"Husband, are you ready with grandpa?" Xiao Yuruo said sweetly.

Xu Lang laughed and said, "It's ready, everything goes well. Wife, why do I think your tone is so well-behaved and so calm?"

Xiao Yuruo couldn't help but be stunned, "Ah, is there any? No, haha."

The more Xiao Yuruo said this, the more Xu Lang felt it was a little strange, but he couldn't say anything. However, no matter what happened, just make sure that this girl was safe. When he came, he specifically reminded his subordinates and sent additional staff. The safety of his wife and other lovers should be guaranteed.

Then, the couple chatted for a few more times. Xiao Yuruo hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "Husband, when will you come back? I, I may give you a surprise."

Xu Lang was stunned again and said hurriedly: "Hmm? Surprise? Wife, when did you learn to surprise me?"

Xiao Yuruo said coquettishly: "You really hate it. It seems that people have never surprised you. Okay, I won't say much to you. I'll say hello to my grandfather on my behalf. Good night, husband."

Xu Lang smiled and said good night, then hung up the phone.

Grandpa Huang Zhong was tired for a day, so Xu Lang asked his grandfather to go to bed first, but he walked out of the old house and planned to go to the village to find the memories of the past. During the day, it was not convenient for him to turn around because, no matter where he went, there would be many people following him.

Soon, Xu Lang walked to a wide place west of the village. I remember that in those days, it was a huge pit. When he was, he often came here to take a bath with his friends, and many people had drowned here.

Therefore, at that time, Grandpa Huang Zhong was very strict in this regard and often warned him not to come here to take a bath, while the teachers in the school also were more strict in their supervision.

I remember that in summer, as soon as I entered the class, the teacher would often gently stroke them with his fingers. As long as there were traces like chalk on the blackboard, it would mean that they had secretly taken a shower, and they would be punished by standing, copying texts and other punishments.

Now, when I think about those interesting things, Xu Lang couldn't help but feel funny.

Now, the big pit has been filled with weeds and some newly built foundations, which are probably going to build a new house on it.

Then, Xu Lang walked to the primary school in the south end of the village. The dilapidated primary school in his memory now seems even more stormy and has become a dangerous house.

Back then, when the rainy season came, it often rained outside the house and light inside the house, so the school often had holidays. Now, Xu Lang took a brief look and the situation became even more serious.

More than eight years have passed, can this primary school still be needed?

However, it is precisely such primary schools that carry the dreams of many rural children. This is where their dreams set sail and the cradle of hope.

At this moment, Xu Lang was wondering, now that he has the conditions, should he do something for his hometown?

For example, donating a primary school, building a road, etc. can be considered as giving back to my hometown. Although I was so angry that I was here, it was this yellow land that nurtured me after all.

When he walked out of the school, Xu Lang's eyes fell on a small bell hanging on the sycamore tree in the school, and the bell was where the bells were issued. Yao remembered that he was an old man at the foot of the slope, who was intricately guarding the door and was responsible for ringing the bell, but the bells of the bells had never been accurately ringed.

Xu Lang still remembers that under that bell, he was often punished to stand. For example, he once snatched the shuttlecock of a female classmate, snatched their jump rope, and threw snakes from the boys' toilet to the girls' toilet. For example, during class, because what the teacher said was different from what he understood, and what the teacher obviously said was wrong, when he stood up and refuted blatantly, he would often be punished and stood here.

Now, when recalling those interesting things, I remembered them vividly, a smile appeared on the corner of Xu Lang's mouth.

It’s rare to go back to my hometown and to elementary school. Before leaving, Xu Lang picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the bell. Then he made a "ding bell" sound, which can be regarded as a reminiscing about his experience in elementary school back then.

However, just as Xu Lang was about to walk out, at the school gate, the place where the old man who was originally responsible for ringing the bell actually had a light on, and a low voice came from the room, "Who?"

Xu Lang couldn't help but be stunned. He thought there was no one here, but he didn't expect that there was someone who planned to come and leave quietly. He waved his sleeves and did not take away a cloud. Now, it was a surprise to the old man.

Should I leave quickly? Or should I stay and take a look at the old man?

Just as Xu Lang was thinking, the old man's door opened, holding a flashlight in his hand, squinted his eyes and searching, "Who?"

Xu Lang was a little shocked when he heard this voice, because the sound was not the voice of the old man who was leaning to the foot in his memory. It seemed a bit familiar. When he thought about it carefully, it seemed like the voice of Mr. Huang San who had seen during the day.

Xu Lang said casually: "It's me, I'm Xu Lang, come and have a look."

Sure enough, as the distance approached, Xu Lang saw the face of Master Huang San and hurriedly asked, "Grandpa San, why are you?"

Mr. Huang's eyes were a little bad. After looking carefully, he looked again and again. After finding that it was Xu Lang, he was also very shocked, "Ah, it's Lang'er, oh, why did you, you kid, come here in the middle of the night? Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, the room is warm."

Xu Lang originally wanted to refuse, but it was hard to refuse. The old man said so, so he couldn't refuse, so he had to follow the old man into the house.

As soon as he entered the house, the old man was busy pouring water for Xu Lang, very enthusiastic and talked about things.

Through chatting, Xu Lang realized that the original old man who was a sloping old man had died many years ago and died of illness. Grandpa Huang San's son, the village chief Huang Tao's father, is no longer alive. Huang Tao's boy naturally inherited his father's property and wanted to plot on the property of Grandpa Huang San, because there were other branches of his sons under Mr. Huang San. Huang Tao was worried that his grandfather's property would not fall into his hands, and always used various reasons to lure his grandfather to express his opinion on the issue of inheritance of his property.

Recently, it is even more popular with the name of decorating the house for the elderly, but in fact, he drove him out of the house.

Grandpa Huang San didn't want to be angry with the children, so he had to agree to give his property to his grandson Huang Tao, and he almost signed the inheritance letter. He was homeless and lived here.

After learning about these situations, Xu Lang was very angry, but this matter had nothing to do with him after all. There were too many unfair things in the world, and he couldn't control it even if he wanted to. He had to lament and express his sympathy, and he could do nothing.

Of course, the old man said these words to Xu Lang just casually, and he did not intend to let Xu Lang interfere in anything.

Xu Lang casually looked around the room, and as he looked, his eyes fell on a black and white photo hanging on the wall. After asking carefully, Master Huang San said that it was the portrait of the old man Huang Dagai who was responsible for ringing the bell here. It is said that this is the only photo taken by the old man in his life.

The old man named Huang Dagai is also the "Old Man of Pojiao" in Xu Lang's memory who was responsible for ringing the bell. When he was before, he was very naughty and always called "Grandpa Crip" with his friends. Until today, he realized that the big name of the old man of Pojiao was Huang Dagai.

Big cover? Probably?

Why are there such a fun name?

Xu Lang smiled in his heart.

With this fun mentality, Xu Lang couldn't help but look at the photo a few more times. He saw the old man with a sloping strand of hair spread out long, covering half of his face, and his face was covered with mulberry walls, and there seemed to be a little scars.

Yes, it's the same as the bell ringer in my memory.

In the photo, the old man had his eyes closed. According to Mr. Huang San, this was the one he took photos after he died or the money he paid for. It was because Huang Dagai was from the Huang family and according to his seniority, he was also his nephew. According to rural customs, if an old man without a child or a daughter had no portrait, he could not even be buried in his ancestral tomb.

The kind-hearted Master Huang San paid out of his own pocket and took a photo of Huang Dagai, washed out two, took one into the coffin, and left one behind.

Alas, they are all kind-hearted people and pitiful people. This is the lovely thing about these ordinary rural people, Xu Lang thought to himself.

Xu Lang didn't think much about it, then stood up and said goodbye, "Grandpa, it's getting late, I'm disturbing you to rest. You can continue to rest, I'll leave first."

Xu Lang said, then walked out, and Master Huang San did not try to keep him anymore and gave him a smile to Xu Lang.

However, just as Xu Lang took a step and was about to step out of the door, the corner of his eyes fell on the photo on the wall inadvertently. From the front, perhaps nothing could be seen. From the side, especially when Yu Guang looked, the "Slope Old Man" in the photo seemed to be surprisingly similar to the appearance of another "Slope Old Man" in his mind, and he was simply alone!

Another old man with the foot of the sloping foot was his master Xie Wendong, and Zhuge Qingtian. He once dressed as the old man with the foot of the sloping foot to save his son Zhuge Liuyun, and once gave Li Wenling's photo to Zhuge Liuyun, saying that it was his wife!

In this short moment, Xu Lang suddenly turned around and stared at the photo. It was becoming more and more certain that the old man at the foot of the slope was Zhuge Qingtian!

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Chapter completed!