Qin Xiaofei secretly quenched his saliva and muttered: "Just pretend, sooner or later I...well..."

Suddenly, two murderous auras came, and Qin Xiaofei instantly closed his mouth in awe.

Uncle Qin didn't want to reprimand his son here, but Qin Lanlan didn't care. He went up and pinched his little brother's waist.

In just an instant, Qin Xiaofei's face turned from white to red, then from green to purple, but what was unexpected was that he actually held back from screaming.

Second Uncle Qin was still very satisfied with this, but he was afraid that Jiang Zhen might read the joke, so he went straight to the topic and said, "Is your grandpa feeling better today?"

"Hey! It's still the same as before, and I can't eat. I've got new problems in the past few days. Sometimes I'm sober and sometimes confused. I always mention the things that happened on the battlefield back then, and I always mention you, saying that I would have risked my life without you.

Forward, he has long been... old and confused..."

At the end of his sentence, Jiang Zhen sighed again, "Let's go, we're just ahead."

After passing through the front yard and then through an inner yard, everyone finally arrived at the backyard of Jiang Mansion.

There are many trees and flowers here, but the pungent herbal smell cannot be concealed.

Jiang Zhen walked to the door, opened it gently, and then welcomed everyone into the house. There were not many checkpoints along the way, as he thought.

Visiting Mr. Jiang is as simple as visiting an ordinary old man.

He was slumped on the bed. He was very thin, his eye sockets were sunken, his skin had lost its luster, his face was covered with age spots, and his hair was pale. Only his eyes were still as sharp as a knife, showing the infinite glory of this old man.

Although they only looked at each other for a second, Zhang Dabiao's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

"Xiao Qin, you're here." Seeing the second son of the Qin family arriving, the old man's sharp eyes gradually softened and became softer, and there was a bit of a happy smile on his face.

"Mr. Jiang!" Uncle Qin's eyes were red, he threw himself on the bed and held the old man's hand tightly. This sincerity and sadness were definitely not fake.

"Don't cry, you are the god of Northern Xinjiang." Although Mr. Jiang's voice was very weak, anyone could hear the firmness in his weakness.

Uncle Qin turned his face sideways, closed his eyes, forced back his tears, and said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Jiang, you will definitely get better. I want to hear you blow the charge horn again, and I want to be by your side again.

Charge into battle...I still want to..."

By the end of the sentence, tears filled my eyes.

What about the gods of Northern Xinjiang?

What about the iron-blooded warrior king on the battlefield?

The premise is that he is still a human being!

How could he not be sad to see that the old man who had supported him and loved him as father and son was like a candle in the wind?

Seeing such a scene, the middle-aged man who had been standing by silently sighed, stood up, waved to everyone, and led them out of the room.

Everyone could see that the old man in the hospital bed did not have much time left. Uncle Qin came here this time because he wanted to see the old man one last time.

After closing the door, the middle-aged man patted Qin Xiaofei's shoulder gently and said, "You brat, it's time to lose some of your fat.

Tell me, how long has it been since I last visited your Uncle Jiang?"

"Uncle Jiang, I also want to come, but my dad is afraid that my naughtyness will disturb Grandpa Jiang." Qin Xiaofei sighed, "But in the future, it will be even harder for you to see me. My dad...my dad is going to take me

Send it to the army!"

Qin Xiaofei finally found someone who could express his true feelings. His bitterness suddenly found an outlet, and he almost expressed all his grievances.

The Uncle Jiang in front of me was a very patient person. He kept listening, nodding, and occasionally adding a few words of sympathy.

"Uncle Jiang, it's too difficult for me. When my father comes out, can you tell him and let me go back... I'm not a soldier at all, so I won't cause trouble to the country!" Qin Xiaofei said pitifully.

His face was full of hope.

Uncle Jiang put his hands on Qin Xiaofei's shoulders and said earnestly: "Fei, your dad is right, it's time for you to exercise. Look at Brother Zhen, he was just as chubby as you when he was a child. How handsome is he now? So much more.

Girls like it!”

"Third uncle, what are you talking about..." Jiang Zhen laughed awkwardly and couldn't help but look at Qin Lanlan, who was standing beside him.

Uncle Jiang chuckled, "Lanlan, why are you silent? We haven't seen each other for so many years, and we have become a big girl. Is your mother doing well recently?"

Zhang Dabiao couldn't help being stunned when he heard this.

If something happens, something must happen.

Otherwise, the kind Uncle Jiang should first greet Grandpa Qin, or Uncle Qin. It would be better to greet the old witch directly.

Zhang Dabiao would not believe it even to death.

Qin Lanlan smiled sweetly, "I would like to talk, but my brother won't give me a chance. Thanks to you, everything in our family is fine."

"You little girl, you're still so good at talking." Uncle Jiang nodded slightly, and the smile on his face became more kind.

At this time, he also noticed Zhang Dabiao standing aside, "Who is this handsome young man?"

"He's my friend, his name is Zhang Dabiao." Qin Lanlan was afraid that Qin Xiaofei's fast-talking man would talk nonsense again, so he hurriedly answered first.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang, I am Zhang Dabiao." Zhang Dabiao greeted quickly.

"I am Jiang Zhen's third uncle. My name is Jiang Changsheng. If you are not your husband, please call me Uncle Jiang!"

"Uncle Jiang!" Zhang Dabiao hurriedly called, thinking that it was really strange that the son of a big boss, the top second generation, was so polite.

But then I thought about it, people in that era were different from young people today, so I felt relieved.

At that time, everyone was for me and I was for everyone, loving and helping each other. No matter how high your status was, your burdens would be heavy.

What now?

Haha, no matter how high the status, how useless the child is, Qin Xiaofei is a good example.

Jiang Changsheng nodded with satisfaction, and his eyes fell on Qin Lanlan again, "Your mother is weak. I happen to have some supplements here. Don't forget to bring them back to your mother when you go back."

The more Zhang Dabiao listened to it, the more he felt uncomfortable. Is his co-author of The Old Witch very popular?

Needless to say, the old witch is indeed very beautiful, otherwise she would not have given birth to a daughter as beautiful as Qin Lanlan.

But isn’t it too obvious for you to be old?

"Thank you, Uncle Jiang, then I will keep it for my mother." Qin Lanlan smiled and nodded, as if everything was in line with common sense.

The affairs of the older generation are, after all, the affairs of the older generation, and she does not want to express any opinions.

At this moment, Jiang Zhen, who had never had a chance to speak, finally found the opportunity and asked Zhang Dabiao on the side: "I still don't know what this brother does. I am here with my second uncle this time. I'm afraid he has something to do with me."

Something else?"

"Oh, it's like this. My second uncle invited me here, saying that I was going to see the old man for medical treatment." Zhang Dabiao replied with a smile, but he just said that inviting me to come was very serious.

This kid has a weird and yin-yang attitude, and the feeling of being arrogant in his words makes Zhang Dabiao very uncomfortable. In addition, he has repeatedly ignored him before, so the clay man is also very angry, isn't he?

Look at Uncle Jiang's demeanor. Is he looking at you?

Sure enough, one generation is worse than the other!
Chapter completed!