Wang Gensheng was very scared. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been so scared that he would call the police as soon as possible, but the old man thought about saving people as soon as possible.

While busy burning hot water and cleaning the house, he helped clean up the blood stains on the injured.

He had never seen such a strong man, no less than his plowing ox.

I have never seen such a severely injured person with small bloody holes everywhere, especially the empty eyes, which are mixed with red and white meridians, which makes me creepy.

In the next few days, the man from the Iron Tower went out early and came back late every day, and he was responsible for guarding the injured.

Every time the man from the Iron Tower comes back, he brings some strange herbs that he can't name.

After he came back, he started to tinker with some herbs, boiled them into water and poured them on the man's body.

Under the careful care of the man from the Iron Tower and his, the man was getting better every day and could already drink a large bowl of porridge.

The old man had to sigh that being young is healing. He was so seriously injured that he could recover so quickly. Naturally, he would not know that even if he was young, he would have died hundreds of times if he had been younger.

After a few days, the old man knew that the man like a tower was named Huang Jiujin, and the man on the bed was his friend. Because he was seriously injured during a fight and was inconvenient to stay in the hospital, he sent him to the countryside for treatment.

Although the old man is an old farmer, he is not stupid. He also fought with villagers when he was young. How could ordinary fights be so hurt?

But he did not say it out loud, nor was he afraid, because he saw the simple side of rural people from this iron tower man. This simplicity cannot be pretended to be if people who grew up in the countryside.

Of course, more importantly, as a left-behind rural old man living alone, he has been lonely for too long.

I need someone to chat with him, even if he is not sure whether this person is a good person or a bad person.

There are not many such elderly people in the countryside, but there are definitely many.

When he was fine at night, he would pull Huang Jiujin to talk about some old past events. Of course, the most common thing he talked about was how cute and smart his grandson would be able to be admitted to a prestigious university in the future. His words were full of spoilage and longing.

At the beginning, he was a little worried. After all, young people nowadays claim to be knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and no longer like to listen to outdated cliches.

But after contacting him, he found that this young man was different. No matter how long he said or how boring he said, he always listened with a smile.

And he listened very seriously and without perfunctory.

In the past, my son and my daughter-in-law always said that he was speechless, unnourished, and was not listening too much. So he didn't speak much later. Now he found confidence and suddenly felt that his son and daughter-in-law were talking wrong, and the young man in front of him was very happy to listen to him.

Wang Gensheng rolled several rolls of Ye Ziyan in a row, and the moon rose to the sky, and then said embarrassedly: "When people get old, they like to chat, and they delay your sleep."

Huang Jiujin shook his head, "Uncle Wang, I really like listening to you."

Wang Gensheng smiled satisfied and sighed again, "It would be great that my children can have half of your patience."

Huang Jiujin said lightly: "A family has an old man like a treasure. They are born in blessings and do not know how to be blessed."

Wang Gensheng smiled, "Don't make me happy."

"Really, they will understand sooner or later," Huang Jiujin said seriously.

Wang Gensheng shook the cigarette pole, "Maybe

, but when they understand, I don’t know how deep the grass on my grave should grow.”

"Uncle Wang, don't plant so much land. Keep your body well and you can wait until that day."

Wang Gensheng grinned and his face was full of pride. "My grandson is in high school now and he is very good at studying. I heard from my son and daughter-in-law that if I can get into 211,985 college, I have to save some money and give him a big red envelope at that time."

Huang Jiujin was very happy for the old man, but for some reason, he just couldn't be happy and had to force a smile.

"Uncle Wang, you should be less hard and tired. If you live a few more years, you will give your grandson the biggest red envelope."

Wang Gensheng waved his hand, "It's not the same thing. Let me tell you, there is an old man Li in our village who is about the same age as me. Two years ago, his grandson was admitted to university and held a college entrance examination banquet. His grandson came to invite him several times but didn't go there. Do you know why?"

"Why?" Huang Jiujin asked subconsciously.

"Because he has no money to give his grandson a red envelope."

Huang Jiujin said oh, quite surprised. "This is the first time I have heard of such a thing."

Wang Gensheng sighed, "Old Man Li has a heartache because of this, and he went there less than a year." As he said that, he pointed to the dark hillside in the distance, "it was buried there. When he died, his children were working outside, and his grandson was going to college in another place, so I would just wipe his eyes."

"Oh, I'm dying with my eyes open. When I died, I was still talking about my incompetence and I'm sorry for my grandson."

Huang Jiujin frowned slightly, looked into the distance, only a dark area was seen, and the grave could not be seen.

"Why, his grandson probably doesn't mind that red envelope."

"Yes, his grandson is a sensible and good boy. He made a special trip from school to visit the grave on Qingming Festival this year. He had never known why his grandfather was unwilling to go to his school entrance banquet. He happened to meet him when he came back to visit the grave this year, so I told him. The child immediately burst into tears and ran to the grave and cried loudly."

Huang Jiujin sighed, and a feeling of sadness surged in his heart.

"So, you young people can't understand it. You will understand it when you have grandchildren."

Wang Gensheng shook the cigarette rod, shook off the cigarette residue from the cigarette rod, stood up and said, "I'm going to sleep too, I have to get up early tomorrow to collect the beans."

"I'll help you tomorrow." Huang Jiujin said with his head raised.

Wang Gensheng shook his head, "You should take good care of your friends." As he said that, he walked towards the inner room with his hands behind his back. After walking out a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back at Huang Jiujin.

"What university is 211,985"?

Huang Jiujin grinned and said, "The best university in China."

Wang Gensheng laughed, took a brisk step, hummed a cheerful song, and looked dozens of years younger.

Looking at the old man's back, although Wang Gensheng's figure is much thinner than his grandfather, he looks as tall and as tall as his grandfather. He suddenly felt that an old man like Wang Gensheng was a real hero, and like his grandfather, he was a real hero.

Huang Jiujin sat in the yard, looking at the moon in the sky, and unknowingly thought of Mazui Village. Grandpa was still there at that time, Grandpa Lu was also there, and Daoyi, mountain people, little girl. The world was very small, but it was enough to hold the happiness of the whole world. Now the world is very big, but it cannot hold the peace of the whole family.

"I can chat with an old rural man like this, I haven't seen you talk so much before."

Wu Zheng, covered in bandages, walked into the yard and sat down

The place where Wu Gensheng sat just now.

Huang Jiujin did not withdraw his gaze and still stared blankly at the moon in the sky.

"If it weren't for this old man in the countryside, you would have died."

"You are exactly the same as before. No matter how much contribution you have made or how many lives you have saved, you always look calm and seem to be nothing to do with your business."

"I save people and never need other people's gratitude." Huang Jiujin withdrew his gaze and glanced at Wu Zheng. "The breath is stable, the momentum is stable, and you recover faster than I expected."

"Why save me?"

Huang Jiujin turned around and lay half on the bench, closing his eyes to rest without answering.

Wu Zheng chuckled and asked, "Is it because I am your brother, or is it because I am alive and it is beneficial to Lu Shanmin?"

"Is it meaningful to say this now?"

"Isn't it meaningless?" Wu Zheng asked back.

"Fate is your own, and the road is also your own choice. I don't want to evaluate your choice."

"I just don't understand what is the difference between me and Lu Shanmin. He is for revenge, and I am also for revenge. Why is he standing on the side of justice and why is I the evil side? Is it because of my origin that I should be despised from birth?"

Huang Jiujin opened his eyes, looked at Wu Zheng, and said, "I have never despised your origin. A person's origin cannot be chosen, but life can. If your origin is a mistake, you have countless opportunities to change that mistake in your life."

"Isn't what I'm doing now just to change that wrong?" Wu Zheng said with confidence.

Huang Jiujin didn't say anything more. He never said anything big. What he believed most was what his grandfather said. There is no need to say something with his mouth if he could explain it clearly with his fists.

But sometimes, for example, now, whether it is using your mouth or fists, it seems that it cannot be perfectly solved.

"I just hope we won't go to the day when we live to the death."

The momentum in the yard gradually rose, gathering at one point in the sky, and suddenly pressing on Huang Jiujin.

"From the first day I met you, I have regarded you as my idol and my goal. I don't think I am worse than others, whether it is the Wu family or you"!

Huang Jiujin's muscles suddenly tense, and his aura rose in an instant when he was triggered, confronting the pressure above his head. Although Wu Zheng's pressure did not pose much threat to him, it had already condensed a lot compared to before.

"You are still so competitive."

Wu Zheng restrained his momentum, and the bandage was slightly red. "Marriage is rugged, and he is moving forward without fighting, how can he fight for the independent turtle and look down at the foot of an ant."

Huang Jiujin shook his head and asked: Wu Zheng, do you have anything you want to protect?

Wu Zheng laughed loudly, and the blood reflected the bandage red, "The world is unkind and treats all things as straw dogs. I protect others, who will protect me?"

Huang Jiujin said lightly: "Maybe until one day, you have someone who needs protection, you will understand that fighting with heaven and earth is not about defeating the world, but about protecting your most precious things."
Chapter completed!