When Weiran walked out of Pingquan High-speed Railway Station, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon of the next day.

Although the homes of Chen Qi and Zhao Shengli were both within the boundaries of Hebei Province, there was a large capital city between them. In order to rush over as quickly as possible, he had no choice but to rush back to the capital to return the car to Chen Guangling, and then live there again.

After one night, I got on the high-speed train heading here.

Standing in the square in front of the high-speed rail station, Wei Ran looked around. At the end of his sight were the rolling mountains. A little closer, he could also see the city's buildings. As for what he saw in front of him, it was no different from other cities. He was holding a playing card.

The unlicensed car drivers who solicit customers are more enthusiastic than the other.

Wei Ran randomly found a driver who looked about the same age as himself. Wei Ran took out his cigarette case and handed the driver a cigarette.

"Hey! Hua Zi! Where are you going, brother?" The young driver took the cigarette and put it in his ear, his attitude becoming more and more enthusiastic.

"Can I go to this address?" Wei Ran handed the other party a piece of paper with the address written on it.

The driver took the note and looked at it, "I can go! This place is not very close, it must be more than 20 kilometers away."

"How about I rent your car and not take anyone with me?" Weiran took out another cigarette and handed it to the other party, then took out the kerosene lighter he got from the desert and helped him light it, "Or I can rent it all day long.

OK."

"Let's go! Brother, let's get in the car first!"

The young driver was afraid that someone else would steal such a big deal, so he enthusiastically helped Wei Ran carry the suitcase full of gifts and walked to the roadside in the distance.

Seeing this, Wei Ran did not refuse and followed him into a van with peace of mind.

The young driver first put the luggage into the car, then took out a bottle of cold mineral water from the foam box and handed it to Wei Ran. Then he tentatively said, "Brother, if you charter a car to go to that address, how about 220?"

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"What if I rent your car for the whole day?" Wei Ran asked with great interest.

"400!" The young driver gritted his teeth and said, "As long as we don't leave Pingquan, 400 a day is fine, but the gas money..."

"800, you have to figure out how to pay for gas." Wei Ran got into the car as he spoke, "If there's no problem, just drive!"

"No problem! No problem!"

The young driver immediately opened the cab door and said happily, "For this price, even if you want to go to the capital to see the flag raising, I will take you there!"

"No, just don't abandon me halfway." Wei Ran reminded with a grin.

"That's not possible! That's still a human being!"

The young driver had already started the engine while talking, and then handed Weiran a business card, "If you need a car in Pingquan in the future, call me. I'm taking advantage of you this time. Next time you use the car, just 500 a day."

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"Liu Yanghe?" Wei Ran looked at the name on the business card and couldn't help but asked with a smile, "This name is interesting."

The young driver said helplessly, "My father and mother are very obsessed with Li Guyi, so they gave me such a name."

"That's a pretty good name." Wei Ran didn't joke about the other person's name, but instead talked about this city that he had never been to.

It can be seen that this black driver, who is about the same age as himself, is extremely familiar with his hometown. Along the way, from the birthplace of Khitan to their local special mutton soup, and even various local legends, he kept talking all the way.

With such a chatty driver, time flew by quickly. The scenery outside the car window also changed from the city to the mountains.

Finally, when the van crossed an old-looking bridge and then passed through a tunnel that was only a few dozen meters long, a small village surrounded by mountains appeared directly in front of it.

"Brother, this is the village, where to go next?" the driver Liu Yanghe asked, slightly reducing the speed of the car.

"Let's go to the village first"

Wei Ran thought for a while and continued, "When we enter the village later, please help us ask where an old man named Zhao Shengli is."

"Okay!" The driver agreed happily and increased the speed again.

As he got closer, Wei Ran gradually noticed that there were many fruit trees planted around the village, and at the end of the village, he could also see the signboard of a fruit canning factory.

When the car drove into the village, the driver Liu Yanghe stepped on the brakes, took a cigarette and met an old man who was playing chess at the door. After asking, he immediately got into the car and started to turn around. At the same time, he did not forget to explain, "

We've been there, the old man you're looking for is their old local branch secretary, his home is opposite the cannery at the entrance of the village, and next to the village committee compound."

Hearing this, Wei Ran didn't say anything. He happily took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code to pay the agreed fare first. "You have to wait for me later, maybe I have to go back at night."

"Okay, it won't be a problem just waiting until night."

Liu Yanghe shook his phone and said, "I may find a place to have a meal in this village later. I won't drive away, so just call me when you find me."

The two made an agreement, and the car stopped at the entrance of a farmyard opposite the cannery.

This farmyard is much larger than Chen Qi's yard, and the door is clean and tidy. You can even see a leafy hawthorn tree through the large open iron gate.

There is another courtyard immediately behind this courtyard, and the village committee's signboard is hung on both sides of the open door.

Taking a long breath, Wei Ran opened the car door, pulled the suitcase full of gifts and walked to the entrance of the courtyard. However, before he knocked on the big red iron door, he heard a loud and powerful voice inside.

He criticized, "You worthless guy, why are your ideological consciousness so low! What age are you in? Why do you still beat your wife? Then women can hold up half the sky! Tell me about you! What else can you do besides talking back?

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"I..."

Wei Ran couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He didn't even need to look. Just from that voice and those words, he knew that the Zhao Shengli he was looking for must be in this courtyard!

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Not in a hurry to go in or knock on the door, Wei Ran simply took a few steps back, sat on the suitcase and listened to the excitement with interest.

From the angry scolding, Wei Ran also got a general idea. The general idea was that a man beat his wife because of drinking. The wife was wronged and went to the old party secretary. The old party secretary then took the beating.

He was called over to criticize and try to persuade him to make peace. But in the end, the old branch secretary asked the domestic violence man to write a confession and a letter of guarantee as a punishment, which made him want to laugh.

After a while, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties walked out of the yard with a frustrated look. Behind him, there was a middle-aged woman with a slap mark on her face, but

Looking at her happy face and her revengeful expression, one could tell that someone had clearly made the decision for her just now.

Behind the couple, a short, skinny old man, dragging a cane, limped after him and shouted angrily, "Liu Laosan, write your review before dark."

It’s over, 500 words, not even a single gesture! Let your wife sign it before sending it over.”

"What? 500 words? Do you still need to sign?" The expression on the middle-aged man's face became more and more aggrieved.

"It's okay if you don't want to write."

The limping old man laughed and said, "Let your wife write it! After you finish writing it, while waiting for dinner, you go to the village committee and use the loudspeaker to recite it to everyone!"

"I'd better write it myself"

The middle-aged man glanced at his wife, and with a grimace, he got on the electric tricycle on the side of the road. He waited for his wife to get on and sit down, and then he drove into the village without a trace.

"Why haven't I seen this young man like you?" The old man on crutches looked at Wei Ran, who had a dull expression next to him, "Whose girl are you talking about as friends?"

"You...are you...Zhao Shengli...the old man?"

Wei Ran couldn't help but look at the other person's left leg, which was obviously missing the sole of his foot. He endured the panic in his heart and stammered, "Where's your... Where's your foot? Where's your foot?"

"Young! Do you still know me?"

Zhao Shengli shook his left leg and said with a careless smile, "My feet are gone a long time ago, hey?! You have such teeth, why are you crying? Did I scare you?"

"No! No!" Wei Ran wiped the corners of his eyes carelessly, "Mr. Zhao, I...can I go to your house for a drink?"

"Well, it's a good time to catch up. I've just made some tea! Come in quickly!"

Zhao Shengli greeted him enthusiastically, and did not continue to ask about Wei Ran's origins. Instead, he was concerned about other questions, "My child, have you encountered any difficulties? Have you eaten? Where do you live? Talk to grandpa.

, let me see how I can help you."

“I didn’t encounter any difficulties”

As Wei Ran said this, he felt more and more uncomfortable in his heart. He never expected that the scout who once ran over mountains and ridges so hard that he couldn't catch up even if he vomited blood would now...

"Then he must be tired."

Zhao Shengli greeted Wei Ran into the yard and then into the house, took out a clean white porcelain cup, poured a bowl of warm hawthorn leaf tea and said enthusiastically, "Drink some water and rest! Come to my place.

Just like when you go to your own home, if you are hungry, just tell grandpa that when my old lady comes back, I will cook you something to eat."

Wei Ran opened his mouth, held back what he said and looked around. The room was very simple, but also very clean. The only decoration was a map of China that occupied half of the wall.

A slightly smaller portrait of the chairman, and there are still several photo frames hanging on the remaining walls.

In those photo frames, apart from the photos of him, Chen Qi, Squad Leader Lin and others, the most eye-catching thing was a colorful photo of more than a dozen people.

In this group photo, the elderly Zhao Shengli and a rich old lady are sitting on chairs side by side. There are several middle-aged people and a few young people standing around. Zhao Shengli and the old lady are holding each other in their arms.

There were two small babies. On both sides of them, there were several half-grown children.

"Old man, I..." Wei Ran paused, "Do you remember Chen Qi? Hygienist Chen Qi."

"Clang!"

The enamel tea jar in Zhao Shengli's hand fell to the ground, and the warm tea and a few brown hawthorn leaves splashed out, pouring on Wei Ran's shoes and getting Zhao Shengli's empty trousers wet.

"Are you Chen Qi's grandson?" Zhao Shengli asked in surprise.

"No" Wei Ran bent down and picked up the enamel pole, "I have no blood relationship with him, I..."

"Is he okay?" Zhao Shengli asked. Seeing Wei Ran fell silent, he couldn't help but ask, "He..."

"Mr. Chen is still alive."

Wei Ran came back to his senses, fearing that the other party would misunderstand, so he quickly explained, "He has a son named Chen Kaixuan. The old man said that you gave him the name."
To be continued...