Looking at him with an expression of shock and confusion, he looked extremely cowardly and pitiful.

Miss Jiang Si, who understood his thoughts very well, suddenly felt soft and couldn't bear to force him anymore.

He sighed softly and said, "Don't think too much. There's no need to worry about it. To tell you the truth, my son didn't mean it. I was just talking. As for our current nationality, although it is no longer Chinese, it is not ours."

It is what I wish, but it is caused by history. Although we are separated by mountains and rivers for so many years, my homesickness has never changed. I am connected by blood with this land, and this emotion cannot be changed by nationality. So I must come back, and I must die here.

Here, it is important for people to pay attention to the return of fallen leaves to their roots. There is another important thing that I want to tell you. This son of mine is not my biological child, he is actually the child of sister Chunzi. Speaking of which, he should be called your uncle!"

These last few words were like thunder exploding in the room.

Kang Shude was almost stunned.

His hand shook and a cup of tea was poured on himself.

But he didn't care at all, his lips trembled, and he only asked, "...His...biological mother is Song Chunzi? Then isn't he Mr. Song's...Mr. Song's grandson?"

Seeing Miss Jiang Si nodding silently, Kang Shude couldn't wait to ask, "What about Mr. Song? Do you know Mr. Song's whereabouts? Where is he now? How is he doing? And his son, Xing

How is Yuan doing?"

Unexpectedly, Miss Jiang Si showed a sad expression, and when she spoke, it turned out to be extremely unfortunate news.

"Mr. Song's people are gone. When he first arrived there, he seemed to have enjoyed a period of prosperity, and I heard he even became an official. He has now become an apartment owner, and he just collects rent, reads, and teases his grandchildren.

Song Xingyuan's family of four had a mysterious encounter with kidnappers when Mr. Song was still alive, and no one survived in the end. After Mr. Song passed away, Chunzi's sister's husband also got into a car accident for no apparent reason. Later, she finally contacted me and tried her best.

After a long trip to Hong Kong, she entrusted her eight-year-old child to me. Later, when we returned to the United States, there was no news about Chunzi. We only heard that she had mysteriously disappeared in Macau. Now, I am afraid that Mr. Song’s family

This child is the only one left with such blood. There are a lot of strange things about this matter, and it involves things over there. I didn’t tell you until we met just now. I know how important the teacher-student friendship between you and Mr. Song is, and why?

I hope you know this and will not be too sad..."

This time, the news revealed by Miss Jiang Si was like pouring cold water on Kang Shude's head, making him feel cold from head to toe, even his head was numb.

"How could this happen? How could this happen?"

Looking up at a yellowed calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall, Kang Shude's eyes were filled with tears, and he couldn't hear what was said behind him.

My teacher's kindness is profound and will never be forgotten.
Chapter completed!