"Not so good. If you weren't smart and careful, you wouldn't be able to get through to your father."
"Look, it's true that one rice raises a hundred kinds of people. They are all your own children, so why would you bully one of them? Aren't they the ones who came out of their bellies?"
"It's hard to say. There have been many cases of mistaking babies before, and there have also been many soldiers passing through who placed their babies with fellow villagers. Maybe that couple was one of them."
"If this person doesn't resist himself, his life will definitely be difficult. I think they have their own reasons." Just like herself, if she didn't have her own ideas, who knows where she would be now, and it's hard to say whether she could survive and grow up.
"You're right. Being too honest is cowardly. If you don't fight for it yourself, no one's help will help you."
"Then, if someone like this comes here, won't it bring trouble to the family?"
For example, if you suddenly remember that they are your own parents, and they are living a good life, and you think of sending them a letter, then trouble will definitely come to your door. You have two elderly people at home, and what should you do if they are implicated?
"I don't think so. Their son is a man of his own ideas."
"Let's take a look first. We can't compromise. No one is more important than your safety. I have to tell my dad about this in advance. Helping others is a good thing, but we can't let ourselves get into trouble."
The old couple looked at each other. They didn't really think much about it. They just thought that the man was honest and wouldn't have any bad intentions. They didn't think of anything else. However, what their granddaughter said was right. It's okay to help, but there is no need to bring trouble or danger.
"Okay, then you can call your dad and talk to him."
"Eat quickly. You've been tired all afternoon. After eating, wash up and go to bed early. Aren't you going to school tomorrow?"
"Not for now. I'll officially graduate after my graduation defense. I'm terribly bored right now."
"Then have a good rest. Didn't you say you wanted to go out for a walk after graduation? You need to be well rested so you have the energy to go out, right?"
"Well, grandpa, grandma, do you want to go out for a walk with me?"
My grandparents are still in good health. Grandpa Luo has been helping them take care of their health since a few years ago. At least they are much healthier than their peers.
The old couple looked at each other and said, "If it's nearby, we'll go for a walk with you. If the distance is too far, we won't go. Following you would only become a burden to you."
"Don't worry, just follow your heart. Your grandmother and I will take care of things at home for you. You don't have to worry about anything at home."
The old couple think that what their granddaughter wants to do is very good, but it is really difficult. Not everyone will be grateful for your help, and may even treat you as a sucker.
But they support it. Every young person has his or her own ideals. It is much better than those who do nothing and cause trouble all day long.
Chen Ye took a deep breath silently and suppressed the bitterness in his heart. This is what a true relative is. They will always consider you first in everything.
She nodded a little flusteredly: "Okay."
With just this nod, Chen Ye did this thing for the rest of his life.
A child who grew up in poverty and had no relatives to rely on, grew up step by step, had friends, relatives, and a career that he wanted to devote his life to.
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In an ancient and solemn courtyard, under the thickest osmanthus tree in the yard, there is a rocking chair stained with traces of time, and an old lady with gray hair is lying on it.
The old lady was thin, with rough skin and wrinkles all over her face. At first glance, one would have thought she was an old lady from the countryside living in poverty.
But if you look closely, you will find the difference. Although the old man looks a little weathered, his eyes are exceptionally bright.
Just one glance and you will feel that this is a wise old man. His eyes seem to be able to see through everything, letting all your little thoughts be exposed in his eyes.
The old man was dressed in ordinary clothes, no different from ordinary old people on the street. His facial features were somewhat heroic, and his posture was particularly upright when he stood, as if he must have been a soldier, with that kind of heroic energy all over his body.
A breeze blew by, and the osmanthus petals that were crowded together on the branches seemed unable to bear the overly crowded environment. They scrambled to escape from the branches and fell on the old man who was taking a rest under the tree with the breeze.
A woman in her fifties walked in and saw that the old man had closed his eyes and was taking a nap. She quietly took out a small blanket from a room on the side and gently covered the old man with it.
His eyes were filled with admiration and respect for the old man, as if the person lying there taking a nap was not an ordinary old man, but a great immortal who was admired by everyone.
Hearing the voices coming from the outer courtyard, the woman quickly lowered her footsteps and walked towards the outer courtyard.
Really, the old lady just closed her eyes to rest, why did she make such a big noise? Didn’t I say that the old lady likes quietness and doesn’t want to be disturbed?
When the woman walked through the gate and reached the outer courtyard, she saw an energetic old man walking towards her with a cane. His steps were powerful and fast, and it was obvious that the cane was just a decoration.
The woman hurried to greet him: "Why are you here at this time?" From the tone of her voice, it was clear that she was quite familiar with the old man, and she was not very polite.
The old man tapped the ground with his cane and said in a resounding voice, "What? I can't come to my sister's house?"
The woman quickly glanced behind her and said, "Can't you speak a little more quietly?"
The old man quickly retracted his arrogant attitude and asked in a low voice: "My sister is resting?" As he said that, he glanced at the sun in the sky. Why is she still sleeping at this time?
"Yes, the old lady has been feeling down lately and has been taking a nap from time to time. But she did mention you several times, saying that she hadn't seen you for a while."
The old man, who could be considered handsome even when he was old, had a worried look on his face. His sister was four years younger than him, so how come she was aging faster than him?
"She said she's been working too hard these years and she's worried about finding someone to look after her pile. Look, she's exhausted, right?"
The old man sighed, his worry growing even more intense. No, he had to call his eldest brother and the others when he got back, and ask them to come over and see his younger sister. He always had a bad feeling.
The old man is the old Cen Zixiang. Cen Zixiang has always paid attention to his image throughout his life, and he is still very charming even when he is old.
When I was 32 years old, I met my true love. I never murmured "Long live single life" again. I wanted to be his wife forever. If I couldn't see her for a while, I would start looking for someone else. It is commonly known as belated love brain.
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