Chapter 892 Fried Eggs with Chives

Although the old man's words were a bit sudden, Ling Hong still answered. Firstly, the old man riding a tricycle was quite familiar with him. Secondly, there were people guarding him and he had to keep a low profile.

"Yes." Ling Hong nodded.

"Your grandfather's surname is Ling too?" the old man asked.

"Of course." Ling Hong couldn't laugh or cry. His grandfather's surname was not Ling.

When the old man saw Ling Hong nodding, he was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to look up.

Mr. Ling seemed to understand something, but he was afraid that this feeling was false, so he felt a little confused and remained silent.

"Xiao Liu? You are Ling Xiao Liu." The old man looked at Mr. Ling and shouted decisively.

"How do you know?" Mr. Ling heard a title he hadn't heard for many years. He used to be the sixth child in the family, so he was called Ling Xiaoliu.

"Hahahaha, it's really you, Ling Xiaoliu, Ling Xiaoliu, your body is much stronger than when you were young. No wonder I don't recognize you anymore. We haven't seen each other for decades." After hearing Mr. Ling's answer, the old man The uncle burst out laughing instantly.

The old man riding a three-wheeler looked excited, and the wrinkles on his face were relaxed. He even reached out and patted Mr. Ling on the shoulder.

"Papa" the old man slapped very hard, making a sound on Mr. Ling's shoulder.

Seeing the old man patting his grandfather's suit so hard that it was wrinkled, Ling Hong couldn't help but feel worried.

You must know that his grandfather paid great attention to appearance and would not wear wrinkled clothes at all, but Mr. Ling seemed to be stunned and did not react.

"Captain Jia, are you Squad Leader Jia?" After a while, Mr. Ling came to his senses, stared at the old man tightly, and said loudly.

The excitement in the tone and expression was the first time Ling Hong had seen it. The old man's face turned red with excitement, and he directly grabbed the old man's hand with his backhand.

"Haha, what a fake squad leader, I'm the real squad leader." The old man laughed and said with suppressed excitement.

"It's really you, squad leader, you, squad leader, you...what are you doing?" Mr. Ling stepped forward, squeezed Ling Hong out of the queue, grabbed the old man's arm with both hands, and looked at him carefully.

The two old men just looked at each other as if no one else was watching, like a pair of brothers they hadn't seen for a long time.

Ling Hong, who was squeezed out of the team, quietly took a step back, keeping a distance that would not disturb the two of them.

"Why do I look younger than you? I can see from your appearance that you have a lot of things to worry about." The old man looked at Mr. Ling's white hair with pride and said.

"But, squad leader, you led our squad to fight the ambush. You are a fighting hero. How could this happen..." Mr. Ling was at a loss for words.

The old man on the tricycle, who was called Captain Jia by Mr. Ling, was really ordinary in his clothes. Although the clothes were clean, they were very cheap. Even the sleeves were a bit white. This was obviously excessive in Mr. Ling's opinion. Not well.

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm living a good life. I haven't seen you come here to eat. Boss Xiao Yuan's food is expensive and delicious. I can't stop craving for food." The old man waved his hand nonchalantly.

Mr. Ling wanted to say something else, but seeing that he really didn't care, he swallowed the rest of what he wanted to say and replaced it with: "How have you been doing, Monitor Jia, for so many years?"

"Okay, you should call me Brother Jia." The old man said with a smile.

"Of course, of course, you have always been my Brother Jia." Mr. Ling's eyes were a little red, but he still nodded.

"Ling Xiaoliu, you seem to be doing well too, and you're not short of arms and legs."

Monitor Jia, the old man, looked at Mr. Ling's legs and arms with a smile. Ling Hong could guarantee that his grandfather would be glaring when others said this, but Mr. Sanlun's words brought tears to Mr. Ling's eyes.

"I'm doing very well. Of course, thanks to Brother Jia for carrying me down from the mountain." Mr. Ling nodded repeatedly.

"What's the matter? We were abroad at the time. After I carried you down, I went up again, and we haven't seen each other since. It's been so many years.

"Uncle Jia sighed.

"Yes, I was seriously injured at that time. Because the battle ended quickly, I was asked to return to China for medical treatment. It must have been thirty-seven years since we said goodbye." Mr. Ling replied.

"That's right, I'm still worried about your life." Uncle Jia nodded and then said.

Mr. Ling sighed lowly and said, "I'm just afraid that our brothers will die."

"Others don't know and can't be found, but now we meet, it's okay." Uncle Jia nodded slowly with a smile. In the past few years, he traveled around on a tricycle. A large part of the reason was to fulfill the mission of his comrades-in-arms. Please give him something to do.

The comrades who died that year, the youngest of whom was just an adult, asked Uncle Jia to say something before his death, such as "I lost three pounds," "Qianqian, I actually like you very much," etc. Uncle Jia agreed as the squad leader. , you must bring them all one by one. Uncle Jia has been doing this for twenty years. Because there is very little information and there are still two sentences that have not been brought in, Uncle Jia still does not give up.

The veteran will not die, and the promise will not be broken.

"Yes, yes, today is a good day. It's a good day. Let's go for a walk and drink." Mr. Ling happily took Uncle Jia's arm.

"Go, go, I want to save it for dinner. You haven't tasted it yet, Xiao Yuan's cooking is really delicious. Even the fried eggs with chives must taste different from what you eat." Uncle Jia said teasingly.

"This has been an old joke for many years, and you are still mentioning this." Mr. Ling immediately said with dissatisfaction.

"Haha, I can't help it, I recognized you by just these words." Uncle Jia smiled unceremoniously.

"What's the joke? What's the old joke?" Ling Hong from the side intervened in timely, and the atmosphere suddenly became relaxed.

"Why are you interrupting me?" Mr. Ling glared at Ling Hong dissatisfied.

"This is your grandson, a nice young man." Uncle Jia praised with a smile.

"That's my unsatisfactory grandson who knows nothing. Come here and call someone." The first sentence Mr. Ling said was to Uncle Jia, and the second sentence was to Ling Hong.

Of course, he wouldn't be so gentle towards Ling Hong, and directly grabbed him and pulled him in front of Uncle Jia.

"What's your name? Grandpa, you haven't said it yet." Ling Hong said helplessly.

"Of course I am called Grandpa, my grandson is the grandson of Squad Leader Jia." Mr. Ling said seriously.

"Hello Grandpa Jia, I'm Ling Hong." Ling Hong greeted him obediently.

After all, Ling Hong had a talent for looking at people's faces. Although in the past, Uncle Jia was just an old man riding a three-wheeler, he could only tell interesting stories.

But now looking at his grandfather's serious look, he knew that this matter was serious, so Ling Hong was also very serious.

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