Reborn in that autumn

Just as she was feeling sad, she heard movement at the door. The woman looked up and said, "I'm back in Jinghong. What's going on?"

The man glanced at the woman and replied: "It's done. Today went very smoothly. I don't know what happened. No one made any trouble when we went to do the transfer today."

The man came over and said to several people: "Please allow us a few days to move, thank you."

Ye Qiu said: "Okay"

The man then walked up to the white-haired old man and said to him: "Dad, it's time for us to leave. Don't look anymore. This house no longer belongs to our Wang family."

The white-haired old man looked at it for a while, then turned back to his son and asked, "Sold."

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Sold."

The white-haired old man was silent for a while, with tears streaming from his eyes.

The middle-aged man said: "Dad, are you crying? Don't worry? Don't be sad. I will still buy it back in my lifetime. Even if I can't buy it back, your grandchildren and great-grandchildren will buy it back one day."

The white-haired old man looked at his son and said sadly: "You are a serious son, you swear"

The middle-aged man said: "I swear"

The white-haired old man said: "Then let's go! Pack up our things and prepare to move out, as well as our Wang family's ancestral hall."

"We have to keep a good record of the location and arrange it properly when we move to a new home."

The middle-aged man said: "I know dad"

When he arrived at the door, the white-haired old man turned around reluctantly and suddenly saw Grandpa Wang standing under the tree.

Wang Yu was attracted by the white-haired old man looking at the tree. He also had a picture of the old locust tree in his mind, so he walked under the old locust tree unknowingly.

"Master, is it you? Master, master, you are back." The white-haired old man suddenly came back tremblingly and asked Wang Yu.

Wang Yu felt confused when he heard the voice. He looked at the old man in front of him and replied: "Master, what master?"

"The patriarch of our Wang family, have you forgotten?" the white-haired old man asked doubtfully.

Suddenly he remembered something and said: "I'm sorry, I seem to have made a mistake. You are not our master, and our master is not that young."

"Our master must have gray hair like me. I'm sorry to admit my mistake," the white-haired old man apologized.

Then he mumbled with a puzzled look on his face: "But you and he look really alike."

"Do you really not know each other?"

Wang Yu asked doubtfully: "Who do you know?"

The white-haired old man did not answer the question. Instead, he asked the middle-aged man next to him: "Son, go to my room, find my photo album, and bring it over."

"It's dad," the middle-aged man glanced at Wang Yu and replied.

He turned around, listened to his father's words, and walked out.

After a while, I came back with an old photo album.

Why do you say it is ancient?

Because it feels tattered and might fall apart at any time.

The middle-aged man said: "Dad, I brought it."

The white-haired old man said: "Give it to me!"

The middle-aged man handed it over.

The white-haired old man took it, walked to the table in front of Ye Qiu and the others, put it on it, and finished it.

Wang Yu saw this and followed him. He was a little curious as to who looked similar to him, or who he looked like.

Eighty percent, this old man must have photos of his biological parents and grandfather!

The white-haired old man rummaged through page after page. While the old man was rummaging, Ye Qiu unexpectedly saw the photos of Grandpa Wang and his mother, the same photo that his grandpa and grandpa saw when they met together.

I guess I washed a lot of the same ones!