Dinner was eaten at the village chief’s house.

This village originally had a population of more than a dozen households, all of whom were acquainted with each other, and because of Zhuang Qing, almost all of them were planting basic stabilizer extraction plants. The relationship with the Song family is naturally very close and looks different.

There are still two off-road vehicles bought back in the garage. Father Song did not specifically remind them to help take care of them. Obviously, the village chief and them all thought of it. Not only is the house tidy and tidy, but even the vehicles are regularly maintained. And maintenance.

Touching the car more than 20 years ago, several alphas in five places whispered.

"This is out of print, right."

"It is now treasured by enthusiasts, the best off-road performance back then."

"These two cars are so handsome, you can drive without asking, I hope you can sit for a while in these two days."

Find the key from the house, change the battery, press start, and the vehicle makes a long-lost start sound.

Father Song handed the key to the four A's in five places, "You drive this car and follow our car to the village chief's house."

Alpha was flattered and took the key, and couldn't help but shocked: "Ms. Song, are you also a car enthusiast?"

"I?"

Seeing the other person's expression and realizing what was misunderstood, Father Song waved his hand and smiled.

"I'm not, I don't love these. These two cars were bought Qingqing. They can run on hills and grass."

When Father Song said that, Song Zhen remembered that her mother really likes to travel. Unless she is engaged in scientific research, she can't stay in one place.

When I got into the car, facing Song Zhen and Zhu Sui, Father Song recalled again.

"This one is for running on the ground. She likes to use the other one for mountain climbing. Around this village, most of them are planting. Which village’s strawberries are delicious and which village’s fish ponds are fat and big. She knows that we She couldn't be idle when she returned to her hometown. When Xiaozhen was a child, I went to the village chief's house and there was no one when she came back."

Song Zhen laughed, "Yes, once I went to the town to buy a kite. After we bought it, we watched the wind on the ridge and we were flying the kite. As a result, it seemed that I forgot to tell you that you found the end of the village from the head of the village."

Father Song also laughed, "No, the kite is still flying at home."

Zhu Sui heard his father and daughter talk about the triviality of life, and felt very warm and interesting inexplicably.

The village chief’s house is at the forefront, all the way through the village, such a stretch of road, several alphas in five places have a deep insight into the real living standards of contemporary villages.

"The sports car and the truck are parked together. This picture is really... simple."

"The houses here are all built by a designer, right? Why are they all so beautiful? They are not like self-built houses in the country."

It's not like self-built, but rather like small villas bought by rich people around the city.

There was a collective silence.

A small voice sighed, "I suddenly feel that the promising work of the National Security Bureau does not seem to be so rich anymore."

This sentence directly hit the inner world of the remaining three people, opening the chattering box.

"Yes, how many years have to work to buy a villa in Shanghai!"

"I still **** haze when I commute every day."

"It's often not possible to find a parking space when driving a small broken car of more than 100,000 yuan..."

"Miss Zhu and others can live well in Beijing and have face."

"No, reincarnation is a metaphysics."

Two cars with similar prices, no one can think of, one car is filled with the warmth of family, while the other car, the air is filled with the bitter tears of social animals!

The wife of the village chief prepared a large table of dishes. The meat is from pigs raised in the village next door. Without too much seasoning, the deliciousness of the ingredients attracts four or five Alphas, allowing everyone to add a bowl of rice to another.

Fragrant, there is no too much pesticides and fertilizers in the meat and vegetables, and it is really fragrant.

The village chief and Father Song were one year old. After eating, they drank a cup of tea in the village chief’s house. Song Zhen took Zhu Sui to the village chief’s garden to see the flowers they planted. The dusk was in harmony, and the sky soon became dark.

"Hey, that's it for today. It's really annoying. Fortunately, you have a meal. Otherwise, I haven't come back for a few years, and I don't know where to eat out at night."

"Well, it's still so polite."

"We also watched the TV. What Xiaozhen said was more or less understood. To be honest, if it weren't for Teacher Zhuang, the village wouldn't have developed so well, and we wouldn't be able to live in such a worry-free life. "The words were paused, and he stretched out his hand to pat Song Father, the village chief showed a warm smile on his face, "If you have anything you need these days, don't be embarrassed if you say it, cousin."

Father Song nodded.

When Song Zhen and Zhusui came back, they held a bunch of bouquets cut by the village chief’s wife, and asked them to bring them home to decorate.

When I returned home, I packed up the guest room on the first floor and shared it with the alphas in five places, the second floor where Song Zhen Song's father and Zhu Sui lived.

Under the clear moonlight, I changed the four-piece house that Song's father and himself lived in. Song was really funny: "It's all many years ago. My mother said that the traffic here is not good, and the house will be built after it is built. The materials were all kept in a vacuum before, but I didn't expect that they would be available for one day."

Patting the bed, Song Zhen looked at Zhu Sui and asked her, "Try it, are you used to it."

Zhu Sui pressed his hand, "It's good, no trouble, not so squeamish."

Zhu Sui didn't pay attention to this if he hadn't slept somewhere when he was on the mission.

Song Zhen smiled and nodded.

Zhu Sui looked out, saw no one in the corridor, and whispered, "I see Dad sitting on the small balcony, you..."

Song Zhen knew, "Yes, I'm going to find him."

"I want to tell him directly about what I said today."

Zhu Sui was taken aback for a while, and felt that it was not appropriate. At the same time, he felt that as long as the data told to Song Fuzhuang's teacher had been exchanged, it seemed very inappropriate at any time. For Song's father, this could not be a trivial matter.

Then he was relieved, "It's better to hit the sun if you choose a day, so let's go today."

After thinking about it for a moment, Zhu Sui got up, she took a coat from the closet and put it on after she had washed it, and said involuntarily, "I'll accompany you over there, you are alone, I don't worry."

Father Song's heart is not good. In case of irritation, Zhu Sui will perform CPR, but it is really impossible. He can also drive Song's father to the hospital at night.

But these bad thoughts only passed through his mind once, and Zhu Sui didn't say such bad words.

Song Zhen blinked, and then realized the profound meaning of Zhu Sui.

Reaching out, Song Zhen nodded while being held by Zhu Sui's stretched hand.

"Dad hasn't come back yet, where did he go?"

"Where else to go, naturally run to the tomb of the martyrs."

Zhuang Yi paused with his hands, looking at his teenage brother Zhuang Wenxing, and involuntarily stepped forward and pulled out the Mei Man he had just bought.

"What are you doing!" Zhuang Wenxing stretched out his hand to pull it back, almost a bit, but didn't grab it.

"What's the matter for you, answer it well, did you really go there again?"

"Really, you think I lied to you, what am I telling you for? Since Song Zhen's live broadcast, Dad hasn't been in the right mood. You don't know."

When he got up, he finally snatched his comics. Zhuang Wenxing patted the cover of the book and said, “It’s not that you and your mom told me. relation."

"By the way, auntie." Zhuang Wenxing became serious, "Someone came to see Dad in the afternoon."

"Who?"

"One said it was the deputy dean of the third hospital, the other said it was Dad’s friend. The deputy dean left when he heard that he was not at home. Dad, a friend I’ve never met, heard that Dad went to Aunt’s cemetery. , Should go with it."

Zhuang Yi felt that something was wrong and frowned, "Dad's friend you haven't met?"

"Yes, you rang the doorbell. There are photos on the smart cat's eyes. Look for yourself."

Zhuang Wenxing said so, Zhuang Yi really adjusted the picture, and when he saw the people coming, he gave another look.

The deputy dean knew that since the aunt’s accident, the relationship between the dealer and the Tong’s family was the same. Her dad was not serious about scientific research. Things didn't even step into this industry. Gradually, the dealer and the former colleagues of the third academy didn't have much contact.

Suddenly I found...Zhuang Yi transferred the photos to his mobile phone, ready to wait for Zhuang Yan to come back to show him.

Zhuang Yi also knew the other one, and was a little surprised when he recognized it.

He is the deputy political director of the three districts.

No, counting age, it should have retired, and now it should be said that he was once the deputy political director of the three districts, a high-level military official.

However, Zhuang Yan and the deputy director do not have much intersection.

Feeling something, Zhuang Yi also saved his photo, and prepared to mention it when his father came back.

After finishing up and just going back to the living room for a drink, Zhuang Wenxing finished reading the manga and figured out what was wrong. He wondered, "Didn't the aunt's ashes be in the martyrs' cemetery?"

In previous years, they went to tomb sweeping before and after the Qingming Festival. They went to the mountain with alpine rhododendrons. Aunt's tombstone was under a very beautiful rhododendron tree. Apart from pretending to be an appearance, their father seldom goes to the cemetery.

Zhuang Yi rolled his eyes, "You just realized it!"

"Ah? It's been two or three days, so I just ran over there when nothing happened. What's the situation?" Zhuang Wenxing scratched his head, "Even if you have something to tell aunt, shouldn't you drive to the mountains?"

Zhuang Wenxing was born late, when he was born, Zhuang Qing was no longer there, so he had no established concept of the relationship between their dad and aunt, but when his family occasionally mentioned Zhuang Qing and Song Zhen, he wondered why not. Come and go.

Zhuang Yi rolled his eyes again and ignored Zhuang Wenxing.

As for Dad's choice to go to the Martyrs Cemetery, she knew something in her heart.

Why don't you go to see Auntie at the real tomb in the mountain, isn't this, shameless!

It was so difficult to end at the beginning, but now... in short, given their dad's character, I am afraid that he can't hold back this face.

I don’t understand this with Zhuang Wenxing. As soon as he raised his head, looking at Zhuang Wenxing and still looking at himself, Zhuang Yi buttoned his cartoon on his head, and said disgustedly, "The kid should read the kid’s book!"

"Sister, I will be seventeen soon!"

"Hua, how fresh? Isn't it still underage?!"

"..."

Zhuang Yan exhaled, the sky was getting dark, and finally decided to leave the cemetery.

After registering at the door, the door guard knew him after coming in such a connection. Zhuang Yan greeted the door guard politely, turned around, and saw an acquaintance who had just walked towards him from the car.

Zhuang Yan recognized it for a while, and said in surprise: "Director?"

The visitor patted his clothes with a gentle smile, "I have retired, so I can't call it that way."

Realizing where they are currently standing, Zhuang Yan looked back at the cemetery and then at the former deputy political director of the third district, his sister's supporter, with a confused look on his face.

The visitors did not go around the circle and said bluntly, "I received internal news that after Song Zhen published the results of the disordered study, the Supreme Court was forced by the state to pressure and set out to re-investigate the case of Zhuang Qing's victimization that year."

"Lao Song went to a district, I was worried about calling, thinking about it, I still have to talk about it face-to-face."

"Originally, there were some things that I had already decided not to mention under the hurried handling back then, but now Alpha's old case is seeing a turnaround..."

Take a long breath, "Ayan, I want to tell you something about your sister."

After Song Zhen finished speaking, Father Song was emotionally unable to breathe well. Song Zhen patted Father Song on the back. Zhu Sui hurried in with water and took the medicine to treat the heart again. Neither Song Zhen nor Zhu Sui dared to be here. Speaking at the gate, I was afraid that Song Father would be stimulated again.

After more than ten minutes, seeing Father Song's breathing gradually calmed down, Song Zhen took some of the quick-acting medicine.

Just about to take it out, Zhu Sui took his hand and whispered softly, "I'll come, sister, you can stay with Dad here."

When Zhu Sui returned to the small balcony, Father Song covered his face with his hands, and said with excitement, "How could this happen, how could this happen..."

Song Zhen and Zhu Sui looked at each other, licked their lips, and finally tentatively spoke.

"Dad, do you know that those employees who did not belong to the central laboratory were eligible to enter the central laboratory?"

Father Song raised his head, his eyes were red, after thinking about it, he slowly shook his head.

"I'm not doing cutting-edge scientific research. Besides, Qing Qing and Zhuang Yan had an unpleasant quarrel because of my business. Zhuang Yan forbade her to transfer me to an important post. At the same time, the dealers except Xiao Jing , She was retaliatory to exclude all of them from the center circle."

"The one who understands the composition of the central laboratory best, apart from Qingqing, should be Xiao Jing..."

Talking.

Not knowing what he thought of, Father Song's eyes slowly focused, and he said confidently, "I don't know, but there is someone who knows for sure."

The doorbell rang, and Zhuang Yi was on vacation at home, and said to the door, "Here."

Put down the tablet and feel wrong while walking.

Aren’t all the family members at home?

This is the guest?

Thinking of the two mentioned by Zhuang Wenxing yesterday, Zhuang Yi naturally felt that one of them was here, and he didn't even want to open the door.

The door opened and Zhuang Yi was stunned when he saw the person clearly.

"Big, big uncle?"

Father Song was about to nod his head. Someone behind Zhuang Yi came over with a newspaper and asked Zhuang Yi, "Who?"

Zhuang Yi's throat seemed to be stuck in something, unable to speak, his mind was blank, and he took a step away in silence.

People who hadn't seen him for more than ten years, without warning, just ran into the opposite side.

Zhuang Yan's expression was solemn.

Father Song said calmly: "I'm looking for you, Zhuang Yan."