Along the way, the villagers on both sides of the road were curious to look at Yang Qi next to Uncle Cheng, and from time to time someone asked whose child was sitting next to Uncle Cheng?

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Occasionally, a young girl, daughter-in-law or teenager recognized Yang Qi.

Someone greeted Yang Qi - "Xiaoqi, are you back?"

Someone was surprised: "Xiaoqi, you really won the championship of "A Million New Voices"?"

Someone else shouted: "Xiaoqi, come and play in a while!"

……

Just passed through most of Qinglian Village all the way, Yang Qi sat next to Uncle Cheng who was driving and looked at this small village with a smile, perhaps because he knew that his grandfather lived here, and he liked this small village at first sight.

He looked left and right, and his gaze suddenly fixed on the old man under a big tree in front of him, and the smile on his face faded, and he couldn't turn away anymore.

It was a tree that Yang Qi couldn't name, with lush foliage, and the old man under the tree had snow-white hair, meticulously backed, dressed in loose black cloth, sitting on a small wooden chair, holding a jujube red cigarette pouch in his hand.

The old man's thin body blended in with the big tree, as if he had become a scene there with the big tree.

Yang Qi looked at him so fixedly, his eyes were slightly sour, and his heart seemed to have been suddenly hit by something.

In a trance, he seemed to see his grandfather in his previous life.

The appearance is similar, the body shape is similar, the same white hair, the same black cloth clothes, the same hand often holds a cigarette pouch, the difference is only the color and style of the cigarette pouch.

Wrong!

And also......

The old man in front of him had whiter hair and a thinner body.

"Brother Boyuan!Look who I brought you!!"

From afar, Uncle Cheng shouted to the old man under the big tree over there, and his voice was a little joyful.

Yang Qi saw the silver-haired old man under the big tree staggering to his feet, squinting his eyes and looking this way, his eyes didn't seem to be good.

"Who? Is it Dacheng?"

The old man's voice was quite angry, but at a distance of dozens of meters, he didn't even recognize Yang Qi.

Yang Qi didn't believe that he couldn't recognize himself, and there could only be one reason - his eyes really couldn't see clearly.

"Haha! Brother Boyuan, can't you see it, take a closer look at who I brought you!" Uncle Cheng laughed, and as he spoke, the tricycle drove closer than ten meters.

The old man stretched out his head to look, and suddenly a happy smile bloomed on his wrinkled face.

"Xiaoqi, Xiaoqi, are you back? Xiaoqi, is Xiaoqi you?"

The old man happily staggered to this side.

Tears finally welled up in the corners of Yang Qi's eyes, and he could no longer suppress the turbulent feeling in his heart, missing his grandfather.

Similar faces, similar figures, similar voices, there may be other explanations, but he is willing to believe that this is his grandfather living in this time and space.

Grabbing the duffel bag, Yang Qi didn't wait for the electric tricycle to stop, jumped out of the car, and scared Uncle Cheng, who was driving, screamed, and also frightened the grandfather who ushered in front of him to change color on his face and stop.

Seeing him land steadily and run to Yang Boyuan's side, Uncle Cheng relieved his heart, and scolded with a scared smile: "This kid!"

……

"Grandpa!"

Running until his grandfather approached, Yang Qicai slowed down and looked at his grandfather's emaciated face and emaciated body with teary eyes, as well as the snow-white silver hair.

My heart is very sour.

Yang Qi could see at a glance that his grandfather did not have the aura of cultivating true qi, only some shadows of the Yang family's loose hands.

No wonder Grandpa ages so fast......

Yang Qi was both relieved and sad.

In the original world, when his grandfather was 70 years old, he could still use the Liangyi splitting sword to make the sword light Huohuo, wandering like a snake, before he died, he had been healthy, and the reason for his death was that his grandfather ran out of oil and dried up, and his body could not lock the true qi in the dantian, and his work was scattered.

"Xiaoqi, you've finally come to see grandpa......"

Yang Boyuan smiled with relief, stepped forward to pat Yang Qi's shoulder, and reached out to help Yang Qi take the duffel bag, but Yang Qi didn't let him.

Several neighbors on the left and right watched the reunion of the grandfather and grandson with a smile.

"Why don't you call grandpa in advance?" grandpa will let your uncle pick you up in the city!"

"I want to surprise you grandpa! I don't want to make trouble for my uncle!"

Yang Qi replied to the smiling grandfather, and secretly wondered in his heart: I still have an uncle?

It turns out that his father also has several brothers in the world, and Yang Qi naturally has an uncle, but he didn't expect to come to this world, there is still an uncle, but I don't know if the uncle in this world is similar to the uncle in his original world?

In the original world, his uncle's business was quite big, but he never treated his old nephew very well.

The house where his grandfather lived was a two-story building, and the outer wall was scraped with white ash.

A thirty-six or seventeen-year-old thin woman was serving food to the table of eight immortals in the middle of the hall, and when she looked up and saw her grandfather and Yang Qi coming in through the back door, the thin woman was stunned, and while wiping her hand on the apron around her waist, she showed an honest smile and said, "Xiao Qi is back?

Yang Qi didn't know what to call her, so he had to show a shy smile and say as if shy: "Hehe, I definitely want to come back to see grandpa! grandpa misses me, and I miss grandpa!"

"Shuying! Where's Ah Hai? Don't come in after dinner? Hurry up, go and call him back for dinner!"

Yang Boyuan frowned and commanded the thin woman, and the woman agreed, and quickly went out of the gate.

Yang Qi guessed the identity of this woman in his heart, and also guessed whether Ah Hai in his grandfather's mouth was an uncle?

"Come! Xiaoqi! Are you hungry? Sit down and eat! If you are thirsty, you will drink soup first! I will ask your aunt to cook fresh clam soup tonight, and it will be fresh! You can drink something to quench your thirst!"

Grandpa said as he motioned for Yang Qi to sit down.

At this moment, a shadow appeared at the door of the hall, and there was a heavy footstep, Yang Qi looked up, and his heart was slightly surprised.

A black-faced man with a height of at least one meter eight walked into the hall, and when he saw him, an innocent smile appeared on his angular black face, and he nodded kindly to Yang Qi.

Yang Qi was a little stunned, is this uncle?

is completely different from the uncle in his memory, although the facial contours are sharp and angular, and the body is more than 1.8 meters high, he can still see the similarities between him and his grandfather, father, and him Yang Qi.

Suddenly, Yang Qi caught a glimpse of his grandfather stretching out his hand to beckon to the big man, and then pointed to the stool on the other side of the Eight Immortals table, and glared at the big man dissatisfied.

Grandpa didn't even say a word, it was all gestures and expressions.

Could it be that this uncle has a bad relationship with his grandfather?

Yang Qi just guessed in his heart.

I saw Shuying, a thin woman who had just gone out, walked up to Dahan and sat down, and she didn't talk to Dahan, but made a few gestures to Dahan.

What's the situation?

Yang Qi was suspicious in his heart.