Yan Xiusheng turned to look at her. No one was around. He took off his mask and hat, and his whole body shone brightly in the sun: "I work at the National Research Institute."

Ye Qingshu was stunned, and a light of admiration appeared in his eyes: "Mr. Yan is a scientist?"

Yan Xiusheng's eyes fell into her glittering eyes and nodded: "That's true."

Ye Qingshu remembered what happened when he was a child: "When I was a child, I wanted to be a scientist. At that time, the teacher taught us that everyone should have ideals and asked what our ideals were. Most of the children in the class said they were scientists, but we actually didn't even know what scientists were."

Yan Xiusheng said: "Actually, the work is very ordinary and even a bit boring. Record data every day and do experiments."

Ye Qingshu smiled and said, "That's very powerful, at least I think it's very powerful."

Yan Xiusheng asked with a smile: "Do you want to go and have a look?"

He smiled. Ye Qingshu almost felt unsteady when he was away. She turned her eyes away, looked into the distance, and asked, "Is it a little inconvenient?"

Yan Xiusheng said: "It's okay."

Ye Qingshu nodded: "That's good."

Yan Xiusheng also smiled.

A group of monks were riding bicycles on the asphalt road. The scene was really strange and strange, attracting passers-by to watch frequently.

In the end, even the bicycle was not allowed to ride, so the group hiked forward.

In the remote suburbs, there is no prosperity of the city. Some villagers who went out to harvest wheat walked out of the house. When they saw Mingtong, they hurried and greeted him enthusiastically: "The master is here to help the grandma's family again?"

Mingtong nodded: "Yes."

The villagers laughed: "The masters are all good people."

When the villagers left, they came to the grandma's house. Mingtong helped the elderly and widowed people in the village. They were nearly a hundred years old and suffered in the war. Their children all became martyrs on the battlefield once, so Mingtong came to help while sowing and during the autumn harvest.

Grandma Li's eyes had long disappeared and her teeth had fallen out. She was groping to carry a bench for them and pour hot water. Mingtong hurriedly stepped forward to stop him and asked the monk to pour a glass of water for Grandma Li, and then took the monk to the ground.

There are endless golden rice fields, and people are harvesting from far and near. The straw is piled up, and some children are catching grasshoppers and frogs in the fields with barefoot. The monks come to a rice field. Today, they are not wearing long clothes and long gowns, but short clothes and pants. They are very neat when they are tied up. The land here is not so flat, so they cannot use a harvester. They are packed with sickles and used old threshers to thresh mills.

Ye Qingshu looked at Yan Xiusheng, watching him observing the monks' movements, knowing that it was probably the first time he was. Her eyes fell on his bare arms, and then took a pair of sleeves and handed them over: "Mr. Yan, put them on, otherwise the leaves will be sharp later and will easily mark small scars."

Yan Xiusheng took it and put it on.

The gloves here are all flower gloves, which are extremely inconsistent with Yan Xiusheng's temperament. Ye Qingshu couldn't help but take a look, and found it a little funny.

When people do work, Yan Xiusheng seems to be able to learn everything at once. When Ye Qingshu sees him, he can't say that he looks good and soothing and orderly even when he does these movements.

The sun was getting fierce and everyone was sweating. At noon, villagers came to ask them to have dinner, but Mingtong refused. They came to help, not to beg for alms. They brought some steamed buns, added some pickles and ate them in a hurry. Then they worked and completed today's task.

When the sun was about to set, everyone sorted out the tools, and everyone was covered with mud and water. Even though Ye Qingshu had sleeves, his exposed wrists were still scratched, but these were all fine. Standing in the ground, the sunset was setting, smudged into a warm orange-yellow picture.

Everyone packed up and went home, said goodbye to Grandma Li, and came back tomorrow.

When they arrived in the city, Yuantong and others returned to the temple, Ye Qingshu and Yan Xiusheng returned to Tonghua Lane together.

It was probably because after a day of work, I felt relaxed and a little tired, but it was just right. When I arrived in Tonghua Lane, it was dark, and the dim street lights shone the shadows of the two on the old stone slabs.

Ye Qingshu asked: "Mr. Yan is a man from Tonghua Lane?"

Yan Xiusheng shook his head: "I'm just making a report recently, so I found a quiet place. My friend happened to introduce it here."

Ye Qingshu smiled and said, "My grandparents live here. When I was young, I often got up with my mother... At that time, there was a big tung tree at the entrance of the alley, which was very tall. The flowers bloomed best during the Qingming Festival, purple and white. My family loved to climb up when I was a child, which scared my father very much."

Ye Qingshu pointed to a corner: "The tree was here before, but later on doing urban planning, I could never find it again."

Yan Xiusheng glanced there and then at the girl. She just said simply, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, but there was a hint of unspeakable remembrance and sadness in her eyes.

As they walked, the two of them arrived at the alley. Ye Qingshu saw the old man who was still selling pancakes there. The old man was holding his cell phone and smiling to his granddaughter: "Okay, be good, come to grandpa tomorrow, grandpa will spread a big pancake for you, and will it be good to put the ham sausages that Beibei likes to eat? Oh, Bebei is the most obedient... Okay, grandpa is here, the customer is here, I won't talk about it anymore."

He cut off the video, and the smile on his face could not stop.

Ye Qingshu was standing next to him and wanted to wait until the old man finished the video before coming over, but he didn't expect that the old man discovered her first.

She had no choice but to come over.

I have been tired for a day today, and I was just barely forced at noon. Now he should be hungry.

"Uncle, I want two pancakes."

The old man looked at her happily, then looked at Yan Xiusheng standing not far away, and then gave her a thumbs up: "Daughter, good eyes."

Ye Qingshu shook his head: "Uncle, you misunderstood."

The old man laughed a few times, didn't say anything, and then he spread pancakes next to him. Ye Qingshu looked back at Yan Xiusheng and asked him to wait.

The old man spread the hilt of the sword in a short while, then packed it in a bag and handed it over, blinking: "You can eat together."

Ye Qingshu didn't know why the old man blinked, but he still thanked him for taking it.

She took the pancakes and said as she walked with Yan Xiusheng: "The pancakes this old man has had are quite delicious. Are you hungry? Have you eaten something to keep your stomach first."

She said as she handed the clean gloves to Yan Xiusheng.

Yan Xiusheng put it on.

Ye Qingshu opened the paper bag and held it in front of Yan Xiusheng: "Mr. Yan, eat it."

Yan Xiusheng lowered his eyes and looked at the pancake.

Ye Qingshu's eyes followed Yan Xiusheng's gaze and was stunned, and then hurriedly retracted his hand.

This uncle.

I saw two pancakes lying side by side, and the old man drew a heart on them with tomato sauce.

She was a little helpless: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yan, that..."

"It's okay." Yan Xiusheng said, stretched out his hand and picked up a pancake, slowly put it into his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

Ye Qingshu looked at the pancake with half of his heart left and thought to himself that someone like Mr. Yan would not care about these things at all...
Chapter completed!