At around 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, in the main building of the Su Family Courtyard in Zhanan District, the third sister took her second uncle's arm and said coquettishly: "Everyone is here, why don't you just meet him! We also have some hospitality, okay? ?"
"What time is it?" The second uncle, wearing pajamas, said speechlessly: "How can you visit someone else's house in the middle of the night?"
"He will meet Mayor Li tomorrow. He will come as soon as he gets off the boat." The third sister explained softly: "It's quite polite."
"What a fart!" the second uncle said with a grin on his face.
"That child has been on a boat for a week and is here as soon as he lands. You have to show up no matter what." The second aunt also persuaded: "What's more, the family business has to be taken care of."
"Don't call me a kid. Calling me brother is just as good." The second uncle was tortured for a long time, and he stood up with a little helplessness: "I'm going to get dressed and go out."
"Thank you, dad." The third sister grinned.
…
In the living room of the Su family.
Gui Mengjun looked at some photos on the south wall with his hands behind his back, and asked Su Tianyu softly: "Has your second uncle been a soldier before?"
"Yes, from the old Northeastern Corps in District 9, I followed Shen Wanzhou first and then Zhou Xingli when I came back." Su Tianyu replied: "It happened when I was young."
"Then you are all family members of the rebels? Haha." Gui Mengjun replied teasingly.
Su Tianyu was speechless: "He was only a deputy battalion when he retreated. What kind of rebel is he? People at that time had no choice. Those who stuttered had to carry the gun."
In fact, what Gou Liuzi said is not wrong at all. Many things in special times are not decided by ordinary people. When my second uncle joined the army, there was a great disaster. It was difficult for people to live, shit was unpalatable, and people were hungry, so don’t talk about it. ideals and positions.
Gui Mengjun looked at the photos of his second uncle in the military camp when he was young on the wall, and looked at him and his comrades, as if he was looking for something.
"What are you looking at?" Su Tianyu asked.
"It's nothing. When your second uncle was young, he was very energetic." Gui Mengjun grinned.
"That's necessary, my family has inherited a handsome man." Su Tianyu replied shamelessly.
While the two were chatting, the third sister walked out together with the second uncle and second aunt.
"Mr. Gui, my parents!" the third sister greeted.
Gui Mengjun suddenly turned his head and immediately stepped towards him: "Hello, uncle!"
This uncle's call was so natural and there was no sense of violation at all. The second uncle glanced at Gui Mengjun, stretched out his palm and said, "Hello, Mr. Gui!"
"Uncle, please don't call me Mr. Gui. Call me Meng Jun or Xiao Gui." Gui Mengjun replied with a smile: "Just be casual!"
"Sit down." The second uncle greeted.
"Aunt!" Gui Mengjun extended his palm to the second aunt again.
"You guys sit down and I'll get you some tea." The second aunt looked Gui Mengjun over and left the living room with her daughter.
As everyone sat down, the second uncle glanced at Gui Mengjun and asked, "Come here on a business trip?!"
"Yes!" Gui Mengjun started talking to him: "Talk about the business here and meet the partners!"
Although the second uncle doesn't agree with the relationship between him and the third sister, he still needs to be polite. After all, the association relies on other people's sources of goods to survive, and being too arrogant will definitely annoy people.
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In the kitchen.
The second aunt brushed the tea cup and carefully recalled Gui Mengjun's face: "He looks pretty good, he doesn't look old!"
"He's not even forty yet, sister." The third sister replied with a breakdown: "You don't really think he's the same age as you, do you?"
"Who are you calling sister? There are no older ones or younger ones." The second aunt hit the third sister and said, "It's not bad, she looks quite masculine, and she looks more stable than the younger ones."
"Yeah, he's quite handsome." The third sister agreed with a smile.
The second aunt knew her daughter very well. She paused and said softly: "Miao Miao, as the old saying goes, a woman of the same family is a good match. As a woman, if one day she no longer has to worry about daily necessities, she will also worry about other things."
"Are you saying that the status of the second ancestor of Guimengjun is not very good and he will become a prostitute in the future?" asked the third sister.
"The threshold for the mother-in-law's family is too high, and people are not strong-willed!" The second aunt used her own experience of more than fifty years to say to her daughter softly: "It's difficult for a daughter-in-law to do."
"He and I just fell in love, so you two look a bit too alike, don't you?"
"...wash the cups." The second aunt said nothing more.
…
In the living room.
Gui Mengjun chatted with his second uncle for a while, and suddenly asked: "Uncle, have you ever served as a soldier in the 125th Army of the Shen Department in District 9?"
The second uncle was stunned when he heard this: "How do you know?"
"Haha, Miao Miao told me." Gui Mengjun paused and asked with a smile: "Do you know Tong Zhigang, Jiang Wei?"
The second uncle looked at Gui Mengjun in shock: "I...I know him. Tong Zhigang is my old squad leader, and Jiang Wei is the ammunition hand of our squad."
"That's right."
Gui Mengjun reached out and took out two envelopes from his arms and narrated softly: "Uncle like this, we have always cooperated with the Chinese District. Many of our company's senior executives are based in the interior, especially in the Ninth District. I have a lot of business. Before I came here, it happened to be the festival, so I sent people to Songjiang to find your ancestral home and clean the cemetery and so on."
The second uncle looked at Guimeng Jun, the surprise in his eyes turned into urgency: "Have you found the ancestral home?"
"No, it's been too long, and many houses there are gone." Gui Mengjun shook his head: "What's more, Miaomiao has very little impression of her hometown. Haha, the information she provided is all wrong."
"Oh, yes, it has been too long. We used to live outside the residential area. All the houses must have been pushed down. We are still talking about whether there is a tomb site." The second uncle sighed.
"But I asked someone to find Tong Zhigang and Jiang Wei." Gui Mengjun handed over the envelope: "I originally wanted them to record a video or leave a contact information. When I get here, can you and They made a phone call, but they didn't want to. They just wanted to write you a letter for you to read."
"They wrote it?"
"Yes!" Gui Mengjun nodded.
The second uncle immediately took the envelope, opened Jiang Wei's envelope with trembling palms, turned his head to the light above his head, and frowned as he read.
"Brother Su, seeing the sun is like seeing the face.
Recalling the time when we were separated from each other during the evacuation battle of District 9, it has been more than 20 years since we were separated. The flames of war and the deep friendship in war are still unforgettable. Thinking of all the things in those days and the youthful years, I can’t help but sigh. Now you and I are In my old age, there are not many old friends left, and I miss you even more. Last week, someone from Lao Sanjiang brought news that you have taken root in Dragon City...!"
Ten minutes later, the second uncle frowned and looked at the letter with tears in his eyes.
This is not faith, it is life and years!
People of Su Tianyu's generation may have a very vague concept of hometown, but Second Uncle and the others are different. They spent most of their lives there, and there are too many memories and people worth missing. .
During the battle to evacuate District 9, many troops were dispersed and many comrades were dispersed, but the memories are so profound.
Su Tianyu glanced at Guimeng Jun and thought to himself that this guy is awesome. He has been a disciple of the Su family for so many years, and he has never seen anyone make his second uncle cry...