Chapter 2713
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When Mr. Fu listened to the voice, he knew who was talking to him before he turned around. His voice was old, but it was as bright and optimistic as he remembered.
Turning around, I saw the old man walking towards me, then looked at the old man's crutches, and laughed, "ha ha ha ha, you and I are half a kilo to eight. In a twinkling of an eye, half a century later, you are old, I am old, and all those Luobu heads around you have become families and businesses. "
Old, old. The young commander Yun Kui was old. Look at his hair. It's as white as he is.
"For fifty-two years, head Yun Kui, you can also show me a little familiarity with your eyes." The old gentleman saw the old friend coming and stepped forward to meet him in a hurry.
The old man has really retired from his post and is 70 years old. If the Institute didn't strongly disagree with him, he might have worked until he was 80 years old.
When I retired at the age of 70, I was 75 years old when I really settled in Beijing. It was also the insistence of the state and the research institute that brought me back to danguiyuan to provide for the aged.
After returning to Beijing, he didn't have a free time. He went to attend academic conferences and classes from time to time. Later, due to physical reasons, the old man seldom left Dangui garden and never contacted with Xia.
But old Xia didn't know that he had returned to Beijing at all. He only knew that he was still in the army at that time. The old man sent someone to inquire about it, but it was inconvenient to leave an address. The news of the two broke for decades.
Now, after 52 years of reunion, there is no estrangement. A few words have helped each other.
Commander in chief Xia needs to hurry back to the military department. Seeing that the two old men have talked, he leaves quietly with the guards. He left the courtyard in a hurry and hurried to the military department.
In the courtyard, two old people stood under the pomegranate tree together. Xia looked up at the pomegranate tree with a full year of fruit. He had deep memories of the past in his eyes, "this tree I also told you that it was the year I was born that my old father planted it. Now, my father has been dead for fifty-one years, and you and I are both old. "
Referring to Mr. Xia, who has been dead for half a century, Mr. Fu sighed: "that year I was going to leave. The bedridden old man told me that the other half of the light is always dark, and now I am standing in the dark. Only by driving constantly can I reach the light and realize my dream."
"And tell me to come to him if you have any difficulty. You have stuffed pomegranate for my old lady. I don't know when I have stuffed a gold bar. Lao Xia, I survived thanks to this gold bar. "
At that time, the Xia family was still a wealthy family. Not to mention one gold bar, ten of them could be easily taken out. Unfortunately, the young old man insisted not to take it. At last, the old Xia Lord secretly stuffed the gold bar, which made him through many difficulties later.
All kinds of past memories once again, the eyes of the two old people who have experienced the wind and frost can not help being wet.
"Look at this tree. Half a century later, it will bear fruit. When it is ripe, I will send half of it to you." Xia Laozi took a picture of the thick trunk of pomegranate tree. "Every year in the future, I will give you half of it."
When people are old, they always think of the past things from time to time. Two old people of the old age are in their prime and become good friends. In the blink of an eye, they become white haired old people.
Recommend the new book of Laoshi, the great God of the city:
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When Mr. Fu listened to the voice, he knew who was talking to him before he turned around. His voice was old, but it was as bright and optimistic as he remembered.
Turning around, I saw the old man walking towards me, then looked at the old man's crutches, and laughed, "ha ha ha ha, you and I are half a kilo to eight. In a twinkling of an eye, half a century later, you are old, I am old, and all those Luobu heads around you have become families and businesses. "
Old, old. The young commander Yun Kui was old. Look at his hair. It's as white as he is.
"For fifty-two years, head Yun Kui, you can also show me a little familiarity with your eyes." The old gentleman saw the old friend coming and stepped forward to meet him in a hurry.
The old man has really retired from his post and is 70 years old. If the Institute didn't strongly disagree with him, he might have worked until he was 80 years old.
When I retired at the age of 70, I was 75 years old when I really settled in Beijing. It was also the insistence of the state and the research institute that brought me back to danguiyuan to provide for the aged.
After returning to Beijing, he didn't have a free time. He went to attend academic conferences and classes from time to time. Later, due to physical reasons, the old man seldom left Dangui garden and never contacted with Xia.
But old Xia didn't know that he had returned to Beijing at all. He only knew that he was still in the army at that time. The old man sent someone to inquire about it, but it was inconvenient to leave an address. The news of the two broke for decades.
Now, after 52 years of reunion, there is no estrangement. A few words have helped each other.
Commander in chief Xia needs to hurry back to the military department. Seeing that the two old men have talked, he leaves quietly with the guards. He left the courtyard in a hurry and hurried to the military department.
In the courtyard, two old people stood under the pomegranate tree together. Xia looked up at the pomegranate tree with a full year of fruit. He had deep memories of the past in his eyes, "this tree I also told you that it was the year I was born that my old father planted it. Now, my father has been dead for fifty-one years, and you and I are both old. "
Referring to Mr. Xia, who has been dead for half a century, Mr. Fu sighed: "that year I was going to leave. The bedridden old man told me that the other half of the light is always dark, and now I am standing in the dark. Only by driving constantly can I reach the light and realize my dream."
"And tell me to come to him if you have any difficulty. You have stuffed pomegranate for my old lady. I don't know when I have stuffed a gold bar. Lao Xia, I survived thanks to this gold bar. "
At that time, the Xia family was still a wealthy family. Not to mention one gold bar, ten of them could be easily taken out. Unfortunately, the young old man insisted not to take it. At last, the old Xia Lord secretly stuffed the gold bar, which made him through many difficulties later.
All kinds of past memories once again, the eyes of the two old people who have experienced the wind and frost can not help being wet.
"Look at this tree. Half a century later, it will bear fruit. When it is ripe, I will send half of it to you." Xia Laozi took a picture of the thick trunk of pomegranate tree. "Every year in the future, I will give you half of it."
When people are old, they always think of the past things from time to time. Two old people of the old age are in their prime and become good friends. In the blink of an eye, they become white haired old people.
Recommend the new book of Laoshi, the great God of the city:
When Mr. Fu listened to the voice, he knew who was talking to him before he turned around. His voice was old, but it was as bright and optimistic as he remembered. Turning around, I saw the old man walking towards me, then looked at the old man's crutches, and laughed, "ha ha ha ha, you and I are half a kilo to eight. In a twinkling of an eye, half a century later, you are old, I am old, and all those Luobu heads around you have become families and businesses. " Old, old. The young commander Yun Kui was old. Look at his hair. It's as white as he is. "For fifty-two years, head Yun Kui, you can also show me a little familiarity with your eyes." The old gentleman saw the old friend coming and stepped forward to meet him in a hurry. The old man has really retired from his post and is 70 years old. If the Institute didn't strongly disagree with him, he might have worked until he was 80 years old. When I retired at the age of 70, I was 75 years old when I really settled in Beijing. It was also the insistence of the state and the research institute that brought me back to danguiyuan to provide for the aged. After returning to Beijing, he didn't have a free time. He went to attend academic conferences and classes from time to time. Later, due to physical reasons, the old man seldom left Dangui garden and never contacted with Xia. But old Xia didn't know that he had returned to Beijing at all. He only knew that he was still in the army at that time. The old man sent someone to inquire about it, but it was inconvenient to leave an address. The news of the two broke for decades. Now, after 52 years of reunion, there is no estrangement. A few words have helped each other. Commander in chief Xia needs to hurry back to the military department. Seeing that the two old men have talked, he leaves quietly with the guards. He left the courtyard in a hurry and hurried to the military department. In the courtyard, two old people stood under the pomegranate tree together. Xia looked up at the pomegranate tree with a full year of fruit. He had deep memories of the past in his eyes, "this tree I also told you that it was the year I was born that my old father planted it. Now, my father has been dead for fifty-one years, and you and I are both old. " Referring to Mr. Xia, who has been dead for half a century, Mr. Fu sighed: "that year I was going to leave. The bedridden old man told me that the other half of the light is always dark, and now I am standing in the dark. Only by driving constantly can I reach the light and realize my dream." "And tell me to come to him if you have any difficulty. You have stuffed pomegranate for my old lady. I don't know when I have stuffed a gold bar. Lao Xia, I survived thanks to this gold bar. " At that time, the Xia family was still a wealthy family. Not to mention one gold bar, ten of them could be easily taken out. Unfortunately, the young old man insisted not to take it. At last, the old Xia Lord secretly stuffed the gold bar, which made him through many difficulties later. All kinds of past memories once again, the eyes of the two old people who have experienced the wind and frost can not help being wet. "Look at this tree. Half a century later, it will bear fruit. When it is ripe, I will send half of it to you." Xia Laozi took a picture of the thick trunk of pomegranate tree. "Every year in the future, I will give you half of it." When people are old, they always think of the past things from time to time. Two old people of the old age are in their prime and become good friends. In the blink of an eye, they become white haired old people. Recommend the new book of Laoshi, the great God of the city:
