The two children had a lot of trouble during the day, but the thunder-like sound failed to wake them up.

Lu Huai'an was woken up and was sleepy to death, but he still managed to stand up.

"Go and let go of the cannon?" Shen Ruyun squinted and sat up.

"Well, go to sleep." Lu Huaian closed his eyes halfway and put on his clothes: "I'll call you when the meal is ready."

It wasn't even dawn outside, Lu Huai'an slapped his hands, took the big firecrackers, and spread them out on the front floor.

A large roll of firecrackers rolled up from the bottom and spread for a long time, as if the good days were never over.

When it finally lit, Lu Huai'an held his hands and narrowed his eyes slightly, listening to the thundering sound.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it has come to 1987.

The firecrackers burned from the beginning to the end, without a single stumbling, they rang happily and burned beautifully.

"Good omen!"

Lu Huai'an sighed in the palm of his hand and happily entered the room.

For the next two days, their home was in an endless stream.

All for New Year's Eve.

Lu Huai'an also went to a few places, especially Uncle Zhou's, and had a good drink with him.

"It's still lively here." Uncle Zhou was very emotional.

When the Chinese New Year comes, the village is very lively, but it is impossible to show movies, and there is no spare money in the village.

How can there be so lively in Xin'an Village.

Certainly, Lu Huaian smiled.

He touched Uncle Zhou and said with a smile, "It's not your place, it's our place."

Uncle Zhou was stunned for a moment, and then quickly laughed: "Yes, yes, we are here."

He's here, he's here.

Later, it is necessary to say that we are here.

It's hard to get through this harsh winter, and now, it's a new year.

The county called and Nie Sheng said that his father was dead.

Nie Bo...

Lu Huai'an was stunned for a moment, remembering the first time he rented his house, and then the time when he moved out.

That scene, as if it was just yesterday.

Even Uncle Qian was overwhelmed with emotion when he heard it: "How can it be so good, just... ah!"

However, with such a son on the stall, Nie Bo was able to hold out well up to now.

Although there was a disagreement with Nie Sheng, Lu Huaian and Uncle Qian still went.

Nie Bo was kind to people all his life, and many people mourned after his death.

All his life was his son and grandson.

But Nie Sheng didn't live up to his expectations, and he didn't see a grandson until he died.

Nie Sheng sat paralyzed in front of the coffin, burning paper with a numb expression.

He used to be reckless in everything he did.

The eyes are high and the hands are low, and they do not despise unprofitable work.

It doesn't matter if you can't make money, anyway, his dad is supporting him.

But now, his father is gone.

Nie Sheng suddenly felt a panic in his heart.

He has no mother, and now no father.

When Lu Huai'an went, Nie Sheng looked at him and wanted to cry: "Brother Lu... I'm only alone..."

When his mother told him to obey, he didn't listen.

When his dad asked him to get married, he didn't get married.

Now, it really fulfilled his father's worst fear: they were all gone, and he was the only one left.

Lu Huai'an patted him on the shoulder, but he didn't know what to say, he could only say, "My condolences and change."

Nie Sheng slumped and sat down, his face blank.

He wanted to cry, but couldn't cry.

My heart seems to be missing a large piece of empty space.

After coming out, Uncle Qian looked back and sighed: "Looking at it, it seems that I have grown up a lot."

Unlike in the past, there is no certainty about what to do.

"He has changed a lot."

Lu Huai'an shook his head and sighed, "This winter, it's too cold."

When the weather is extreme, the elderly are really struggling.

The matter of Nie Bo seems to have started.

Elderly people died one after another in the village, and Qingshang Village in Xin'an Village continued to do a dojo for a while.

It wasn't until spring started and the weather warmed up that the situation slowly improved.

As a result, Uncle Song fell again and broke his leg bone.

When he received the news, Lu Huaian was in a meeting in the city.

It was Uncle Qian who asked Cui Er to come to him.

"What?" How can he be good at wrestling?

Lu Huai'an was in a hurry. Uncle Song was already a little confused, but now he fell down again, but it's really...

However, Shen Maoshi was still delivering goods in other places, and he would not be able to come back in a while.

Lu Huai'an had to apologize in a hurry, and rushed over temporarily.

Fortunately, after he arrived at the hospital, the rescue has been completed.

"It's not a big deal. It's actually quite normal for people to wrestle when they're old."

The doctor hesitated for a moment, and Lu Huai'an immediately asked, "Is there anything else?"

"That's it..." The doctor looked at the case and was a little stunned: "Why did your family report that he is a little unclear? When I spoke just now, I felt that his mind was quite clear."

Lu Huaian was stunned and turned his head abruptly.

In the ward, Uncle Song was lying on the bed, motionless.

He just lay there, his eyes following the birds outside the window.

This scene made Lu Huai'an a little jealous: "Uncle Song..."

"Director Lu, you're here." Uncle Song regained his senses, patted the edge of the bed, and told him to go over.

The fall was worth it. Uncle Song smiled: "I didn't think about it. I fell sober when I fell."

Lu Huai'an's heart sank heavily when he remembered what the doctor said.

Uncle Song thought about it, saying that he had nothing to do, he didn't like the smell of the hospital, and just wanted to go home and stay.

After returning home, he was in good spirits. He used crutches and taught people to walk around the graves of his son and daughter.

Just before leaving, he pointed to a place next to him and looked at Lu Huaian with a smile: "I chose this for myself."

After returning, he started to have a fever.

Everyone was confused, but they still thought about Shen Maoshi.

There were no filial sons in front of the bed for a long time, but Shen Mao was a kind-hearted, honest and honest person.

Ever since I brought him back, I've been very careful, and I've taken care of him everywhere.

After a long time, Uncle Song also regarded Shen Maoshi as his own child.

Saying that I have sons and grandsons in my life, I feel at ease, and I want to see Shen Maoshi again.

Lu Huai'an listened with hot eyes, held his hand, and promised him: "Maoshi is already on his way back, you can wait."

The doctor also came to see him and said that he probably won't be able to survive the night.

In the evening, Shen Maoshi came back in a hurry.

He didn't drive, he came back by train.

He didn't pull back the pile of goods, and let his apprentice guard there, asking Cui Er to go and replace him.

He traveled day and night to come back.

After entering the house, he rushed to the bed: "Master, I'm back, I'm back!"

Master Song had been groggy, but his eyes gradually opened.

He held Shen Maoshi's hand, and a faint smile overflowed from the corner of his lips: "It's good to be back... Maoshi, you are a good boy..."

Shen Maoshi said words of comfort to him, and burst into tears.

Seeing that Master Song took in less air and exhaled more, the last time, he held Shen Maoshi's hand tightly and showed a soft smile: "Qi'er, Dad is very happy."

Different.

This is... Master Song's son.

Shen Mao's heart jumped, and he suddenly raised his head.

However, he saw that Master Song closed his eyes and suddenly passed away.

The hand gradually loosened, but the smile on the corner of his lips did not diminish at all.

After being stunned for two seconds, Shen Maoshi burst into tears.

Shen Maoshi's throat was hoarse until he sent the spirit.

Heishan, the place that Master Song had been optimistic about before, finally put him here.

There was a whole long line, and his whole family was finally reunited.

"Don't cry, this is joy and sorrow."

"Yeah, think about it, Uncle Song is always smiling when he leaves!"

When people get old, they will be gone if they fall.

No pain, no guilt.

In the eyes of the old man, this is already a great blessing.

What's more, although Uncle Song's family is gone, he has enjoyed the happiness of a family over the years.

For Song Bo, this is already the best ending.

Shen Maoshi was depressed for several days, and then his mood slowly calmed down.

Lu Huai'an was also very emotional, and gave him a holiday to let him relax.

Fortunately, the weather is gradually getting warmer, and these bad news have not appeared again.

Spring is blooming, and it's another year of good spring.

The contract negotiated last year has to start this year.

On the side of the hotel, after Shen Bin and the others came down, work started on the eighth day.

Zhong Wan waited until the 16th to hold the groundbreaking ceremony.

After these roads are demarcated, they will go to the city to discuss the land. They only need to follow the route in the contract to construct.

The first road, of course, was built from Xin'an Village.

This is the widest and longest main road of all roads.

On the day of the construction, the villagers were very happy.

Beating the gongs and drums, I wish I could tell the world.

Although people from other villages are also envious, they are more happy.

"Anyway, after repairing them, it's our turn!"

The village has a share!

They are happy, but the villagers in the west district are not happy anymore.

Why? There are already so many benefits in the Eastern District, why do they give priority to all the good things?

Especially after they heard that the money was paid by the factory managers in the West District, they were even more dissatisfied.

He went to the factory to make trouble, was blasted out, and went to the city to yell.

The leaders of the western district were enraged, pointing at the bridge under construction and scolding: "Isn't your eyes oily? They built roads, but we didn't build bridges? It's not good for such a big bridge, right? What else? Is that a benefit?"

Anyone with a discerning eye knows where this bridge leads.

He simply called someone and posted the construction drawings on the door: "If you have eyes, come and see, we won't win the project, you will close your eyes and scold you!?"

To build a road, there must be something to fix!

Now that the bridge is not repaired, how many things can be transported by relying on the old bridge?

The traffic is inconvenient, building a road, their western district is much more expensive than the eastern district, is it worth it?

The three roads in the East District are only the price of their two roads. Isn't the extra money money?

After being scolded by him like this, the people were convinced and stopped scolding~lightnovelpub.net~ turned around and urged the bridge to be repaired faster.

"How fast are they building roads! Last year they said that they will be repaired this year!"

"That's right, we've been talking about it for a year, and it's still like this ghost!"

Angrily engaged in engineering, he scolded his mother secretly: "They have Lu Huaian as their backing, so what do I have?"

He wants nothing!

Ren Zhongwan heard that it was now merged into Lu Huai'an's name.

He almost entered this project at the reserve price, and now he regrets it so much!

If you don't get a little bit of oil and water, just make a lot of hard money and urge a ghost!

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