Fu Song didn't hear my mother's movements, and felt a little strange. He turned his head and looked at her and found that Yang Qiaolan was sitting there and dozing.

"Mom, I'll let Du Juan accompany you out for a walk." Fu Song knew that she couldn't stay idle, and was afraid that she would feel bored and shouted to go back to her hometown.

Yang Qiaolan said unhappily: "If you don't go, you won't go. She is not my daughter, why should I accompany me?"

Fu Song said helplessly: "Mom, I really don't have time today. Didn't you see what I'm writing? It's going to be used soon."

Yang Qiaolan liked her son's concentration, waved her hand and smiled, "I'm not in a hurry, you're busy with yours, and I'll go out for a walk when you have time."

Fu Song pointed to the back garden and said, "I am idle too, and there is a small vegetable field behind me. Why don't you plant something for me?"

Yang Qiaolan's eyes lit up, and immediately got up, complaining: "Didn't you say it earlier! What do you want to plant?"

"You can do it." Fu Song simply wanted to find some work for her to avoid her being idle. As long as she didn't make a fuss, she would plant whatever she liked.

After having work, Yang Qiaolan became energetic and asked Du Juan to go out to buy groceries.

Feng Tianfang came to pick up the materials as promised, and asked as soon as he entered the door: "I heard that your mother is here?"

Fu Song put down his pen and said in surprise: "The news spreads quite quickly, it just arrived at noon."

Feng Tian smiled and said, "It's all neighbors, and you can hear anyone fart at night. I just saw a fortune teller in the park saying that you are his brother-in-law and there are many people asking him for fortune telling. Tsk, it's quite accurate. Is he really your brother-in-law?"

Fu Song had a black thread, and I said, Li Maocai was gone when he woke up, and it turned out that he had been lying to others again.

"It's my elder brother-in-law. Did he charge money?"

"That's not. Where is your mother? I'll say hello."

"Du Juan took her out to buy vegetables and plant them. I was afraid that she would be idle, so I asked her to dress up the back garden and grow some vegetables."

After a while, Yang Qiaolan and Du Juan came back.

Seeing a guest coming from home, Yang Qiaolan quickly stretched out the hem of her clothes, for fear of embarrassing her son.

Fu Song pretended not to see it and said, "Mom, this is my former old leader, his surname is Feng."

When Yang Qiaolan heard that this person was her son's leader, she nervously didn't know where to put her hands. Before she could speak, Feng Tianfang said, "Sister Yang, don't listen to his nonsense. I have retired early. Now I'm idle all day long and come to your son's house to cheat and drink from time to time, haha. Your son is amazing, I can't lead him. On the other hand, I'm almost the same as he leads."

Feng Tian spoke authentic Nanping dialect, but he had no airs of leadership, and even praised Fu Song fiercely. Yang Qiaolan immediately felt that this person was authentic.

"It's not worth praising him. He has been naughty since he was a child. He went to the house and removed the tiles without fighting for three days. I have a lot of worries. Big brother, who are you?"

Feng Tianfang said: "I am from Maqiaobu, Nanping."

"Oh, I'm from Nanping, too, we're not far away." Yang Qiaolan didn't even bother to go to the back garden to grow vegetables, so she pulled a stool and sat down.

Feng Tianfang wondered: "Isn't your family from Yingxian?"

Yang Qiaolan said: "My mother's home is from Nanping, Yangjiazhuang, Qingpu Township, do you know?"

Feng Tianfang slapped his thigh, "It's three bends across the river. My heaven is less than five miles away. Which one are you from?"

"My father, Yang Laosan, lives next to the second bank. Which one of yours?"

"My father Feng Erzhu, do you remember?"

Seeing that the two old guys were having a hot chat, Fu Song didn't bother them and went back to continue writing.

Yang Qiaolan said: "Remember, why don't you remember? No, I heard that Feng Erzhu's family had a 8th Route Army and died in the end. Is that your brother?"

Feng Tianfang almost vomited blood, pointed to his nose and said, "My brother died of old age two years ago! I was the Eighth Route Army! Who said I sacrificed?"

Yang Qiaolan wondered: "My eldest son-in-law has a Thirteenth Corps in the village. She said she saw Feng Erzhu's family covered in blood and had several gun holes on her body. What's it? You didn't sacrifice."

Feng Tianfang stared at the eyes and said, "What did you say? Your eldest son-in-law also has a Thirteenth Corps in the village? What's the name?"

Yang Qiaolan said: "Li Xiuying, a famous female Eighth Route Army, who is a short spear, is so powerful that she is a big girl and a wife regards her as a role model. Many young men prefer her. Don't you know the Thirteenth Regiment?"

Feng Tianfang stood there motionless and murmured: "Li Xiuying, she is not dead."

Yang Qiaolan said: "What you said is that people are living well. When the 13th Regiment broke through, her thigh was penetrated with a hole and hid in the back mountain of our village for more than two months. I even delivered her food. Fortunately, it was winter, her thighs did not grow maggots, and she saved her life, but her legs were a little lame. Later, she stayed in our place as a woman cadre, and later she married into my eldest son-in-law's village, and worked as a brigade secretary in the village. She has been working until now."

Feng Tian's eyes were red and said, "I thought Li Xiuying had also sacrificed over the years, but I didn't expect to be alive."

Yang Qiaolan sighed and said, "I still remember being cooking breakfast that day, when I suddenly heard gunshots and small steel cannons from the north. I was so scared that the old man and I hid in the cellar. We didn't dare to climb out until the evening, and then I heard that you were defeated."

Feng Tianfang suddenly burst into tears and covered his face and said, "It's so miserable, so miserable, so many comrades are gone. There are not many people who are still alive."

Fu Song was also sighing. When he was a child, the Qingming School would organize a visit to the Shangzhuang Battle Monument to visit the tombs every year. He didn't feel much at that time, but now he heard the person involved telling the past in person, and he felt completely different.

Seeing Feng Tianfang crying loudly, Yang Qiaolan was at a loss and looked at Fu Song like she asked for help.

Fu Song had no choice but to say, "I'm so old that I still cry, which makes people laugh. If you want to cry, go to your old comrades and cry happily, don't cry at my house."

Feng Tianfang stopped crying immediately and nodded and said, "You are right. I should go back and have a look. Well, I didn't expect that Li Xiuying was still alive and went to talk to her about the past. We were the closest we were, and I taught her to shoot a pistol."

Fu Song: “….”

If I hadn't known that you had a wife, I would have thought that it was fake to go back to pay tribute to your comrades and to find an old lover. I heard from me that Li Xiuying was also a flower when she was young. Tsk, this old man is not ashamed!

"When will you go? I'll ask Lao Xu to send you."

Feng Tian gave him a blank look and said, "Your car is so hot."

Yang Qiaolan wondered: "Big brother, that car is not hot at all. It's always comfortable, just sit there."

Feng Tianfang laughed and said, "Sister Yang, the one I said is not the one you said. Your son's car is so good, I dare not sit, I feel uncomfortable when I sit. I am not lucky enough to me."

Fu Song said angrily: "If you don't dare to sit, you will sit a lot!"
Chapter completed!