Live Beautification System

The most beautiful season in Beijing is autumn. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and you can see the geese flying south.

Especially when major events are to be held, factories and companies across North China must shut down to contribute to the capital's environmental protection. Therefore, the sky in the capital is blue, with a few graceful white clouds floating in it.

In an alley, in an exquisite three-entry courtyard, a plainly dressed but neat old man sat quietly on a bamboo chair under the eaves, but his hands were clenched tightly, showing that his heart was not peaceful. The old man was sitting there. Thinking about things, it seems that I am also waiting for something important to come.

This old man is Ding Mu's grandfather Ding Jianhuai, and Ding Mu's grandma is still cooking in the kitchen as usual.

Originally, everyone refused to let her go and hired a nanny for the family. However, Ding Mu’s grandma had worked hard all her life, but she was not used to the life of having to stretch out her hands for food and food, so she felt even more uncomfortable.

Therefore, after obtaining the doctor's consent, I still asked grandma to do housework. If your living habits remain unchanged, your body's functions will be better maintained.

Today, there is one more person in the courtyard, and that is Ding Mu. He was sitting at the hanging flower door at the second entrance, drinking Coke with his legs crossed. Ding Mu's mind was running rapidly, imagining some drafts of the paper. As long as you have a rough draft and realize the paper, it is a matter of individual effort.

However, composing the paper in my head is just a casual thing. He knew that his grandfather had specially called him here today to meet some old comrades from out of town, who were also old buddies of Grandpa Ding Mu. They gathered in the capital this time to attend a grand event, the Anti-Japanese War Memorial Parade. As a landlord in the capital, Grandpa Ding Mu naturally had to show his kindness as a landlord and let them gather at his home first.

About time was almost up, Ding Mu heard the honking of the car horn outside, breaking the tranquility of the small courtyard, braking, closing the door, followed by footsteps, and a knock on the door interrupted Ding Mu's thoughts.

He stood up, walked straight to the door, and opened the door latch. A rather beautiful woman stood at the door, with fair skin, petite figure, almond-shaped eyes, cherry lips, and a hint of sweat on the tip of her straight nose.

"Hello, is this Ding Mansion?" There was a hint of Sichuan accent in the sweet voice.

Ding Mu said: "Exactly. I am Ding Mu."

"Great, I finally found it." When the woman heard Ding Mu said yes, she showed an expression of relief, with a smile on her face: "There are really traffic jams in this capital city, and if you don't pay attention, you will I walked through an intersection and ended up going around for a long time. Hello, my name is Cheng Yuer, and my grandfather is Cheng Zhanjun."

"Welcome, welcome." Ding Mu saw what sounded like a new Hongqi car outside, and the photo taken was a car starting with Jing V06. This is the family car of Dahua’s central leaders, and it can also be considered a military vehicle. There is another car behind it, which is an extended version of Cadillac. The brand of this car is not a military brand, but a Beijing AG6. Everyone who knows it knows that. What level of people can ride this car?

While Ding Mu was talking to Cheng Yuer, the driver opened the door and several gray-haired old men walked out of the car.

Ding Mu glanced at them and remembered the looks of several people. One of them has a pale face, beardless face, and gray hair. He is somewhat similar to Cheng Yuer. There is no doubt that he is her grandfather Cheng Zhanjun. Ding Mu also has the ability to identify blood relationships, and there is no problem in recognizing this.

There is also a burly red-faced old man. He is estimated to be over 85 years old, but he is in good spirits and looks quite tall in a Chinese tunic suit.

The last one was an unseemly-looking old man with a common face, a gray complexion, and no blood on his lips. He seemed to be sick and sick, with only two fingers left on his right hand.

Ding Mu's grandfather, Ding Jianhuai, heard the knock on the door and walked to the door to greet them. When he saw the three old brothers, he almost shed tears.

"Lao Cheng, Lao Hu, Lao Sun. How many years have we not seen each other?!"

Eight hands were held together, and the four old people were very excited. A nice make out session.

Ding Jianhuai said: "Stop standing at the door, please come in quickly."

After saying that, he let several people into the courtyard. The driver parked the car on the side of the road and waited outside the door. Only Cheng Yuer accompanied the three old men into the yard.

In the small courtyard, Ding Mu had already set up chairs for several elderly people to sit down. He took a pot of freshly boiled water from the kitchen and made a pot of fragrant scented tea.

Ding Jianhuai introduced: "This is my grandson, Ding Mu. Ding Mu, this is Grandpa Cheng from Sichuan and Shu, this is Grandpa Hu from Nanyue, and this is Grandpa Sun from Liaoshen."

Every time Ding Jianhuai introduced someone, Ding Mu would obediently call out.

"Hello, Grandpa Cheng."

"Hello, Grandpa Hu."

"Hello Grandpa Sun."

Ding Mu knows that these three people are not simple. They are all over 85 years old. They are all veteran soldiers. They are also one of the few, and can even be said to be the only remaining heroes of the Anti-Japanese War. They all once held important positions.

Cheng Zhanjun retired as the commander of the Shudu Military Region, which was regarded as his official position in the military region. He has deep roots in Sichuan and has a wide network of contacts. His son Cheng Hunan is still serving in the military, and his granddaughter Cheng Yuer is a military doctor. She accompanied him this time to take care of the elderly's daily life.

The Grandpa Hu in Ding Mu's mouth is called Hu Baisheng. He once served as the political commissar of the South Guangdong Military Region and was also a big boss in the military. He had a close relationship with Ding Mu's grandfather. His eldest son Hu Jijun serves as the top leader of Dahua Aviation Industry Corporation. It can be said that he has a high position of authority and is outstanding in his talent.

As for Grandpa Sun, Sun Zhonglou once served as the chief of staff of the Liaoshen Military Region. He was originally a scholar from a private school. Talented and intelligent, he compares himself to Guan Zhong Leyi, a crouching dragon and a phoenix chick. He is familiar with Sun Tzu's Art of War and is quite talented in military tactics. He was nicknamed the Ghost Talent Strategist back then. The army led by him can be said to be able to conquer every attack and win every battle. However, he preferred to use dangerous tactics, and once he was ambushed. Although he saved his life, his hand was injured by shrapnel, leaving only two fingers. What's even more pity is that he was physically injured and had no descendants.

Ding Jianhuai said: "Brothers, the people in our Eighth Group who lived together through life and death are almost gone, and the only ones who can still be contacted are our four brothers. I didn't expect to be reunited. I have been thinking about you in my dreams these past two days. .”

Several elderly people are not young, but they are not confused and their thinking is still very quick. When I heard Ding Jian's sincere words, I was deeply moved and almost burst into tears.

Sun Zhonglou said: "It's easy to meet. The military region has recuperation every year. But I can't move my legs anymore and my body is not as good as before. Maybe I won't be here that day."

Hu Baisheng said: "They say there are two hurdles of seventy-three and eighty-four, but the King of Hell didn't ask me to go there. The youngest here is already eighty-six, and there are no hurdles anymore. However, you can go to see Marx at any time." "

Ding Jianhuai smiled bitterly and said: "A few days ago, I almost went to see Marx..."