Zhou Daen was filled with emotion when he recalled the appearance of Qinhuai Street at that time.

I never expected it, I really never expected it.

It has really changed a lot. Originally there were no buildings, only bungalows, but the roads in this small place are as well built as those in the city!

The primary school is brand new, and many children in Qinhuai Street can go to school. Students studying outside are also excited to see their hometown getting better, and they send books back to the school one after another.

"Your father liked to tinker with machines in his early years, such as assembling excavators and cranes..."

"But he stopped after 1981 and focused on helping Qinhuai Street contact resources, trying to bring in teachers, going out to hang out, and bringing new knowledge to Qinhuai Street after returning. But I didn't see him do those hobbies anymore."

"Until your sister was born, he opened a repair shop to earn money to support his family and buy nutritious things and beautiful new clothes for your sister. Most of his energy is still focused on Qinhuai Street. Maybe you don't quite understand the change if I say this, you will understand if I tell you some data..."

When your father and I were born in the 1950s, the population of Qinhuai Street was probably tens of thousands according to the census. At that time, there were only a few classes in the classroom building of the elementary school where we studied, and the population of those classes was only 20 to 30 people.

As time went by, the number of people became smaller and smaller, because everyone went to work on the farm.

In the 1970s, the situation improved. The number of people going to school doubled, and classes were established.

In the 1980s, elementary schools were built, and more than 90% of the children in Qinhuai Street had schools to go to.

It sounds like nothing big.

But in that era, the only place in Qinshi that could achieve such data was Qinhuai Street, and it was greatly praised and rewarded by the leaders for this!

For someone like Meng Yu who grew up in the city, it was clear how beautiful this data was.

She went to see Qin Hongfei in shock.

Qin Hongfei was also surprised, but it was just an accident.

A small person with great feelings.

But after he left, everything was gone.

She didn't feel any passion, but only sadness for

ending up like this. Especially Ms. Xia Lu, how did she go through this period of time after her husband disappeared?

The more Zhou Daen praised, the colder Qin Hongfei felt. Dad had given so much to Qin Huaijie. Yes, it was great, but if you look at it from your mother's perspective, all those things seemed to be wiped out when her husband disappeared. No one remembered the kindness, no one remembered the feelings, and what was left was countless criticism and condemnation. How did Ms. Xia Lu get through this torment?

She would rather her father was a worthless person, so he ended up like this.

But Dad did so many things, but the result was so ridiculous.

She looked at Qin Wanwan, the fifth room really deserved to die.

Qin Wanwan felt a chill in her heart. Thinking of what her mother did to her aunt, she had a hunch that Qin Hongfei would not let her mother go.

Zhou Daren has come back and said, "No wonder Grandpa insisted on going to Qinhuai Street."

Qin Yun was puzzled. "When Grandpa Zhou went to Qinhuai Street, he was very energetic and didn't look like he had senile dementia. How come..."

Zhou Daren was a little helpless and didn't want to tell them. "I was sick before, but Grandpa wouldn't let me talk about it, and he wouldn't admit it."

The old man is old, how could he withstand long-distance driving?

After going back and forth, his body couldn't bear it and he fell seriously ill. After recovering, he became even more forgetful.

An old man of this age is like a child, changing every year.

Children grow fast, but the elderly age obviously.

Zhou Daen said, "When people get old, they tend to recall the past. Even though your grandfather came to Qin City, he always missed the people and things on Qinhuai Street. In the early years, it was fine. He was in good health and could often go there to visit. Later, he got older and his legs and feet were not smooth. He could not run anymore and could only communicate by phone."

He only knew a few words from the phone, so he had no idea about the situation of the old Qin family.

As for Zhou Daen...

anyway, he remembered the kindness and the feelings, but not as deeply as the old man.

After all, Jiang Ke had been gone for seven or eight years. He went back at the beginning, but gradually stopped going back. After all, he had fewer opportunities to meet since he left seven or eight years ago. Although they could still be the same when they met, it would be a bit false to say how deep their feelings were.

He felt a little embarrassed when he said this.

Qin Hongfei was calm.

It's normal. People's feelings will fade without contact.

Otherwise, Uncle Zhou would not have said that Qin Jiangke is a rare good man. How can he not be rare if he is so good?

"Uncle Zhou, you said that you have lived here since you came to Qin City in 1978." Qin Hongfei said, "Then did my father come here to find you in 1991? Or before or after."

"1991?" Zhou Daen understood what she meant, "He didn't come to see you that year your father had the accident, but we communicated."

"I remember that it seemed that your uncle had a work problem at that time, and he had to go to Central City to deal with it. As a result, he came to Qin City. He has a warm personality. Wherever he goes, he will come to sit with acquaintances. In the past, when he came to Qin City, he would come to reminisce with me no matter where he was. But that time, he didn't come, he just called to say hello."

"In that phone call, he seemed to be with someone else." Zhou Daen recalled that time. He didn't think it was strange at that time, but now he felt something was wrong. "And it should be an acquaintance. I vaguely heard someone shouting in dialect, but I didn't understand it." He was a little embarrassed.

"It doesn't matter. What kind of dialect is it?" Qin Hongfei asked curiously.

"Hou Langzi?..." Zhou Daen said hesitantly, "It's not the local dialect of Qin City. After your father got into trouble, I also asked my friend in the police station about this dialect, but I didn't get anything out of it." He was helpless: "It may not be Hou Langzi, but Huo Langge, which means a hole in the Jiang'an dialect. It may even be Hou Lange, which means someone is urging your father to get better."

"Dad, you are too unreliable." Zhou Daren couldn't help but say.

"..." Zhou Daen was also helpless. Can I blame him?

It was just a phone call, who could have thought that something like that would happen later? No one could have thought of it.

"It could just be a casual remark, not necessarily related to your father's disappearance." Zhou Daen said.

He felt that Qin Jiangke was such a good person, who would want to harm him?

Missing, probably really got involved in that case, just had an accident.

Qin Hongfei nodded indifferently, it is not necessarily related, and this dialect, she read it again in more than a dozen dialects, the meaning is different, but the related clues seem to be useless, anyway, she wrote it down first.