"It's me, it's me. I didn't expect you still remember me, Doctor Yang."

"How could I forget? That year I went up the mountain and encountered a rainstorm. If you hadn't helped me, I would have lost the basket of medicine I carried."

"Oh, it happened a while ago. I didn't expect you could still remember it."

"Remember, remember, I remember every detail of this place. Oh, by the way, why are you here?"

"Oh, I was just passing by the farm and wanted to make a phone call. My little grandson has been feeling unwell these past few days, and I wanted my son and his family to come back, in case they delay things further."

Someone nearby said, "Isn't it Doctor Yang who is here? Why don't you bring your grandson over to have a look?"

Wu Laoliu looked at Yang Jiancheng and said, "Doctor Yang, is this ok?"

Yang Jiancheng smiled and said, "Sure, why not? Bring the child here and I'll take a look."

"Thank you so much, Doctor Yang."

Wu Laoliu thanked him and said to Director Zhang, "Director Zhang, I still have to make a call. Now that I'm here, I have to tell my son."

"Okay, let Xiao Jiang take you to the next door to play."

Yang Jiancheng didn't stay in the house for long before he suggested going out for a walk.

Luo Qiao asked him to take two heart-protecting pills in advance, and then they went out together. The ground outside was still covered with white snow that had fallen before the New Year.

Yang Jiancheng looked at the place that once seemed familiar to him, and his eyes became moist.

He murmured, "It's the same as in the dream, still the same."

Going up this slope, we entered the forest. At that time, I would go into the mountains to collect herbs every three days. Sometimes my wife would follow me, and later, Luo Qiao, my little tail, would follow behind me.

I still remember that she was a small person carrying a backpack that was no smaller than her. It was both funny and heartbreaking to see her, so I asked someone to make a small backpack for her.

Several children followed the adults and listened carefully to the stories of their mothers when they were young. Yanyan started crying as she listened: "Mom, I didn't know you had such a hard time when you were young."

Luo Qiao hugged her daughter and said, "It's okay, actually. I'll take you to pay respect to Grandma Luo who raised me this afternoon. She was a kind old lady. Without her, there would be no mother."

When they came back, the meal was ready. People from the farm came to help cook it, and they even asked some elderly people who still lived on the farm to come and cook for them.

The old people were very excited to see each other again. They were all old, so after three glasses of wine, they replaced alcohol with beverages. Recalling the past, they had endless things to say, and later they started to cry while laughing.

Because they talked about the people they used to be together with, many of them have passed away, and when they looked at those who are still alive, they all have gray hair, and they are afraid that this meeting will be the last time they see each other.

Later, Lu Yichen changed the topic and asked everyone to talk about something happy. It took a while before the atmosphere became lively.

After dinner, many people came with their children to wish each other a happy new year. Luo Qiao prepared a lot of red envelopes in advance, each containing 20 yuan, not too much, just for good luck.

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Afterwards, after asking the farm manager Zhang, Luo Qiao learned that there were only 26 households on the farm. Luo Qiao asked people to help move their belongings down, giving each family two copies.

After unloading beef, mutton, pork, shrimp, crab, strawberries, and two kinds of cakes from Beijing, Director Zhang looked at the things and said, "Isn't this a bit too much?"

(End of this chapter)