Yin Guanghe closed his eyes, his straight back arched slightly, his shoulders dropped a little, and he remained silent.

After a while, he raised his hand to wipe his face, opened his eyes and stared deeply at Zhang Chunnuan for more than ten seconds, then stood up and shouted, "I'm sorry to bother you."

After saying that, he walked straight towards the door, crossed the threshold, turned around and said softly: "I wish you happiness." Then he walked towards Chu Yuqin.

Zhou Haoran sent the two of them out of the hospital and returned to the main room. He was very jealous, "Nuan'er, what did you just say? Don't let others listen..."

"Are you someone else?" Zhang Chunnuan glanced at him, "Okay, go to work, otherwise Brother Lixue will curse."

...

At the foot of the mountain, at the end of the village, at the foot of Tieniu Mountain, in a mud house.

Chu Ziming picked up the broken earthenware pot and grabbed a handful of corn crumbs. Just as he was about to wash them, he thought of the sick old man and his weak wife in the house, so he gritted his teeth and grabbed two more handfuls.

Both were decentralized labor reform personnel, and he was much better off than the couple who came from the capital.

At the very least, he brought some food.

Fortunately, there were plenty of beds and pots and pans in the prepared house in the village. Otherwise, even if he had food, he wouldn't know how to cook it.

Add water to the pot and put it on the stove.

Chu Ziming picked up the matches sent by the production team leader after dark last night, opened them, and found about ten more.

When making dinner last night, he wasted five matches to light the fire because he was not skillful.

"Chi——"

When the fire light came on, Chu Ziming hurriedly picked up the dry thatch, put it on the match, and quickly threw it into the stove.

As expected, the fire went out.

Chu Ziming looked at the dark stove eyes, feeling sad in his heart.

His hands have successfully performed thousands of operations, but they can't light the fire for cooking...

The light outside the door was blocked, Chu Ziming turned around and saw two people standing at the door.

Because of the backlight, he did not recognize the two of them immediately. He only felt that the petite man's standing posture was very familiar.

When he heard the choked call, he realized that it was his daughter.

Chu Yuqin stood at the door, not daring to go inside.

In her memory, her father's image was extremely tall.

That father, who could not be defeated by any difficulty, was now squatting in front of a simple earthen stove, his squatting body curled up, and he could no longer protect himself from the wind and rain.

"dad......"

Chu Yuqin stepped forward tremblingly, but her legs and feet were weak and about to fall. She was supported by Yin Guanghe who was standing beside her.

"Uncle Chu." Yin Guanghe helped Chu Yuqin enter the house and looked around.

This is a simple mud house, with a stove set up against the wall at the entrance, and two broken straw mats hung on the left side a step away, dividing the house into two parts.

Looking through the gap between the straw mats, you can see a bed board set up against the wall.

Chu Ziming was startled, and when he came to his senses, he quickly stood up to greet her. When he saw his daughter who was crying in tears, he wanted to raise his hand to wipe her tears like before. When he saw the black ash on his hand, he was so shocked that he quickly retracted the back of his hand.

behind.

"Qinqin, why did you come here? Are you...are you okay? Where is your mother?" He still didn't know that his once loving wife had published a newspaper to draw a line with him.

"Dad...Dad...wuwuwu..." This was the first time Chu Yuqin saw his father after Chu Ziming was taken away.

Looking at her father's appearance at this time, she could not imagine what he had gone through. She burst into tears and could not formulate a verbal answer to her father's questions.

Yin Guanghe, who was standing aside, withdrew his gaze and answered helpfully: "Uncle Chu, I have married Yuqin. Don't worry, I will take good care of her. As for auntie, she divorced you in the newspaper...

....”

"That's fine." Chu Ziming already understood the meaning of Yin Guanghe's unfinished words, "Everyone can escape, and I don't blame her."

After saying that, he turned to look at his daughter, and the distress in his eyes almost turned into reality, "Qinqin, please publish it in the newspaper when you go back. Dad can't protect you. From now on, you must listen to Guanghe more and be filial to your Uncle Yin."

and auntie.”

Both young men are married, and Yin Guanghe still calls himself uncle.

In this regard, Chu Ziming can naturally understand some of its profound meaning.

Chu Yuqin bit her lip and shook her head. Her tears were like a broken faucet, showing no intention of stopping.

"Uncle Chu, don't say such words again." Yin Guanghe said in a serious voice:

"The villagers at the foot of the mountain are simple and honest. I once stayed here for a while to investigate the case, and some... friends are from the village. Before coming here, we visited our friends and asked them to take care of my uncle. She, they have promised me

and Yuqin’s request.”

"Uncle Guanghe appreciates your kindness, but my current situation makes it difficult for me to drag others down..."

"Uncle Chu!" Yin Guanghe interrupted him, "Don't worry, we will take care of you conditionally."

As he spoke, he revealed the deal with Zhang Chunnuan and Zhou Haoran.

As soon as Yin Guanghe finished speaking, there were footsteps outside the door, and he turned his head warily.

There were two people standing outside the door, holding dry firewood in their hands.

The man's temples are gray and his body is slender and stooped. Although his eyebrows are deeply carved and his cheeks are concave, you can still see his former glory.

The woman looked to be about the same age as Uncle Chu. Her shabby clothes were washed white, her skin was fine and fair, her face was elegant, and the most eye-catching thing was the little mountain flower in her hair.

"Brother Chu, do you have a guest? Let's go pick up some more firewood."

The person who spoke was the middle-aged woman, her voice was gentle and very pleasant.

Chu Ziming said hurriedly: "That's enough, there's no need to go. It was my daughter and son-in-law who found out that I was sent here and found me."

With that said, he introduced the two people to Chu Yuqin and Yin Guanghe: "You call this Uncle Ming, and the one next to him is Aunt Shan."

As if remembering something, he added: "They are a couple."

Yin Guanghe looked at the extraordinary couple, bowed slightly and said respectfully: "Uncle Ming, Aunt Shan."

Shan Fei glanced at her husband and saw that he was still unwilling to speak, so he had no choice but to smile, nod, and praise: "Brother Chu, you are so lucky!"

Ming Yingzong was glanced at by his wife, and although he remained silent, he nodded to the family of three.

"Don't be offended. Lao Ming is afraid. Even to me, he won't speak anymore." Shan Feisong was worried that the three of them would misunderstand, so he quickly explained.

Although they didn’t go into details, Chu Ziming and the other three were not people who wanted to get to the bottom of things.

It was not good for a few people to just stand and chat like this, so Mingying and his wife entered the house carrying dry firewood and placed it next to the stove.

Seeing the amount of food in the uncovered earthenware pot on the stove, Shan Feisong turned his eyes, took a deep breath, and said with a smile: "You guys talk nicely, let me cook!"
Chapter completed!