"How long will it take?!" Hou Laohu poured a sip of wine into his mouth and asked in a low voice. The old crow had a smile on his face, not minding at all: "If you are optimistic, you will be unoptimistic for five years, not optimistic for two years. I will basically count on the unoptimistic side."

Hou Laohu held the wine jar and smiled: "It's not bad! At least, I have lived several years longer than the veteran."

"Who said no!" The old crow laughed and said, "That old guy has confronted me for almost half his life, and in the end he has to ask me for it?! Your little monkey is also a success, otherwise I won't win this bet."

When Hou Laohu heard this, he put down the wine jar and looked at his nephew and niece-in-law and brought his two children into the house to close the door. Then he sighed and said, "There is no winner! In fact, we all lost. No one won."

Now, the old crow stopped talking. He just picked up the jar of wine in silence, and touched Hou Laohu and poured wine into his throat.

"It was at this time that I realized that it was really good for people to live." The old crow put down the jar of wine and smiled, "Fortunately, I can live a little longer, which is also very good."

Hou Laohu didn't say anything, but just squinted his eyes and looked at the door. After a long time, he said, "It's never easy to be alive. It's really good to be alive. But you shouldn't involve the little monkey in this matter."

"What I promised you at the beginning was that he helped you accomplish those things. Then he came back, and it was said that my Hou family had paid off the favors that my owed you. We didn't owe each other."

As he said that, Hou Laohu looked at the old crow with his squinting eyes: "But I didn't say that, it will reach this level. Don't tell me that there is no problem now, you and I know it. Now the little monkey has already posted a number outside."

"So I'm paving the way for him." The old crow looked at Hou Laohu seriously, sincerely and said word by word: "It's time for the kids of the Hou family to go out for a walk. It's not a big deal to make trouble here."

Hou Laohu laughed and said, "Are you doing this with your family?! You are the only one left in your family until now, and no one goes to pay homage to the ancestral grave."

"Everyone is dead, and it's just that if you don't pay homage to me." The old crow said lightly: "I don't expect to pay homage to me if I die. I've agreed to burn it and spread it into the sea. Don't give me any thoughts or not."

But the old crow smiled faintly and whispered: "No one knows when he is alive, but he dies silently. This is also very good, and it matches well."

Hou Laohu seemed to have no idea how to respond to the old crow's words for a while, and then said, "Burn, take it back. At least I would like to give me a thought. When I was seventy-eighty, I would even give you an incense stick."

"I'll stop leaving this time..." Hou Laohu continued, and said leisurely: "The incense at your house is broken, which is not appropriate. Your aunt and now have a few grandchildren. I'll take one back. At least someone will pay homage to my ancestors on the Double Ninth Festival in Qingming Festival."

The old crow was surprisingly not opposed, but just silently touched Hou Laohu's jar. The two old guys with gray hair were drinking silently under the moonlight...

Washington is still the farm. The veteran gently folded his pillows and quilts, and the camp bed was still so neat. Albert stood behind him in silence.

Taking out the leather shoes, the veteran sat silently on the chair and wiped his leather shoes. As always.

The sunset was scattered on the farm, and everything seemed so calm. The old but neat house had just been painted again. It looked like a scene that was often seen in old American westerns.

However, the veteran was wearing a military uniform without a military rank, and no denim clothes or a cowboy hat. His pot cover was obviously just shaved. However, his face was a little dark.

The four words that life is not long have almost been printed on his face.

"How are you working with the jackals?" the veteran asked lightly without looking up. Albert's voice was extremely calm: "Everything is going on in an orderly manner, the task has been determined. Next week, I will set out to execute it. They will do their best to assist me."

While wiping your leather shoes, the veteran said lightly: "You shouldn't come to see me, this is a waste of time. A dead person has nothing to look good about. Doing your business well is the greatest remembrance of me."

"If there is no way to send you on the last journey, I don't think it's meaningful for me to do these." Albert was silent for a while before saying: "Be loyal to this country, then at least we can remember it, worth remembering."

"I also hope that my heirs can send me a ride at the last moment of my life. Of course, maybe I don't have that opportunity."

The veteran paused with his leather shoes on his hands. But he slowly raised his head and looked at Albert: "Do you regret it?! Or, have you ever blamed me?!"

"No, I never thought so." Albert was still solemn: "I always felt that this was my honor."
Chapter completed!