Fan Xiaoyu is a person who likes to be efficient, and the next day he came up with a complete set of plans, he didn't use much brains when he thought about it, but he wasted a lot of effort when he wrote, and finally had to let Fan Cabbage and Yue Yu help in frustration.

At noon, all the tiles were posted with the notice of Bailing Pavilion, and the news that Bailing Pavilion was going to enroll students quickly flew all over the streets and alleys of the capital like a song on wings, and poor Liu Yuanqing never had his own rest time from then on.

"Dongjia, I also want to learn drama, can you accept me as an apprentice?"

In the afternoon, Fan Xiaoyu, who was enthusiastically "embraced" by his peers, finally slipped out of it, and before he could take a good breath, a strange voice came out of the side, which almost scared Fan Xiaoyu.

"Accept it, but teach Master to listen first? I only thought about it when it sounded good. Fan Xiaoyu glanced at someone who came out to hang out with a handsome face in broad daylight.

Ding Che smiled, but there was a hint of sadness in his smile.

"What, something?" Fan Xiaoyu couldn't help but be really startled, this kind of expression was super rare on Ding Che's face.

"Well, I want you to accompany me to a place." Ding Che smiled.

"Where do you want me to go with you?"

"You'll find out when you go."

"You're just going?" Fan Xiaoyu was a little strange, the first few times he didn't change his appearance was at night, but now it's a sunny day, is he afraid of how eye-catching he will be? "Well," Ding Che replied lightly, "Let's go!" ”

Walk...... All right. He doesn't mind anymore, what does she mind? Besides, she didn't change her face today, and after taking off the mask, her plain face was also a beautiful woman, and there was no such strong contrast between beauty and ugliness, what were you afraid of!

The two skillfully followed the path and left the gas. Come to the heart of Seongnam City, where there are many food stores. After Ding Che bought a bunch of melon and fruit snacks and supplements. So he hired a small boat and let him go west along the Bianhe River.

Fan Xiaoyu was a little curious about who Ding Che wanted to see, but since he said it, he knew it. She didn't want to ask too much, anyway, it would naturally be clear when the time came.

Small boats along the river. Sometimes slowly, sometimes nimble among the many large and small ships, all the way out of the West City, walking for about half an hour before stopping.

"Just stop here!" Ding Che was looking at the scenery along the river all the way, and did not chat with Fan Xiaoyu, and saw the boat traveling to a village. before he spoke.

Fan Xiaoyu followed him to the shore at a simple small wharf, and when he looked up, the autumn grass was half withered, and among the sparse trees, there were old and dilapidated gray houses, but it was a very common poor village next to the canal, and it was a world of difference from the increasingly prosperous Liuhe Town, which was also on the side of the canal.

Ding Che paid for the boat and asked the boat family to wait in place, while he and Fan Xiaoyu walked forward silently with gifts. Familiar 'door' familiar with the road. I guess I've been here before.

What is he doing here? Could it be that he said something that day about the defects and difficulties of robbing the rich and helping the poor, so his eldest son came to learn from Lei Feng today to do good deeds? But his expression didn't seem like that. Fan Xiaoyu secretly guessed. Look as you go.

I saw that near the village, there were many farmers who were working diligently, but they were all very old, and not far from them, there were some children who were also playing while cutting the half-withered yellow grass and putting it in the basket, and occasionally encountered livestock manure. Fan Xiaoyu knew that they were going to take it home to dry as firewood. Although most of the people in Kaifeng Prefecture use carbon, for some people in the countryside with thin incomes, there are still many people who cannot afford to buy carboniferous land.

Walking all the way, it was very quiet, and there was not a single idler, if it weren't for the monotonous sound of spinning and weaving, Fan Xiaoyu almost thought that this was a dead village. The village was small, and the two of them quickly walked to a small courtyard at the end of the village that seemed to have been abandoned.

The houses in this village were already very old, but the one in front of them was even more dilapidated, as if it would collapse in the wind and rain at any time.

Ding Che took a breath, raised his hand slightly, and bent his hand to knock on the 'door' of the courtyard that had been eaten by insects.

"Who, come in, the 'door' is not tethered." An old voice replied, and then, through the crack of the 'door' wide with his fingers, Fan Xiaoyu saw an old 'woman' with a cane and one hand still holding the 'door' of the room.

Ding Che took a deep breath and pushed the 'door' in: "It's me!" ”

"Who are you?" The old woman tilted her head and tilted her left ear towards the courtyard door, her cloudy eyes were blank, and she was obviously blind.

Fan Xiaoyu grabbed Ding Che and motioned him to 'hand' over everything on the ground to him, Ding Che smiled at her reluctantly, then rushed over to help the old woman, and said in a calm voice: "Mama, it's me, I'm Che'er." ”

"Che...... Che'er? The old woman's crutches hit the ground with a bang, and she grabbed Ding Che with her backhand, and her empty eyes widened, "Are you really Che'er?" ”

"Yes, Che'er is not filial, Che'er has only come to see you now, Mama, are you okay with your old man?" Ding Che replied sourly and gently, and while helping the old woman to sit down on the long stone slab by the 'door', he squatted on one knee in front of her, so that she could touch herself.

"Good, good!" When the old 'woman' heard that the person who came was Ding Che, just like her grandmother had seen her own grandson who she hadn't seen for a long time, she suddenly burst into tears, and said yes one by one, while a thin and dry hand had been 'touching' forward indiscriminately.

Ding Che endured his sadness, took the initiative to grab her hand and put it on his face, and let the trunk-like fingers caress his facial features one by one.

"That's right, you are Che'er, these eyebrows', these glasses, this nose, this is my beautiful Che'er! Che'er, where have you been in the past three years, Mama thinks about it day and night, and is worried about you. The old 'woman' said proudly and excitedly, tears kept flowing in her cloudy eyes, and she took Ding Che into her arms and cried bitterly.

"Mama, didn't I come back well? In the past three years, I have been apprenticed to learn art. Ding Che changed the topic and looked up into her eyes, "Mama, your eyes ......"

"Blind, blind two years ago!" If I don't mention this topic, I am even more sad when I mention the old woman, and tears can't help but fall down.

"Mama, don't be sad, you told Che'er how did you move to such a place? What has happened in the past few years? You tell Che'er that Che'er has grown up now, and if Mama has any grievances, Che'er will definitely help you get angry. Ding Che wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and soothed her softly, but his eyes were full of cold cruelty.

"It's all over, it's all over......," the old woman shook her head with infinite embarrassment, but suddenly there was a loud tinnitus in her abdomen, and her old face turned red.

"Mama, how long has it been since you eaten?" Ding Chejun's 'stiff' brows furrowed suddenly.

Fan Xiaoyu had never seen Ding Che's well-behaved and filial appearance, and he was in a daze, when he heard the old woman's stomach screaming, he came to his senses, and before Ding Che could speak, he hurriedly stepped forward to put all the gifts on the stone bench, and at the same time took out a bag of snacks, opened it and handed it over.

Ding Che gave her an emotional glance, picked up a piece of snack and fed it to the old woman's mouth. "It didn't last long, but people don't have a good appetite when they're old, and sometimes they like to be lazy, so they don't cook lunch." The old 'woman' patted Ding Che's hand awkwardly, and was about to continue, when she suddenly felt something on her lips, and it had a sweet smell, and she couldn't help but be stunned.

Ding Che took the opportunity to stuff the pastry into it and said with a smile: "Mama, can you taste what kind of dim sum this is?" ”

The old 'woman' trembled and chewed the pastry in her mouth, and as soon as she was 'excited', tears flowed down again: "The osmanthus 'flower' jujube mud cake in Jiazipu in Tianshui Lane is your favorite food when you were a child." ”

"What about this?" Ding Che smiled and took another piece and stuffed it into the old woman's mouth.

"Chrysanthemum 'flower' cake ......"

"Where's this?"

"The ...... of bean paste"