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After exchanging numbers with his two uncles, Lin Yu pulled the old lady out of the room. In the corridor, he took out a bank card and handed it over, saying softly:

"When my mother was dying, she told me to find an opportunity to come to Guizhou Province and take a good look at your old man."

"Because she cannot fulfill her filial piety in front of your old man."

"There is 100,000 yuan in this card. According to the living standards in Guizhou Province, it is enough for the living expenses of the two of you for a year. I will put 100,000 yuan into the card every year from now on."

"If you want to buy anything, just buy it, especially food and clothing. Don't be reluctant to part with it."

"80% of the causes of a person's illness come from his diet. Be kind to yourself and don't be so frugal."

"Finally, I will make arrangements with my third and fourth uncles."

"As for uncle, if he spends even one penny of these 100,000 yuan, I will twist his head off."

"Grandma, you go back first. I'll finish my work and come back then."

After explaining to the old man, Lin Yu pulled the box, hummed a song, and slowly disappeared into the corridor.

Looking at the green Agricultural Bank of China card in her hand, Zhao Liping choked up and tears fell from the corners of her eyes. In the end, she forced back her tears.

After calming down, he turned around, only to find several of his little things lying beside the door, looking at him cautiously.

Opposite the gate, the door of the neighbor's house next door was also opened a crack. In the slightly darkened crack, a few eyes were full of exploration and curiosity.

Smiling at these eyes, Zhao Liping turned around and walked into the door.

The moment the door closed, Wang Ji, who was standing by the window, turned around and sat on the sofa.

When he sat down, Zhao Liping also came to the sofa, threw the bank card in her hand on the table, looked at the bank card with eyes blankly, and began to be in a daze.

Upon seeing this, the eldest daughter-in-law Huo Wenjun stood up from the sofa happily and prepared to reach out to grab the bank card.

Before her hand reached halfway, cold words came from Zhao Liping's mouth: "My boss, Xiaoyu said that if your family dares to use a penny from this, he will twist your heads off."

As soon as he said this, Huo Wenjun's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, smiled awkwardly, and sat back.

Looking around, he kept talking to divert his attention: "Hey, Mom, Jungui is Xiaoyu's uncle. We are also a family, so why is he so cruel?"

As he spoke, Huo Wenjun's eyes fell on the bank card again.

Seeing his appearance, Wang Junbao bent down, picked up the bank card on the table, walked around the coffee table, and walked to his mother.

She put her bank card back into the old lady's pocket and asked softly:

"Yes! Mom, I remember that when I stole your money and sent the second sister away with the third brother, she was still very happy. Why did we stop communicating with each other later?"

"Also, why do I feel like he has a grudge against my eldest brother?"

"Although the eldest brother often bullied us when we were young, the second sister also used a stool to fuck him. There is no need for this, right?"

"Is there something we don't know about here?"

This question also caused the old lady to fall into silence. After a while, she opened her mouth, but her words had not come out yet.

Next to him, Wang Ji spoke first:

"That was in '78."

"It's almost the Chinese New Year, and Xiaoyu has been born by then. Your second sister and your second brother-in-law came all the way here."

"It means to prepare a small wedding and give an explanation to the relatives on both sides."

"I was so happy when your sister called me."

"Because your mother secretly went to Lu Province after Xiaoyu was born and took a photo. The child was very cute when he was a child."

"I can't help but want to see my grandson."

"I was still in the military area at the time and needed to stay behind on duty, so I called your eldest brother and asked him to pick him up and make arrangements for your second sister and his family."

"Because at that time, you needed a letter of introduction and food stamps to go out, so it was very troublesome to go out with your children."

"But, instead of arranging food, clothing, housing and transportation, your eldest brother arranged for a beating."

"I'll beat up your second sister and your second brother-in-law."

"I received the news and rushed to the hospital. The fracture surgery has been completed."

"In the hospital, when your sister saw me, it was like seeing an enemy."

"If you say I want to hit someone, if you want to show off the charm of the older generation, just say so. There is no need to sneak around like a dog and trick people into beating them."

"Because of the stupid things your elder brother did, I was angry at the time and said a few words to her. I couldn't explain it, so I gave her a slap in the face."

"Then there was nothing more. Director Lin of the Public Security Bureau sent people to pick them up to recuperate. From the beginning to the end, I never saw Xiaoyu."

"As for the reason, it's a bit ridiculous. It's because of the more than two hundred yuan you stole, Fourth."

"Originally, that money was the money I planned to give to your second sister. I didn't give it to her because I felt that my daughter, Wang Ji, should be married to an open matchmaker and not secretly."

"But the boss thinks that it is money to find a wife for him. He is not married, and the younger brothers and sisters below are getting married first. What is that?"

"hehe……"

"Haha...it's your own fault."

Wang Ji smiled bitterly, stood up staggeringly, and returned to the window again, staring at the scenery outside the window in a daze.

After hearing the whole story, Wang Juntian and Wang Junbao subconsciously distanced themselves from Wang Jungui, and at the same time, they said in unison:

"No wonder they say that if you dare to spend a penny, I'll twist off your heads."

"If it were me, I'd just chop them off with a knife."

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On the winding mountain road by the Chishui River, Lin Yu stepped on the brakes, slowly slid in front of the old man who was walking on the cowherd's back, and asked:

"Uncle, do you know how to get to Linjia Beach?"

"What beach?"

"Linjia Beach?"

"Lin what beach?"

"Linjia Beach!" Lin Yu roared, then turned around, grabbed a bag of green-sealed Alsophila from the passenger seat, and threw it to Qianniu. The old man roared again at the same time:

"Linjiatan!"

Taking the cigarette quickly, the old man raised his hand and pointed to the road ahead: "Go along the road, turn left when you reach the river, and then go forward along the road."

"Go straight and you will see a village by the river. That is Linjiatan."

"There is a lot of fog in the ravine ahead, be careful."

After pointing the way, the old man happily put the cigarette in his pocket, led the cow, carried the plow, walked into the path by the road, and disappeared from sight in a short while.

Starting the Santana, Lin Yu drove the car and drove forward carefully.

This county road in Guizhou Province is more exciting to drive once than driving in the plains for a lifetime.

Passing through the pitch-black mountain fog, a fork appeared in front of Lin Yu.

Go left.

Carefully adjusting the direction, the Santana set off along this riverside road towards the upper reaches of the river.

The road was very bad, and Lin Yu drove very carefully.

After bypassing the fifth mountain ridge, a village located between two mountain ridges came into view quietly.

The village was not big, with only about 20 households, all of which were green-tiled wooden houses with a very standard "mesh" grid shape.

In the middle was the main hall used for ancestor worship.

On the left and right were wing rooms, extending all the way out, one side was a pigpen, and the other side was the kitchen.

The vehicle slowly drove into the village, and the people in the village cast curious glances.

Finally, Santana stopped in front of a house in the middle of the village with the word "shop" written on it in paint.

Next to the window of the shop was a room with an open door, where several old men were sitting, and between them was a burning stump.

The firelight reflected on their faces, and their curiosity could be clearly seen.

Glancing around, Lin Yu grabbed a pack of cigarettes and stuffed it into his pocket, locked the car door, and walked towards the shop.

He stepped over the threshold and came to the five old men who were warming themselves by the fire. He smiled and handed over five cigarettes. Just as he was about to ask for directions, a voice came from behind him.

A cheerful voice.

"Hey, I was on the road today and met someone asking for directions. I handed over a pack of cigarettes."

"I haven't seen such a rich guy for a long time."

"Come on, have a smoke."

The voice was a little familiar. Lin Yu slowly turned around and his eyes just met the owner of the voice.

The person who came was none other than the old man who had met him on the road.

When he saw Lin Yu, the old man's face darkened, he laughed awkwardly twice, and quickly took out the cigarette in his hand and handed it to Lin Yu.

"Come, have a smoke."

Handing out a cigarette, Uncle Qianniu pointed at his feet and said with an awkward smile: "This is Linjiatan."

"Who are you looking for here, little kid?"

Lin Yu also smiled and said softly: "Lin Xingwang! Shuangmu Lin, the star in the sky, the star in the distance."

After that, he turned around and looked at the old men by the fire.

His grandfather Lin Yuanzhan was the third in the family, and Lin Xingwang was his second grandfather.

Above and behind him, there is also a great grandfather Lin Yuantiao and a fourth grandfather Lin Yuanpan.

The last words of the four old men's names all have a meaning of looking outward. It is estimated that when the old grandfather named them, he still couldn't forget the old tradition of the family and was thinking about letting these younger generations run around and see everywhere.

Lin Xingwang is the pseudonym used by his second grandfather. As for the original name, there is no record in the information provided by the General Staff.

After saying the name, Lin Yu raised his eyes and looked at the old men in front of him.

As soon as these three words came out, the one who asked the question just now, as well as the four old men who were closer to the gate, showed a look of confusion.

One by one, they lowered their heads and tried to think about who this person was.

"Lin Xingwang, the surname matches, but the generation name doesn't match. There is no one named Lin Xingwang here."

"Is he from Langjiu Town?"

"That place is called Linjiaba, not Linjiatan."

"Could it be Yicheng?"

"That is Fanjiaping. The land where the ancestors were buried belongs to someone else. I heard that the generation that moved to Linjiatai had to fight for a long time before they got the cemetery from the landlord."

Amid the random guesses of several people, the old man who was smoking a mountain cigarette in the innermost part put down his pipe and slowly raised his head to look at Lin Yu.

After looking for a long time, he squinted his eyes and asked uncertainly: "The third family?"

The sudden voice stunned the old men who were discussing. They slowly turned their heads and looked at the elders who grew up with them and asked:

"Lin Xingwang?"

"Yes, it's the name I took when I was in the army." Lin Xingwang stood up, walked away from the fire, came to Lin Yu, and looked at the person in front of him with curiosity.

He nodded from time to time, and shook his head from time to time.

Looking at the old man in front of him, Lin Yu took out a photo from his arms.

The person in the photo looked younger, but it was the person in front of him.

Taking back the photo, Lin Yu nodded and shouted: "Second Grandpa."

Several old people beside the fire also stood up, surrounded Lin Yu, and looked at him curiously.

After watching for a while, the Qianniu uncle suddenly asked: "Second uncle, why did you choose such a name?"

When asked about the reason for changing his name, Lin Xingwang turned back disdainfully and whispered:

"If I didn't change your name, you might be rotting in the coffin board now."

"No, there shouldn't even be a coffin board, and I can't even find your bones."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Qianniu lit up the cigarette in his hand, took a deep puff in silence, and nodded in agreement: "Yes, second uncle, if you didn't change your name in the first place, if you were found out."

"Not even a chicken will survive in Linjiatan."

"So, this child belongs to your third family? No, didn't the child from the third family say he was beaten?"

"I remember, all..."

"It's been almost 30 years!"

As he said that, the old man raised his hand, straightened his waist, made a gesture above his head, and stretched it out in front of Lin Yu. He found that he only reached Lin Yu's mouth, and he smiled again:

"Children these days are growing so tall!"

Lin Xingwang stretched out his hand and pulled Lin Yu to sit down on a small stool. He then went to the next room to fetch a teapot. He picked up the kettle next to the wooden pile and tilted it. The scalding tea poured into the pot.

He took out another cup and rinsed it for a while, then brought a cup of scalding tea to Lin Yu.

Putting down the teapot and sitting back in his seat, Lin Xingwang asked, "Xiaoyu, are you here to worship your ancestors?"

"Hmm... half." Putting the tea aside, Lin Yu stretched out his hand, toasted it on the fire, and said:

"Ancestor worship is one thing. My grandfather passed away at that time, and my grandmother passed away. They both told my dad to send the ashes back for burial."

"But my father's unfilial son had an accident, and it has been delayed until now."

"I took advantage of my free time this time to bring the ashes of the two elderly people over."

"Second Grandpa, do you want to prepare anything..."

Raising his left hand to rub his head, Lin Xingwang said softly: "There is nothing to prepare. I have firecrackers here, just set off two. If you feel shabby, I will ask Ping Guang to find the gongs and drums players."

"Go buy some more fireworks."

"If it's not necessary, we old guys can go up the mountain with hoes in half an afternoon."

After thinking for a moment, Lin Yu shook his head and finally made a decision.

The old man has been in trouble all his life and doesn't care much about this.

As long as you can come back.

Seeing his appearance, Lin Xingwang patted his butt and stood up, and said to Uncle Qian Niu: "Pingguang, your legs and feet are numb, go for a run."

"Just say that Mr. Lin is back home!"

"Okay!" Mr. Qianniu nodded vigorously, turned around, and ran towards the depths of the village where about twenty households lived.

As for Lin Xingwang, he turned around and walked through the canteen and walked into the depths of the room.

After a while, he came out with a ball of white cloth and a lot of twine.

Using scissors, he opened the white cloth and carefully wrapped it around Lin Yu's head:

"Here, let me prick it for you."

People in the village slowly gathered in front of the canteen. Ten minutes later, Xiaopa tied up.

Lin Xingwang took out a bunch of firecrackers from the counter, lit them, and threw them into the sky.

"Sangong Lin is back home!"