Qiangba "kick-kick-kick-" went downstairs, and then "kick-kick-kick-" went upstairs, the rhythm was much faster, and his voice was much higher, and when he was about to reach the door, he shouted upstairs: "Here it is - the old descendant is coming." ”

Liu Dayu and Pang Feiteng rushed out of the room, and Director Cao followed closely.

A young man led the way in front and led the three people upstairs, and the one who walked in front was Jianyang Tashi, and behind him was an old man of about seventy years old with a dark face, a dusty face, and a wrinkled face, the old man had one eye blazing and the other eye was half-closed. Undoubtedly, this person is Jianyang Zhuobu.

I don't know what's going on, Liu Dayu's heart is a little sour, the old man's hair is gray, his back is slightly hunched, and he is already old. The height of the old man is about 1.65 meters, and his facial features are like a knife, with sharp edges and corners; The wrinkles on the brow and the corners of the eyes crisscrossed like crumpled and unfolded paper.

Liu Dayu rushed downstairs, followed by Pang Feiteng - he was also very excited.

At the turn of the stairs, the upper and lower passers-by turn together.

"Abba, this is Captain Liu I told you, Captain Liu, this is my Abba."

Liu Dayu held the old man's rough hand tightly.

Although the hand is rough, it is very powerful, some people shake hands hard, some people shake hands without force, do not use force, should be regarded as a kind of coping, the old man's hand is hard to hold, the hard hand, is the hand with the heart. I didn't know each other, just with this small action, Liu Dayu felt the sincerity of the old man.

"Old man, I'm sorry to let your old man walk so far to 'Gudun Town'!"

"It's okay, I've been running on this road for most of my life, and I've long been accustomed to it, but I've wronged you, this kind of suffering is not something ordinary people can bear." There was a sincere smile on his bronzed face, and his voice was as loud as a bronze bell.

Liu Dayu supported the right arm of Jianyang Zhuobu, slowly approached the room, led him to the kang and sat down, and then looked at Qiangba and said, "Brother, bring dinner!" Is there any soup? ”

"What soup do you want?"

"What soup quenches thirst and fatigue?"

"Mutton vermicelli mushroom soup."

"A big bowl per person."

Qiangba went downstairs with his guys.

Liu Dayu walked to the corner of the wall, carried a hot water bottle, poured it into the copper basin, picked up the wooden bucket, mixed a little cold water into the copper basin, and finally put the towel hanging on the wall into the basin: "Old man, you wash your face first, go to the dust on your face." ”

"How can I bother you to do such a thing?" Zhuobu was a little flattered.

Liu Dayu did not do this politely, let alone put on a show, from the moment he saw Zhuo Bu, he was in awe of this old man. This kind of emotion did not come out of thin air, before that, Liu Dayu's brain had stored a lot of information related to Jianyang Zhuobu - as long as he thought of Jianyang Zhuobu's tragic life experience and life experience, Liu Dayu's heart was uncomfortable, before, he also knew what serfdom in Tibet was all about, but this information was learned from books and movies, and now this person who had struggled under the oppression of inhumane serfdom was sitting in front of him.

Jianyang Hule carried his father to the copper basin: "Abba, you can wash it!" ”