The two children had been having a lot of trouble during the day, but the thunder-like noise didn't even wake them up.

Lu Huaian was woken up and was sleepy to death, but he still managed to stand up.

"Go and let go of the cannon?" Shen Ruyun narrowed her eyes and sat up.

"Well, you can go to sleep." Lu Huaian half-closed his eyes and put on his clothes: "I'll call you when the meal is ready."

It was still dark outside, so Lu Huaian rubbed his hands, took a big firecracker, and spread it out on the front lawn.

A large roll of firecrackers rolled up from below and spread out for a long time, as if the good days would never end.

Finally it was lit. Lu Huaian held his hands and squinted his eyes slightly, listening to the loud noise.

Time flies by, in the blink of an eye, we have arrived in 1987.

From the beginning to the end of the firecrackers, there was not a single stumbling block. The firecrackers went off happily and burned beautifully.

"What a good sign!"

Lu Huaian breathed into the palm of his hand and entered the room happily.

In the next two days, there was an endless stream of people coming to their house.

They all came to pay New Year greetings.

Lu Huaian also went to several places, especially Uncle Zhou's, and had a good drink with him.

"Your place is still lively." Uncle Zhou was very emotional.

During the Chinese New Year, their village is lively, but showing movies is impossible because the village doesn't have the spare money.

How can it be as lively as Xin'an Village?

That's for sure, Lu Huaian smiled.

He had a drink with Uncle Zhou and said with a smile: "It's not your place, it's ours."

Uncle Zhou was stunned for a moment, then quickly laughed: "Yes, yes, it's our place."

He has lived here and is now from here.

From now on, we have to talk about our place.

I finally got through this harsh winter, and now it’s the new year.

But the county called him and Nie Sheng said that his father was dead.

Nie Bo...

Lu Huaian was stunned for a moment, remembering the first time he rented his house, and then the time he moved out.

That scene seemed like just yesterday.

Even Uncle Qian was filled with emotion after hearing this: "How can it be so good, just... ugh!"

However, with such a son in the stall, it’s not bad that Nie Bo can survive till now.

Although they had disagreements with Nie Sheng, Lu Huaian and Uncle Qian still went.

Nie Bo was kind to people throughout his life, and many people came to express their condolences after his death.

All he cared about in his life were his sons and grandsons.

However, Nie Sheng failed to live up to his expectations, and he never saw a grandson until his death.

Nie Sheng sat slumped in front of the coffin, burning paper with a numb face.

In the past, he was quite wanton in everything he did.

He has high ambitions but low ambitions, and looks down upon unprofitable jobs.

It doesn't matter if he can't make any money, since his father is there to support him.

But now, his father is gone.

Nie Sheng suddenly felt a sense of panic in his heart.

He has no mother, and now he has no father.

When Lu Huaian left, Nie Sheng looked at him and wanted to cry: "Brother Lu... I am only one person..."

When his mother told him to obey, he didn't listen.

When his father asked him to get married, he didn't get married.

Now, the outcome that his father was most worried about was fulfilled: they were all gone, and he was the only one left.

Lu Huaian patted him on the shoulder, but he didn't know what to say. He could only say: "My condolences."

Nie Sheng sat down slumped, with a blank look on his face.

He wanted to cry, but he couldn't.

It felt like a big piece was missing and empty in my heart.

After coming out, Uncle Qian looked back and sighed: "It looks like he has grown up a lot."

Unlike in the past, there was no certainty about what to do.

"He has changed a lot."

Lu Huaian shook his head and sighed: "It's too cold this winter."

When the weather is extreme, it's really hard for the elderly.

Nie Bo's matter seems to have begun.

Elderly people died one after another in the village, and both Xin'an Village and Qingshang Village continued to have dojos for a while.

It wasn't until spring started and the weather warmed up that the situation gradually improved.

As a result, Mr. Song fell again and broke his leg bone.

When he received the news, Lu Huaian was having a meeting in the city.

It was Uncle Qian who asked Cui Er to come find him.

"What?" How come you are so good at wrestling?

Lu Huaian was anxious. Old Man Song was already a little confused, but now he fell down again. It was really...

But Shen Maoshi is still delivering goods out of town and won't be able to get back for a while.

Lu Huaian had no choice but to apologize hastily and rush over at short notice.

Fortunately, after he arrived at the hospital, the rescue had been completed.

"It's nothing serious. As we get older, wrestling is actually quite normal."

The doctor hesitated for a moment, and Lu Huaian immediately asked, "Is there anything else?"

"It's just..." The doctor looked through the medical records and was a little confused: "Why did your family report that his mind was a little unclear? When he spoke just now, I felt that his mind was quite clear."

Lu Huaian was stunned and turned his head suddenly.

In the ward, Old Uncle Song was lying on the bed, motionless.

He just lay there, his eyes following the birds outside the window.

This scene made Lu Huaian jealous: "Uncle Song..."

"Director Lu, you're here." Old Uncle Song came to his senses and patted the edge of the bed to let him pass.

The fall was well worth it. Old Man Song smiled: "I didn't expect it, but it knocked me awake."

Lu Huaian's heart sank heavily when he thought of what the doctor said about recovery.

Mr. Song was very open-minded and said that nothing happened to him. He didn't like the smell of the hospital and just wanted to go home.

After returning home, he was in good spirits and walked around the graves of his son and daughter on a crutch.

But before leaving, he pointed to a place nearby and looked at Lu Huaian with a smile: "I chose this for myself."

After returning, he started to have a fever.

Everyone was confused, but they still thought about Shen Maoshi.

Even though he had been ill for a long time, he had no filial son, but Shen Maoshi was a kind-hearted, honest and honest man.

Ever since I brought him back, everything has been meticulous and he has been taken care of properly.

After a long time, Mr. Song also regarded Shen Maoshi as his own child.

He said that he would have sons and grandsons in this life, and he felt at ease. He just wanted to see Shen Maoshi again.

Lu Huaian's eyes grew hot when he heard this. He held his hand and promised him: "Maoshi is already on his way back. Please wait."

The doctor also came to see me and said that he probably wouldn't be able to make it through the night.

In the evening, Shen Maoshi hurried back after a long journey.

He didn't drive, he came back by train.

He did not pull back the pile of goods, but asked his apprentice to guard it and asked Cui Er to come over and replace him.
To be continued...