The Sweetness of the Seventies
Chapter 1017 - 986: Do Something Meaningful

Chapter 1017: Chapter 986: Do Something Meaningful

After dinner, everyone didn’t immediately go home but instead strolled around the area.

It wasn’t until after five o’clock in the evening that they returned home.

Third Grandma Qi had been sitting in her wheelchair the whole time; otherwise, with her three-inch golden lotuses, she couldn’t have walked much at all.

"Tiantian, Yingjie, you both worked hard today," said Third Grandma Qi from her rocking chair at home, smiling happily. "You should hurry back and rest; you don’t need to stay here to look after me."

Secretary Qi laughed, "Tiantian, you can go. We’ll stay and chat with Third Aunt. You and Yingjie have been busy all day, indeed it has been very tiring."

"Okay, I’ll go back and rest for a bit and come back later to chat with everyone," He Tiantian said with a smile, indeed feeling somewhat tired.

Little Third Son is still crying.

At that moment, Old Man Qi and Old Master Huo returned.

Huo Yingjie made some tea and sat down to keep them company.

Originally, when He Tiantian had returned to the room and taken over looking after the children, she sent Huo Yingjie out to accompany the elderly.

"Grandpa Qi, Grandpa, did you see many old war buddies today?" Huo Yingjie poured the tea and yielded his seat for the elders to sit.

"Ha-ha, yes," Old Master Huo laughed heartily, "We did indeed see many buddies whom we hardly get to meet otherwise. Oh, so many years have gone by, and everyone has grown old."

"Indeed, white-haired and advanced in years," Old Man Qi said, his voice full of lament, "Seeing each other this time, I suspect next time there’ll be even fewer of us..."

Old Master Huo also felt very sad and shook his head with a wry smile, "Anyway, we’re still very lucky. Compared to our comrades who have passed away, living even one more day is a bonus. What is there to regret?"

Hearing Old Master Huo’s carefree words, Old Man Qi chuckled and said, "That’s true, we are people who should have died already. Being alive till now is the blessing of our comrades; what more could we ask for? We’ve had our full at meals, we’ve seen the prosperity of our country, and when we go down to join them, we’ll be able to have a good long chat with our buddies."

"That’s the way to look at it; we could open our eyes wide, take everything in, and then have plenty to tell them later to bring them joy too," Old Master Huo finished, unable to hold back any longer as his eyes rimmed red. So many comrades with whom he’d fought in the same trenches, shared meals from the same pot... all... all...

At this point, Old Man Qi too was teary-eyed.

Those who hadn’t lived through that era of flames and gunpowder could never fully understand their feelings.

This time, many experienced great joy and great sorrow.

The joy was found in the nation’s prosperity, in the peace and security of the people.

The sorrow was that so many of their comrades could not witness this.

The two old men shed tears as they remembered the past.

Seeing this, Third Grandma Qi smiled and said, "All right, our lives have entered the countdown, so it’s natural for you to think and cry, remembering your former comrades. But since we’ve lived to this point peacefully, it would be best to live well and experience things your comrades never had the chance to, try the things they never tried. That truly gives life meaning."

Old Master Huo took the towel his grandson handed him and wiped away his tears, "I’ve made Sister Qi laugh; I really couldn’t help it today. My heart is both happy and sad, I don’t know what to say."

"Thank you!" said Old Man Qi as he took the towel from Huo Yingjie and dabbed at his eyes, "That’s right, no more crying. My eyes, my head, they both hurt. Let’s live well, for our comrades too, live those parts they didn’t get to."

Seeing Grandpa and Old Man Qi like this, Huo Yingjie began to have some thoughts.

The two before him were quite influential and could get help from the country, but there were many veterans who still lived with difficulties.

He and Tiantian now have a lot of money, more than they could ever spend, and they could entirely establish an organization to help old soldiers, to give them a bit of assistance in their lives. Though it might just be a little money, it could still alleviate some of their financial pressure.

It’s what makes people shed blood and tears.

They are economically strained and don’t have the capacity to do so.

But he could do it!

The patents he had prepared beforehand and then transferred to Qian Zhigao were now generating millions of US dollars annually, all consistently deposited into a Swiss Bank account opened in He Tiantian’s name, untouched!

One could say that for years, the entire family had been supported by He Tiantian.

Every time He Tiantian withdrew money, but his wife always found it inconvenient.

Furthermore, it seemed like her parents also deposited a sum of money into He Tiantian’s account every year, probably the company’s dividends.

He wouldn’t touch He Tiantian’s money; he wanted to use the money that came from the patents.

Money, beyond a certain amount, is just a number, with no significant meaning.

If that money could be used for something useful, to help others, especially the old soldiers who once bore arms and went to war with his grandfather, Grandpa Qi, perhaps it would hold a greater significance.

Old Master Huo insisted on going home after dinner, for he wanted to share his feelings about the day with his old wife.

Old Man Qi drank some alcohol tonight and went to bed early.

Third Grandma Qi was a bit tired, and after He Tiantian personally tended to her washing up, she escorted her to her room, and only then did she leave.

The couple then began to wash and soothe their children to sleep.

Only after the children had fallen into a deep sleep could He Tiantian and Huo Yingjie truly breathe a sigh of relief.

"Ah, what a lively and happy day," Huo Yingjie said with a smile, "Tired? Want me to give you a massage?"

"Sure!" He Tiantian nodded and then lay prone on the bed, quietly waiting for Huo Yingjie’s massage.

Huo Yingjie was very skilled with his hands, and every time he gave her a massage, He Tiantian would sleep soundly, feeling relaxed all over; that’s why every time Huo Yingjie returned, He Tiantian wanted her husband to massage her.

Huo Yingjie gently massaged He Tiantian.

He Tiantian closed her eyes, enjoying the care of her husband.

"Comfortable," He Tiantian murmured, "Brother Yingjie, after watching the parade today, what are you thinking?"

Huo Yingjie thought for a moment and said, "I want to do something for those most lovable people from the past."

He Tiantian blinked, then turned her head and asked, "Husband, do you mean you want to do something for the old soldiers from the war of resistance?"

"Yes, you thought of that too?" Huo Yingjie asked, slightly surprised.

After hearing that, He Tiantian said softly, "Every time I see Grandpa Qi and Grandfather, their eyes brimming with tears as they remember their fallen comrades, my heart aches. We are powerless for those who have passed away, but we can help their families, or even help those old soldiers who are still alive. The old soldiers in Nan Yang who resisted the Japanese, the ones in North Korea, and so on, due to various reasons, cannot return to their homeland. The country might not be able to do this yet, but we have the money, and we can establish an organization to help those people."

This is what they call a meeting of minds!

Huo Yingjie and He Tiantian were completely on the same wavelength.