my parents talk about, are all here today. Dad, mom, please see who is here?"

Old Mrs. Qiao came to the living room with her grandson in her arms. When she saw Xiao Zhumei and Fu Song, she was a little disbelief. She quickly put her grandson on the ground and blinked her eyes and said, "Xiao Xiao? Are you not in Boston? There is also Xiao Fu, and you, old man, please be more aware, Xiao Xiao and Xiao Fu are here to see you."

Old Man Zheng went downstairs and said from a distance: "Xiao Xiao, have you heard me telling me that no one played chess, so I ran over here specially?"

Xiao Zhumei said: "Director Zheng, I have never played chess since I came to the United States. You are idle and can think about the chess game all day long. I can't do it. I have to go to class and make money. Now I will definitely not play you."

"You, you're humble." Old Man Zheng said happily, then glanced at Fu Song and wondered, "Why are you here?"

Fu Song asked with a smile: "Why, Director Zheng is now well-developed and lives in such a good villa, so why don't I, a poor friend in China?"

Old Man Zheng blushed by him. Seeing this, Old Mrs. Qiao quickly smoothed out and said, "Xiao Fu, what do you want to eat at noon? I'll prepare now."

"There is no need to be busy, Zhumei and I will sit and leave."

"That won't work. I finally came here, how could I leave without eating? Old man, don't you want to play chess? You haven't gone back to the house to take out your treasure?"

When Old Man Zheng heard this, he turned around and went back to his room to take out Go, and placed it on the table and said, "I brought it here from thousands of miles away, but it was over a year, and it was useless. Do you think it's annoying?"

Xiao Zhumei smiled and said, "Since you can't live, just open a Go school."

Old Man Zheng waved his hands and said, "That won't work. Once interest is tied to money, it will be boring."

At the beginning, the old and the young could say a few words in one word. After ten minutes, there was no sound.

In a blink of an eye, only Fu Song and Zheng Kun were left drinking tea, plus a little brat running around the ground under two years old and a poker-faced Chrys.

Fu Song had a strong prejudice against Zheng Kun and felt that there was nothing to talk about with such people, so he pretended to watch chess.

Zheng Kun followed and took the initiative to provoke the verbal in a tone that seemed to be talking to himself: "I have never understood, what's the point of playing Go? As for how fascinating it?"

Old Man Zheng said without looking back: "You know nothing! I didn't ask you to see it, I don't like it, get out!"

Zheng Kun smiled bitterly and spread his hands at Fu Song and said, "Look, my dad has been talking to me since he came here. I feel so sad."

Fu Song was too lazy to see him, and said with a smile: "Elder Zheng is getting stronger and stronger. He could have worked for another two years. If you have to make trouble, you will be completely ruined. He was stabbed by someone. Every time he met, he was choked by me. He was so angry."

Zheng Kun's face turned red and blue, and he opened his mouth and said nothing.

When Xiao Zhumei heard this, she was afraid that she would start to quarrel again, so she asked, "Hey, Senior Brother Zheng, where is the sister-in-law?"

"Ah, you said she, her mother is sick, and she will go back to her parents' home to take care of her for a few days."

Old man Zheng dropped a dark spell and raised his head and said, "Don't be sarcastic here. Yes, Zheng Kun didn't return to China after graduation. It's really wrong, but only one of them hasn't returned to China? Do you catch one and bite the other? You don't feel tired, I feel tired for you."

Fu Song laughed and said, "Director Zheng, after living in a capitalist society for a long time, his mentality has changed quite quickly. You are not ashamed but proud."

Old Man Zheng curled his lips and said, "Rong is not worth talking about, but he has no shame. In fact, when he says something in his heart, it's just that. He feels guilty, but he can only hope that the younger generation will do his best to make up for it. I am old and have no strength to toss, alas..."

Zheng Kun was scolded by the old man before. Today is the first time he heard these neutral words from his father. He couldn't help but be moved and ashamed, and his eyes turned red and said, "Comrade Fu Song, I heard from my parents that you don't like people like me. Yes, sometimes you can't sleep in the middle of the night and ask yourself, and I look down on myself. But I am really desperate. If I don't come out, I don't know. Only when I come out can I know how backward the country is."

Xiao Zhumei sighed, and the white piece in her hand could not fall down, so she simply threw it back into the chess game and echoed: "Senior Brother Zheng came out in 1979, and the gap was even bigger at that time. Don't talk about him. After I arrived here last year, I was scared. You always say that China's development will be very fast in the future and will get better and better, but to be honest, I don't know where your confidence comes from."

Hearing Xiao Zhumei's slogan, Zheng Kun said excitedly: "I admit that I don't have the courage to be as happy as a little rich man. I just want to live a good life in my family, but if I still have a little hope, I will go back to China to try it."

When Zheng Kun went abroad, it was not long before China and the United States established diplomatic relations. At that time, China and the West had been completely isolated for 30 years, and had been cut off from contact with the Soviet Union and Eastern Europe for more than 20 years. In these decades, no Chinese dared to dream of going to the outside world in this life, let alone studying abroad.
Chapter completed!