Ye Qianxue, who was sitting in the back seat, looked at the scene in front of her with mixed feelings.

Such a refreshing scene is like a famous painting handed down from generation to generation, exquisite and timeless.

It was like a ray of sunshine in winter shining on her heart.

An old man and a young man compose warmth and happiness.

Immediately, she also got out of the car and came to the two of them with gentle steps.

She quietly put a wad of banknotes in Ding Yi's coat pocket, and carefully helped the old man tidy up his coat.

But beautiful scenes will always be interrupted by someone.

I saw a young man getting out of the car.

The young man puts on makeup and powder, and his makeup is even thicker than that of the girls.

"What are you doing behind my car, ah?" The young man was pretentious, pinched his orchid fingers, pointed at Ding Yi, and asked displeasedly.

Ding Yifeng frowned.

A strong young man will make a country strong. The strongest voice of the era, Mr. Liang, has been used to this day. It seems to be a major driving force for young people to move forward. However, now it is used as a young mother to criticize the current situation.

Once upon a time, my young man was an iron-blooded and masculine man who shouldered the spirit of scholarly business and scolded Fang Qiu. However, today, the wind of femininity is rampant and the young people are cruelly poisoned.

I recall that in the old days when we were weak, how many princes managed to rid the country of the title of "Sick Man of East Asia". But now, the invasion of culture has brought shame to this great country.

The person in front of me can be described as male and female.

Ding Yi sighed, supported the old man, and said slowly: "Grandpa, where do you live? Shall we take you back?"

"This...ahem, this, I will just go back by myself."

"Grandpa..." Ding Yi's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he swallowed a little harder: "Grandpa, we are just on the way."

"I didn't even say where I live."

Ding Yi smiled and said: "No matter where you live, we are all on your way."

"Grandpa, if you continue to shirk, the traffic police will be here later." Ye Qianxue said softly.

The old man stopped talking. After a long time, he nodded heavily: "Okay."

"Wait a minute." When the three of them turned around and wanted to leave, the young man shouted at the top of his throat, then came to the three of them, glanced at Ye Qianxue, and said, "Who knows if you have scratched my hair?"

car."

Ye Qianxue frowned slightly: "Then what do you want?"

"They can leave, but you can stay."

Snapped.

Before Ding Yi could say anything, Ye Qianxue slapped him with his backhand.

The young man who was beaten was stunned for a moment.

"Looking for death." The young man reacted and tried to slap Ye Qianxue on the cheek.

But Ye Qianxue quickly kicked out and kicked the young man directly in the crotch direction.

Looking at the young man squatting down and wailing, Ding Yi was stunned.

"Don't forget who my grandfather is. If I can't deal with a man, why can't I deal with a girl?" Seeing Ding Yi's stunned look, Ye Qianxue curled her lips and said.

At this time, she brought out the temper of the eldest daughter of the Ye family to the fullest.

Finally, she kicked the young man again.

The young man groaned. How could he have imagined that this woman would be beaten?

The two of them helped the old man to the car. After Ding Yi turned up the air conditioner a little, he said with a wry smile: "I thought you would introduce yourself to your family and say a domineering word."

Ye Qianxue's long black eyelashes slightly fluttered: "Why should I give people a chance to take revenge?"

Ding Yi shrugged, then looked at the reserved old man in the rear mirror and smiled: "Grandpa, you don't have to be reserved. Where is your home?"

"exist……"

The old man named a place.

Ding nodded and called up the navigation.

Soon, a voice came from inside the car: 'You have deviated from the route and we are re-planning it for you.'

'Can't find the route, now hand it over to Euchang Map.'

Echang Map: ‘Can’t find the route to the destination, now the navigation is handed over to the ferry map.’

Ferry map: 'You two are 250, you want to trick me, you can't find the destination, the navigation has been automatically turned off.'

Ding Yi felt a flock of black crows flying overhead.

What the hell is this?

Is navigation so arbitrary now?

Ye Qianxue pursed her lips lightly and asked in a low voice: "Isn't it because grandpa remembered it wrong?"

"I, I'd better go down, I can walk back by myself." The old man said.

Ding Yi smiled and said: "Grandpa, since you remember the way back, you can give the command and I will drive."

After driving in circles for nearly an hour, we arrived at the place my grandpa mentioned.

After getting off the car, what came into view was an iron sheet house. This iron sheet house was stained with rust. It must have experienced the passage of time.

This place is sparsely populated and extremely remote.

While in the car, Ding Yi had already learned that his grandfather's real name was Zhou Dalong. He was now in his nineties and was an artilleryman in the first regiment of the 5th Xiangjiang Du5 Division.

When Ye Qianxue helped Grandpa Zhou get out of the car, Ding Yi stood upright and saluted solemnly.

Facing Ding Yi's serious action, Zhou Dalong, who had already become a muscle memory, immediately returned the gesture. Even though his body was slightly uneasy, he straightened his chest and raised his right hand high.

Ye Qianxue: "Grandpa Zhou, you are tired of traveling and traveling, let's go in first?"

"grandfather……"

"grandfather……"

At this moment, the door of the tin house opened.

A dozen children with withered faces came out.

But after meeting the two strangers, the children looked wary and stopped one after another.

Ding Yi and Ye Qianxue were both stunned when they saw these children with dove-shaped noodles and colorful faces.

"These...these are my adopted children." Seeing the children, Grandpa Zhou had a kind face. He slowly came to the children, squatted down with difficulty, and caressed them with his calloused hands.

One of the children.

Ding Yi raised his head slightly, his nose felt sore.

Ye Qianxue also turned her little head and sniffed.

This scene made the two of them panic.

After a long while, Ding Yicai lowered his eyes, looked at the children and said, "Grandpa, it's windy outside, let's go inside first."

"well."

Ding Yi supported Zhou Dalong and walked into the iron house.

When they saw the condition of the tin house, they felt even more uncomfortable.

After sitting down in the room, Zhou Dalong said to a child who looked about seven years old: "Xiao Hui, boil some water for my brother and sister."

"Um."

Xiaohui was very obedient, went outside and set up the pot, carried the bucket to the pot, and scooped a ladle of water into the pot.

Finally, a fire was lit to boil water.

Seeing this, Ding Yi said with a hint of embarrassment: "Grandpa, why don't you ask the government for help?"

It was hard for him to imagine how difficult it would be for a Yu Bai old man to feed a dozen children alone.

The sadness and difficulties involved are self-evident.

Zhou Dalong's cloudy eyes flashed a bit sadly, and then he said slowly: "I don't want to trouble the organization anymore."

Hearing this, Ding Yi couldn't bear it any longer, and a hot teardrop fell down.

I don't want to bother organizing.

Perhaps, only the older generation have such an awareness and think about everything for the organization.

"Grandpa, are they here to drive us away again?" A child with a sallow complexion asked weakly.
Chapter completed!