Gaodong Village is also a natural village under the jurisdiction of Nanling Town.

Compared with Shuangtang Village, Gaodong Village, which is 14 to 15 kilometers away from the town center, is undoubtedly more remote.

Gaodong Village has a small population, with about twenty households and less than a hundred people.

Hidden among more than 20 buildings is a dilapidated mud-brick house.

The mud brick house is about 60 square meters, including three rooms, a kitchen and a living room.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, with a few old wooden benches and an Eight Immortals table full of things. The two bedrooms have locked doors, and only one has the door half open.

Except for lights, there are no extra electrical appliances.

Mo Yuanping, who is in his nineties, is the owner here. He has lived here for more than ninety years.

Because his family was poor, Mo Yuanping did not marry his wife until he was in his forties and gave birth to a son.

Thinking of having a son to take care of until the end of his life, he loved this son in every possible way. Who could have imagined that when his son grew up, he would be indifferent to food and work, idle and addicted to gambling.

Everyone said that his son was a debt. In order to pay off the loan sharks for his son, he sold the land where he wanted to build a building. He still had some money left, and used it to marry his son a wife.

I hoped that my son would become more sensible after getting married and that the prodigal son would turn back. But he ended up not repenting, sinking deeper and deeper into trouble, and finally got into big trouble and ate the peanuts.

His wife also couldn't bear the blow and couldn't afford to fall ill. His daughter-in-law also left the children and said she was going to work, but then there was no news.

Before long, he and his grandson were the only ones left in the family to depend on each other.

Having learned from his son, he is extremely strict with his grandson. Fortunately, although his grandson doesn't like studying and has poor grades, he is still hardworking and down-to-earth, unlike his father.

But the good times didn't last long. My grandson got into an accident while driving a motorcycle while drunk.

Mo Yuanping is the only one left in this family.

Yesterday I learned from a neighbor who works in the town that the child in Shuangtang Village is about to turn a year old.

So today he got up early and walked to the chicken pen with a cane.

He is over ninety years old and can't do much work. He just raises a few chickens.

He grabbed two hens and stuffed them into a snakeskin bag, then cut a few small holes with scissors.

By the time he finished these things, the sky was already getting slightly brighter.

So I dragged my snakeskin bag and walked slowly towards the village entrance step by step with my cane.

He stood at the entrance of the village waiting for the shuttle bus. He didn't know how long he waited. He only knew that the sun had come out before he saw a shuttle bus coming.

After waving, the shuttle bus stopped in front of him. Seeing how old he was, the conductor quickly got out of the car and helped him get the snakeskin bag onto the bus, and then helped Mo Yuanping get on the bus.

The conductor asked him where he was going, and he said to Shuangtang Village.

Three dollars.

Mo Yuanping sat on a chair and rummaged around in his pocket. He took out a plastic bag and opened it. It was full of change, 15 cents, 1.5 cents.

I took three pieces of one piece and counted them again before handing them to the conductor.

There were very few people taking the shuttle bus so early. The driver drove very fast and stopped at the entrance of Shuangtang Village in seven or eight minutes.

Mo Yuanping got out of the car, dragged his snakeskin bag, and followed his memory to Su Qinghe's house.

Look at the house number next to the door, No. 30, Shuangtang Village.

This is the right place!

I wanted to knock on the door, but stopped.

Sitting at the door with crutches in hand, waiting.

In the morning light, with dark skin and wrinkles on his face, he looked into the distant sky with cloudy eyes.

It's like a sketch made by an art student.

The villagers passing by noticed him, but no one came forward. Instead, they stood in the distance and whispered.

Su Xiaoting jumped over and saw Mo Yuanping sitting at the door of Su Qinghe's house. She asked crisply: "Grandpa, are you here to see Uncle Qinghe?"

Mo Yuanping withdrew his gaze, looked at the little girl in front of him, and nodded.

"Then why don't you come into the house? Uncle Qinghe got up very early!"

In fact, the courtyard door was unlocked, and Su Xiaoting opened it with a push.

She shouted into the yard: "Uncle Qinghe, there is an old man looking for you!"

Su Qinghe, who was playing with the little guy in the room, came out, saw Mo Yuanping standing up, and took a closer look several times.

"Tingting, let's go in and have breakfast!" He patted Su Xiaoting's little head. After Su Xiaoting entered the room, Su Qinghe said to Mo Yuanping, "What are you doing here."

Although Mo Yuanping has aged much, Su Qinghe will never forget this face.

It was Mo Yuanping's grandson who drove drunk without a license and hit the motorcycle driven by Su Qinghe's father at high speed, which led to the tragedy of Su Qinghe's family.

Mo Yuanping carefully looked at the young man in front of him, and the childish face slowly overlapped with the one in his memory, but now he was more mature and calm.

"I heard that your daughter is celebrating her birthday, so I'm here to give you a gift."

Only then did Su Qinghe notice the snakeskin bag on the ground and two chicken heads coming out of the hole.

"Go back, I won't accept it."

Mo Yuanping opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't. It took a long time before he said "Alas".

In the room, the old lady watched Su Qinghe standing at the door for a long time without asking anyone to come in, so she walked over.

She will never forget Mo Yuanping's face.

It's just that at her age, her children and grandchildren have become promising again, and no matter how much resentment they have, they have gradually faded away.

"He's already here, let him come in and have a drink of water."

Su Qinghe looked at the old lady and said nothing, but still gave way.

Mo Yuanping looked at the old lady and then at Su Qinghe, thinking that he had been honest and responsible throughout his life, but in the end he was burdened by his children and grandchildren, and he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.

"I won't go in. It's just a good thing to have a baby. I hope you can accept this small gift."

The old lady looked at Su Qinghe and sighed: "Take it, it's not easy to walk at such an old age."

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"Are you still blaming him? Every injustice has its own owner, and his grandson died that year, so he can't be blamed. He also came home to kowtow and apologized, and now he is alone all his life. This is his retribution!"
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In the room, the old lady looked at the expressionless Su Qinghe and said this.

Su Qinghe was silent for a while, then rubbed his face hard with his hands, "Po, I know I can't blame him, but I still feel very unhappy when I see him."

"I understand, it's just that life has to move forward, good and bad are fate, you have to accept it! We are living so well now, there is no need to be in a bad mood because of him!"

Su Qinghe nodded and picked up the little guy playing in the fence, "Good boy~ How about going out to play with daddy?"

The little guy who was picked up while playing happily was twisting and screaming unwillingly at first. As soon as he heard the words "go out and play", he stopped struggling and looked at Su Qinghe with bright eyes.
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"Go play~"

"Okay, let's play!"

Then I put on a mosquito repellent bracelet and a small hat for the little one, put on small shoes, and brought a small water cup.

The little guy was jumping around in the hall with his screaming shoes, "Sister~ let's play~"

Su Qinghe looked at Bai Zhi, "Didn't you say you have never picked lychees with your own hands? I will take you to experience what it feels like to pick and eat them at the same time."

Looking at the bright sun outside, Bai Zhi flinched a little.

"Don't even think about it, unless you go there at five or six in the morning."

"Okay, wait for me!"
Chapter completed!