It's so hard, I'm dressed like a group favorite in the 1960s

"Haha, old man, look at how old you are.

Still angry with me.

This is how my life will be." Uncle Liu's eyes were blurry, as if he was lost in memories.

“My parents died tragically in front of me, at the hands of the enemy. I later joined your army and used my abilities to kill those bastards, avenging my parents.

At that time, I felt that I had no regrets in my life!

So from then on, my only hope is to stay by your side and take care of you. I have always regarded you as my father.

So as a son, isn't it my duty to take care of my father?"

Uncle Liu's eyes were shining at this moment, as if the person with blurred eyes just now was not him.

If it weren't for Mr. Fang and the Fang family, he didn't know what he would become. It was like this, his family gave him endless love and soothed his inner pain.

"You don't have to feel sorry for me, this is the path I chose.

There is nothing wrong with getting married. It just means that you will have someone to live with, and maybe your blood relatives.

But the me now is actually no different from that self.

I have family members like you, and I have relatives like you." Uncle Liu shuddered at the thought of his parents who had tragically died in front of him.

When his parents first passed away, he often had nightmares, always dreaming of the scenes at that time. It was Grandma Fang who accompanied him to sleep every day, and it was Fang Yanjin's father and uncle Fang who always talked to him and played with him.

They were very young at that time, but they never left me to play with other children. They always took me with them to live and make friends.

I still remember that year I was about the same age as Uncle Fang now, still a child of four or five years old.

A group of enemy soldiers came into the village. The village chief found out and quickly informed everyone to escape.

Just as everyone was fleeing to the mountains, the enemy caught up with them. He watched with his own eyes as his fellow villagers fell one after another. His friends, who he usually played with, were also held up by those people with bayonets and died tragically under their bayonets.

His ears were filled with everyone's screams, his eyes were filled with blood. He could no longer shout.

But he also looked at those enemies, who stabbed his parents with knives and wanted to rape his mother. It was his father who risked his life to protect him and his mother.

Just when the enemy was about to stab him with their bayonets, Mr. Fang in his youth and his team rushed over.

A group of people used their backward WQ to fight against the brutal enemy in front of them.

His face was stained with blood, some from his enemies, some from his parents, and some from his fellow villagers...

The blood was warm, but his body was cold. He couldn't speak, but just stared blankly at his parents, covered in blood, his hands still tightly grasping the enemy who was about to stab him.

When Old Master Fang arrived in front of him, his mother had already breathed her last breath as she could no longer bear it. It was his father who was afraid of getting hurt, so he held on with his last breath and waited for the rescue army to arrive.

His father was dragged on Mr. Fang's legs. The man did not ask Mr. Fang to save him, but made his last request as a father to Mr. Fang.

"My son's name is Liu Xiaobao, he is only five years old this year, and his mother and I are his last relatives, but we can no longer hold on.

So if possible, you can keep him by your side, just give him some food and water, and let him grow up.

My name is Liu Aijun and his mother is Fang Yaping. If this child grows up, please tell her my name and her mother's name.

If there is a chance, please let him come to my hometown, to these woods, to see me, his mother, and the other villagers."

Uncle Liu remembered that his father was talking with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He crawled to his father's side and held his father's hand tightly.

Those hands had lifted him up, placed him on their shoulders, taken him crazy, and carried him running.

In the past, my father's hands were so warm, but at that time the hand he held was cold and stained with blood.

Liu Aijun looked at his son lovingly. His eyes were filled with reluctance. He and his wife had longed for the scene when their child grew up, and the family would sit together for dinner...

But I won’t be able to see it anymore.

"Son, follow these military uncles. If you can grow up, you must serve the motherland well.

Remember this uncle, you must repay him. ..."

Liu Aijun wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak anymore. He didn't say his last words, and he didn't close his eyes.

That look seemed to show the world how unwilling he was to accept this, how much he hated these enemies before him. It was they who destroyed his home, killed his family, and made his son homeless, losing his parents, relatives, and friends.

But he no longer had the strength and time to fight, and the last tear flowed from the corner of his eye.

It expresses his attachment and regret to this world, as well as his reluctance to part with his son.

Old Man Fang, sitting on the sofa, looked at the person in front of him and knew that he was recalling the painful memories of his childhood.

"Don't think about it. Isn't life much better now? Let the past be the past. Only if we take good care of ourselves can we reassure our parents.

Live the life you want, don't make things difficult for yourself.

If we have someone we like and have family connections, that is our blessing. If not, then we are just family.”

Old Master Fang stood up and patted Uncle Liu on the shoulder. He also treated the person in front of him as his own son.

He took over the child's future life from Liu Aijun.

From that time on, he told himself that this child was his son, his relative, and he must take good care of him.

"Yan Jin just said a lot on the phone, and every word he said was very exciting. I could really tell he was very happy.

Let's go and see if we can bring something for the Jiang family and that little girl.

Let's wait for Yanjin's mother and uncle to come back, and then we'll discuss what time to go there.

After hearing Yan Jin say so much, I long for the place called Qunshan Village even more. When I get old, I wonder if I can stay there for a while and enjoy my retirement."

Fang Yanjin never thought that his words would make his grandfather have such thoughts.