"Thank you, you're busy, I'll go first", Yu Jie gratefully watched Hu Yu say goodbye and leave.

Hu Yu glanced at the bank card in her hand, at this moment, in her eyes, this is not just a card representing money, but more of a bearer of a woman's grateful heart.

On the other side, Zhengji and his party also arrived at the destination, after getting off the car, what greeted Zhengji's eyes was a quaint courtyard, the two stone lions at the door were majestically placed on both sides, outside the door were two huge willow trees, the huge purple-red wooden door was not closed, but it was wide open, so that people could vaguely see the scene in the courtyard, a gardener-like old man was holding scissors, pruning the flowers and plants in the courtyard.

"Miss, are you back?" Walking into the courtyard, the old man who was taking care of the flowers and plants saw Zhengji and his party, said hello to Song Yu, and asked curiously.

"Uncle Lin, this is the political discipline that grandpa said, come and see grandpa", Song Yu looked at the old man with a smile and said, speaking of this Uncle Lin, Song Yu is also an old man who is quite respected, since the Anti-Japanese War, he has been a guard beside his grandfather, and later he was injured because of protecting his grandfather and lost his fertility, so he has never started a family, and has been following his grandfather for all these years, it can be said that in the Song family, this old man is extremely respectful from top to bottom, if there is no old man, then Song Lao may not be there at that time.

"Oh, it turns out that this is the little government that the chief told me, it's really good, it's a good guy who shows talent, and the chief's vision is really good" The old man's face showed a kind smile, and he looked at Zhengji and said.

"Uncle Lin, you have won the award," Zhengji greeted the old man very humbly.

"Okay, the chief is ahead, you guys go quickly", the old man nodded with a smile and pointed to the side of the courtyard.

Song Yu nodded, and after saying goodbye to the old man, he walked in front, Zhengji and Bai Yiyi followed, he looked at the surrounding scene curiously, the courtyard is not big, but it is not small, pavilions, arched bridges and flowing water, simple but also elegant, the courtyard is surrounded by pines and cypresses, even in the cold winter of Yanjing, but it is also lush.

After passing through an arch and entering the backyard, I saw a rockery, Song Lao stood quietly in front of the mountain with his hands around him, leisurely and leisurely playing Tai Chi, one board and one eye, the movements were relaxed, and he was immersed in this way for many years.

Song Yu and Bai Yiyi went to prepare for food first, leaving Zhengji to watch quietly, but he didn't interrupt without saying a word, ten minutes later, Song Lao took a long breath, made a gesture to collect his merits, slowly opened his eyes, and saw Zhengji standing on the side, with a smile on his face.

"Xiao Zheng, is you feeling better?, and you were discharged from the hospital so soon?" Song Lao slowly sat on the stone chair in the pavilion on the side with the support of Zheng Ji.

"Well, it's total, I'll come to see you when I leave the hospital today, I'm in a hurry, but I didn't come to bring you some gifts", Masaki nodded and said with some embarrassment.

"What kind of gift to bring, it's good if you can come and see me, it's good to be young, and the body recovers quickly," Song Lao said with emotion.

"Grandpa Song, is this doing Tai Chi?" Zhengji said as he remembered Song Lao's posture just now.

"Yes, I've been practicing blindly, it's been some years, don't you say, this Tai Chi really works, whenever I can't calm down, it's much better to play such a set", Song Lao took a sip of tea on the stone table and said.

"Hey, by the way, Xiao Zheng, I'll show you a good thing", Song Lao suddenly remembered something, said with a smile on his face, and took out an object from the box on the side that Zhengji and several people did not expect,

"How is it? Yes, let me tell you, this is the German goods during the Anti-Japanese War, and now they are all rare things," Song Lao triumphantly took out the small German goods from the box, and shook it in front of Zhengji, if Ding Lao was there, he must have recognized at a glance that this was the gun he lost to Song Lao.

It is said that the gun is a man's lifelong dream, and this dream is the pursuit of every man in China, because of the ban on guns, most people in China may not see a real gun in their lives, let alone watch it at such a close distance, Zhengji is also a mortal, at this moment he is even more intently looking at the exquisite pistol in Song Lao's hand, this is the first time in his two lives to see a real pistol at such a close distance.

Song Lao saw Zhengji's expression, and also saw that he must be itching at the moment, haha smiled, handed the muzzle of the gun in his hand to him holding the barrel of the gun in front of Zhengji, and said happily: "How is it?

Zhengji looked at the pistol that was close at hand, stunned, and looked at Song Lao with some hesitation but asked, "Grandpa Song, is this really possible?"

"Of course you can, what's wrong with the two of us, is it possible that I'm still afraid that you will shoot me? Let's have a good time, today's children, if they are not soldiers, I am afraid that they will never have the opportunity to hold a real gun in their own hands in this life", Song Lao said with emotion.

Hearing Song Lao say this, Zhengji no longer hesitated, to be honest, he had long wanted to feel what it was like to have a real gun, and slowly took the pistol that Song Laodi came over, feeling the heavy weight in his hand, a cold feeling passed from the handle of the gun to the sensory nerves, Zhengji turned the pistol in his hand, he even wanted to see how thick the barrel was, but he was afraid of Song Lao's jokes, so he held back.

Seeing Zhengji holding a gun and aiming at a jujube tree in the distance, Song Lao said: "Speaking of which, I can actually have this gun is your credit."

Zhengji, who was trying to aim, was stunned when he heard this, looked at Song Lao and asked in surprise: "My credit?" "Yes," Song Lao smiled, and told Zhengji about his bet with Ding Lao, and laughed when he was happy.

Zhengji listened to Song Lao's explanation with a bitter smile, but he didn't expect these old heroes to have such an unknown side, he said with a bitter face: "Grandpa Song, you don't worry that if I fail, then your more than ten jars of good wine will not all be lost."

"How could it be, I, Song, never do anything that I am not sure of, if I hadn't heard Xiaozheng your song beforehand, I wouldn't be stupid to make any bet with him", Song Lao said with a smile.

"Come on, this is the cutout, you see, so that the magazine can be unloaded," Song Lao pointed out how to operate Zhengji.

When Zhengji saw the magazine in his hand, he was suddenly stunned, pointed to the golden object in the magazine and said, "Grandpa Song?

"Of course it's bullets, what is the gun without bullets?"

Masaki looked at the golden bullet, thinking about the scene he had just aimed at in the distance, wouldn't it be that if he accidentally pulled the trigger, it would really shoot out? At the same time, a trace of emotion flashed in his heart, Song Lao dared to let himself be alone with a real gun and live ammunition beside him, without worrying that he would be unfavorable to him, which showed that he had already regarded himself as his own person from the bottom of his heart.

"Don't you really want to shoot? Don't worry, if you want to try, let Xiao Liang take you to the shooting range in the afternoon, practice with real guns, and have a good time", Song Lao looked at Zhengji and threw out a proposal that made Zhengji quite excited.

"Really, Grandpa Song, I want to go too, let me go with them", at this time, Bai Yiyi didn't know how to get out of that corner, still holding some fruit and pastries in his hand, and looked at Song Lao with an expectant expression.

"Yiyi, you said that you are a little girl, what are you doing with a group of men?" Song Lao looked at Bai Yiyi and said.

"How can I say that I am joining in the fun? Grandpa Song, do you know? I am determined to become a contemporary Mulan! So I also have to practice my marksmanship well!" Bai Yiyi pursed her mouth and said with great ambition.

"Haha, Xiao Yiyi, do you want to be Mulan? Okay! My Song family's daughters are really all heroines, if you want to go, then go with your Song Liang brother and them in the afternoon", Song Lao listened to Bai Yiyi's words and said with a hearty laugh.

Zhengji put the gun in his hand back into the wooden box, but heard a familiar voice: "Grandpa! It's cold, go back to the house and sit, hey, Zhengji, you're here?" At this time, Song Liang walked out from the corner on the side.

"Brother Liang, are you here, I'll come and see everyone", Zhengji saw Song Liang's face with joy.

"You kid, I don't say come early when I came to Yanjing, but let's wait for it," Song Liang stepped forward with a smile and hammered Zhengji's chest and said.

Zhengji smiled and replied to Song Liang's punch, and together with Song Liang, he helped Song Lao left and right and walked towards the house.

Inside the house is a different scene, compared to the cold wind outside the house, the house is warm, in addition, the furniture is also antique in the style of the older generation, except for the TV, there is almost no modern object, Masaki looked curiously.

"When people are old, they are more nostalgic, and they are more and more unable to accept the affairs of the new students, unlike you young people, who have a flexible mind and can keep up with the times.

"Grandpa Song, what kind of small radio, it's obviously mp3, it's much stronger than a radio!" Bai Yiyi was stunned when she heard it, when did she give Grandpa Song the radio, and then remembered that what Song Lao said might be his own mp3, and hugged Song Lao's arm and said reluctantly.

"Oh, grandpa is old, he can't remember clearly, and his eyes are old, the little object you gave grandpa is very good, but grandpa can't see the words on it", Song Lao said with a wry smile, for these new affairs, he really can't accept it, in his opinion, it is not as affordable as his old radio, and he can listen to the broadcast by pressing the switch casually.