I have a room in Huangquan

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The eldest grandson, Wang Ji, was seriously injured.

Even if the injury is cured, the root cause of the disease is probably indispensable.

Dafang has lost three generations of descendants, and the descendants of the other families are also dead and maimed.

There is also Wang Qi from Qifang, who has also disappeared, and there is no news so far.

The entire Wang family was shrouded in grief.

It is said that after hearing the news, the old lady of the Wang family sat alone in the study and did not eat for two whole days.

Even if the heart is like a rock, even if such a result was expected early.

But when this day comes, the feeling in the old man's heart is like a knife cut, it's all his grandson.

What's more, my son who was not up to expectations, the sowing maniac of the Wang family is no longer there.

Among the three generations of Wang family's descendants, one died and one was missing.

How could he not feel distressed.

But two days later, after everyone worried about the old man's health for two days.

The old man has regained his strength and readjusted the family's resource ratio list.

At the same time, the third room and the second room with a small number of people were merged together.

Part of the Qifang, which has a large number of people, was dismantled and divided under the names of Dafang and Sifang.

As much as possible to ensure that resources are evenly distributed.

At this time, the old man of the Wang family was sitting in the yard, looking at the stars in the sky above him, as if he was also waiting for the fireworks in the early morning.

"Master, Master Wang Zhao has gone out."

At this moment, the housekeeper stepped forward and whispered in Old Mrs. Wang's ear.

"out!"

The butler nodded.

"Yes, he brought a lot of things. The guard said that there are still a few soldiers waiting for him outside the door. It seems that Master Wang Zhao does not plan to celebrate the New Year at home this year."

Listening to the butler's words, the old man of the Wang family's face was slightly wrinkled, and under his frosty white hair, there was a bit of appreciation in his eyes.

Instead of asking about Wang Zhao's whereabouts, he asked the housekeeper, "Do you think there has been any change since Xiao Zhao came back?"

"this"

The housekeeper couldn't make up his mind what the old man meant, and after a moment of contemplation, he said: "I'm mature, and I have my own ideas."

This answer made Mr. Wang smile for a moment.

I sighed in my heart: "It's not just mature!"

Smiling, he closed his eyes slightly, concentrating on raising his energy.

The butler stood aside, looking at the slightly rising and falling chest of Mr. Wang, and only after making sure that Mr. Wang was just asleep, did he dare to leave the courtyard in a low voice.

Where did Wang Zhao go?

Actually not far.

It's in the Danghe District of S city, near the intersection of Xinjie in the old city.

Several soldiers followed behind Wang Zhao.

Wang Zhao glanced at the copied address in his hand, and after confirming that there was no mistake, he led the people into the alley in front of him.

The end of the year is approaching, bright red lanterns are hung at the door of every house, and brand-new couplets are posted.

But the only one in the deepest part of the alley.

The door was locked, and there was nothing on the door.

Through the crack of the door, one can vaguely see the faint lights in the house, confirming that someone is still living here.

But on the contrary, it gives people a feeling of lifelessness.

In the room, a lamp was shining dimly.

Two old people, sitting on the sofa, said nothing, looked lifeless, even their eyes were full of sadness.

The wife occasionally glanced at the black-and-white photos hanging on the wall, and wiped the teardrops from the corners of her eyes with wrinkled hands, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Accompanied by a sudden knock on the door.

There was silence in the room.

But neither the old man nor the old lady moved, as if they hadn't heard anything.

The clock on the wall rattled.

It seemed to be the only source of sound in the room already.

"boom blah blah"

At this time, there was another knock on the door, and the sound was obviously much louder than before.

The old lady frowned, and looked up at her wife beside her, but seeing that his expression remained unchanged, she finally sighed, stood up and walked out of the room.

Immediately after the door of the house was opened, a thin figure stepped out.

"Who is it!"

The old man carefully looked out through the crack of the door, but under the dim light outside the door, he could only see a few people standing there neatly.

I want to take a closer look, but my old eyes are dim and I can't see clearly.

"it's me!"

At this time, a loud voice came from outside the door, but it made the old man's hand tremble slightly.

Taking a deep breath, he gently opened the door.

"buzz"

As the gap in the door was slowly pushed open, the old man's cloudy eyes gradually shone with a luster of charm, and he looked at the young men in military uniforms in front of him, just as he was about to speak.

But Wang Zhao took a step back, stood with several soldiers behind him, and shouted in unison: "Mom, I'm back to eat dumplings!"

The voice was as loud as a bell.

But it was more like a ray of sunshine, shining fiercely into the cold heart of the old man.

Neighbors in the neighborhood heard the movement, and opened the gates one after another, and under the lights of each house.

I saw Wang Zhao and several soldiers standing on the heavy snow.

Facing in front of him, Lao Pan's family shouted again: "Mom, we are back! We are brothers of Pan Key, and you are our mother. We are back to accompany you to celebrate the New Year!"

Saying the salute in unison, the old woman's eye sockets became moist in an instant.

"No, children, come on, come on in!"

As she spoke, the old woman hurriedly turned her head and shouted to her wife in the room: "Hurry up, old man, the children are back!"

The old woman held back the tears in her eyes and beckoned her wife to come out quickly.

Uneasy, he wiped his hands on the apron, and saw that there was not even a couplet at the door of his house, let alone dumplings.

It's not easy to speak when you are nervous for a while: "Your family hasn't had time to cook yet"

"Mom, it's okay, let's come!" Wang Zhao stretched out his hand to support the old woman's hand, and waved: "Work!"

Immediately, the soldiers behind immediately began to take out the couplets, lanterns, flour, pork and other materials that they had prepared.

Get busy.

Not long after, two bright red lanterns were hung in front of the gate of Pan's house.

The beaming couplets have been posted neatly.

The gates were thrown open and the yard lights were turned on.

You can see the figures of several people busy in the room, as well as the sound of singing and laughing from time to time.

Not long after, I heard a shout from the kitchen: "Dumplings are ready!"

The aroma of dumplings permeated the air.

As the hour hand on the clock fell exactly above 12 o'clock, a clear and powerful bell sounded.

There was a "squeak" in the sky.

A firework exploded in the sky with a "boom".

"Squeak! Boom!!"

Looking at the brilliant fireworks exploding in the sky.

On the port of the pier.

The old man at the wonton booth gradually raised his head following the fireworks.

Looking forward to the colorful sparks in the sky, I can't help but look back at the cart and the black and white photos placed in the hood.

The only difference is that in the past, there were only photos of his wife here.

Today, besides his wife, there are two photos of him.

One is the eldest and the other is the fourth.

"Look, we won, we won"

As the old man spoke, he suddenly felt his nose sore.

But at this moment, at the table that was empty, two figures appeared at some point.

The two sat on chairs, their bodies covered by black robes: "Grandpa, two bowls of wonton, one bowl without chopped green onion!"

The old man was taken aback for a while, then nodded slowly.

Start to lift the lid of the pot, and put down the wontons.

"Master, it's so late, why don't you go back?"

A concerned voice came from under the cloak.

"I'm alone when I go back. My family is all here. It's nice to watch the fireworks with them."

While the old man was talking, his gaze was always glancing at the person who didn’t want chopped green onions from time to time, and asked back: “What about you, it’s so late, why don’t you come here to eat wontons instead of having a New Year’s Eve dinner at home?”

"It looks more beautiful here!"

The cloak was pulled open to reveal Ding Xiaoyi's face, pointing to the fireworks blooming above his head, he smiled at the old man.

And the other person beside him also pulled off the cloak on his head.

But what was revealed was a strange face, which made the old man stunned for a moment, and finally nodded with a wry smile: "Yes, you can see it more clearly from here."

The three of them raised their heads and looked at the fireworks one after another above their heads. Under the extremely brilliant brilliance, they gradually dimmed.

There were faint smiles on their faces.

It's just that when the fireworks were extinguished, the old man was taken aback suddenly, and found that Ding Xiaoyi and the two had left without knowing when.

It made him scratch his head and look back at the black and white photo in the hood.

"Old man, really old man. I don't know when he will leave. Wait a minute. It seems that I will go to accompany you soon."

After finishing speaking, the old man began to pack up the dishes.

But at this time, he was surprised to find that it was next to the bowl, that is, the guy who didn't want chopped green onions.

There was actually a glass bottle left.

When he saw the small light blue pill in the glass bottle, the old man's face suddenly changed, and he jumped to the top of the telegraph pole in front of him, looking around.

What disappointed him was that no matter how carefully he searched, he still couldn't see the shadows of the two just now.

"Is that you? Fourth brother!!"

Looking at the glass bottle in his hand, the old man had a strong intuition, but after searching around quickly, he had no choice but to give up and continue searching.

I could only silently put away the glass bottle, looked at the black and white photo of old man Chen in the hood, and thought, "Maybe this is also a kind of reunion!"