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"Oh." Ye Qingcheng also got out of the car in shock, but when she saw the surroundings, she was also a little confused.

No, the boss is not a rich second-generation entrepreneur in the impression, and she has listened to Wan'er and the others telling Ye Fan's glorious legend in the past two days, that is really a rich and powerful second-generation rich.

Why did Ye Fan live in a village in the city before?

"Can't believe it?" Ye Fan saw her expression and knew what she was thinking.

"Yeah, boss, I always thought you were a rich second-generation entrepreneur. Even if the business fails, you can go back and inherit the billions of fortunes from your father." Ye Qingcheng nodded and said.

"Hehe, it’s just a rumor. It’s just a rumor. It’s just spread to you. I don’t know how many versions. It’s normal. What we have to do is not to follow the trend, not to rumors, and to keep our own opinions. "Ye Fan said lightly.

"Oh." Ye Qingcheng followed Ye Fan with a look of being taught.

"Gosh, isn't that the child of the old Ye family? Why did you get in such a good car?"

"I heard that he has only graduated for three years, he is indeed young and promising."

"Son, look at you, and watch what you are playing on "Top of the Gods" all day long. Day and night, the big brother next door is driving in a luxury car, and you are still playing games."

"Hey, isn't it the same for my kid, saying that he can make money by fighting that fleet. Now he seems to be possessed."

"I really envy Lao Ye. I've been working hard for a lifetime, but I'm looking forward to his son's coming. The little girl behind Ye Fan is his girlfriend, she's so pretty."

"No, I feel that the children of the old Ye family are all geniuses. Her daughter is now first in the school every semester in high school. It is estimated that she will become the first celebrity admitted to Tsinghua and Peking University in their high school."

....

Ye Fan was walking in the alley with Ye Qingcheng, and the aunts and grandpas who had just returned from buying vegetables saw them and they were all whispering.

But Ye Fan didn't care about this, and soon he came near his door.

A middle-aged man with inconvenient legs and feet, about fifty years old, is trying to move a gas tank home.

"Dad, what are you doing, let me come." Ye Fan quickly walked up and carried the heavy gas tank into the house.

"You little bastard, you finally came back, eh, came back with your girlfriend? Looks pretty pretty." Dad Ye Fan's gaze stayed on Ye Qingcheng, and he nodded in satisfaction.

"Dad, what are you talking about? What do you mean by bringing my girlfriend back? Also, didn't I tell you that I started a small company, this is my secretary Ye Qingcheng." Ye Fan walked out of the house. Pat the dust on the clothes.

"Uh, hello, uncle, I am the boss's secretary, and my name is Ye Qingcheng." Ye Qingcheng saw that he was misunderstood again, and said quickly.

"Oh, it turned out to be the secretary." Ye Fan's father also suddenly realized.

"Why didn't you come back so late? Why did you lose weight again? I definitely don't have a good meal at home outside. I'll cook a soup for you to nourish your body tonight." At this time, Ye Fan's mother walked out of the house. After looking at Ye Fan, he said.

Ye Fan:? ? ?

He was eating and drinking big fish and meat all day at the company. He was afraid that he had high fat and high blood pressure. Yesterday, he also measured his weight. My Teniang gained ten pounds.

It really is a real mother!

"Eh? Actually, I have gained a lot. I still have something to do this afternoon, so I won't eat at home..." Ye Fan said bitterly.

"By the way, Mom, let me introduce this. This is my secretary." Ye Fan said quickly, fearing that his mother might misunderstand again.

"Hello, Auntie, my name is Ye Qingcheng." Ye Qingcheng politely smiled at Ye Fan's mother.

Because Ye Fan hadn't come back for too long, the two chatted again.

"What about Mayfair?" Ye Fan asked. Actually, Ye Fan still has a younger sister who is currently in high school, but that girl studies very hard. She stays at school and does not go home once a month. So it is difficult for Ye Fan to see her once.

At this time in the past, she must be there, always whispering in Ye Fan's ears, but this year I haven't seen her.

"Mayfair, isn't this already a 100-day swearing teacher for the college entrance examination? She said she should sprint hard and try to get good results in the exam." Ye Fanma answered.

"That's it." Ye Fan nodded, this girl has worked harder than he did at the time, and even Ye Fan himself is ashamed.

"Okay, let's go, Qingcheng, right? You come with us too." Father Ye Fan took out a large bunch of white chrysanthemums from home, and divided them into a bunch.

"Ah? Can I go too?" Ye Qingcheng was also dumbfounded, holding a bunch of white chrysanthemums and wondering what to do.

"Okay, follow up, what are you doing stupidly." Ye Fan saw Ye Qingcheng still stunned where she was, and said hello to her.

"Uh... then all right." Ye Qingcheng quickly followed.

....

What Ye Fan's father rarely saw was that he didn't use his old crutches and didn't let anyone support him. Instead, he walked forward step by step, like a warrior who didn't bow to fate.

The distance is not far, about 800 meters, and out of the winding alley is a short section of deserted road. The weeds on both sides of the concrete road are reborn, as if to swallow this concrete road.

Ye Qingcheng was a little confused, where he was going, how did it feel like he was going into the mountain.

But she looked at Ye Fan and his parents with solemn expressions, and she was too embarrassed to speak.

At the end of the road, there was a section of stairs leading directly to the mountainside. The four of them were speechless all the way. After walking through the long stairs, everyone saw a huge and vicissitudes of life monument with a line written on it: Jiangcheng Martyrs Cemetery

For a moment, Ye Qingcheng also understood something, and his little nervous expression was also full of seriousness.

Ye Fan raised his head and looked at the bright red characters above, feeling full of emotions. When Ye Fan was a child, he listened to his father's chattering. Through the words of his parents, he also learned some of the situation back then.

83 years ago, the war-torn Huaxia Land, the capital city has fallen, and the national crisis is at the forefront. Ye Fan's grandfather is a soldier who defends the country. When the city is destroyed and his family is destroyed, the grandfather releases his young grandfather In the closet.

"Son, can we play a game? You have to hide here. If you can't cry or make trouble before dark~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I will give you a reward when I come back."

Later, Grandpa took a gun and rushed out of the house to fight, and never came back.

The grandfather who survived that catastrophe joined the army and witnessed the founding of the motherland with his own eyes. He participated in all kinds of battles. He still had various medals in his life. He finally died in the counterattack 51 years ago. Ye Fan's father was only 5 years old in one year.

Ye Fan's father joined the army and rescued and rescued a child in the devastating flood in 1998. In order to save a child, he was hit by a stone on his leg. Later, he became a civilian and retired due to injuries within a few years.

Every year today, Ye Fan's family will come here to send a bunch of flowers to the heroic souls who are resting on the ground, let the heroic souls know that there are still many people who miss them in this world.

They must also know that their blood has not flowed in vain, and their efforts are not without return.

There are no years of peace, it's just that someone is carrying the weight for us.

"salute!"

Everyone placed the flowers in front of the monument, and Ye Fan's family stood upright and solemnly respected a standard military salute.

Ye Qingcheng was also infected by this scene, and followed by salute.