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

No, in my impression, the boss is not a rich second-generation entrepreneur, and she has heard Wan'er and the others talk about Ye Fan's glorious legend these two days.

Why did Ye Fan live in an urban village before?

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

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

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

"Oh." Ye Qingcheng followed Ye Fan with an appearance of being taught.

"God, isn't that the child of the old Ye family? How did you get into such a good car?"

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

"Son, look at you. You're playing "Top of the Gods" all day. Day and night, the big brother next door is driving a luxury car, and you're still playing games."

"Hey, isn't it the same for my kid? It's said that he can earn money by fighting that fleet. Now he seems to be possessed."

"I really envy Lao Ye. I've been poor all my life, but I'm looking forward to my son's success. The little girl behind Ye Fan is his girlfriend. She's so beautiful."

"Well, I feel that the children of the old Ye family are all geniuses. Her daughter is now the first in the school every semester in high school. It is estimated that she will become the first celebrity in their high school to be admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University."

....

Ye Fan walked with Ye Qingcheng in the alley, and the uncles and aunts who had just returned from shopping saw them and were all whispering.

But Ye Fan didn't care about this, and soon, he came to the door of his house.

A middle-aged man in his fifties with inconvenient legs and feet was trying to move a gas tank home.

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

"You little bastard, you are finally back, eh, brought your girlfriend back? It looks pretty." Ye Fan's father's eyes stayed on Ye Qingcheng.

Satisfied nodded.

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

"Uh, hello uncle, I'm the boss's secretary, and my name is Ye Qingcheng." Ye Qingcheng said quickly, seeing that he had been misunderstood again.

"Oh, so it's the secretary." Ye Fan's father also suddenly realized.

"Why did you come back so late? Why did you lose weight again? You must not be eating well at home. I'll make a soup for you tonight to nourish your body." At this time, Ye Fan's mother came out of the house, After looking at Ye Fan for a while, he said.

Evan: ? ? ?

He has been eating and drinking in the company all day long. He is afraid that he is high in fat and high blood pressure.

It's really mom!

"Eh? Actually, I've gained a lot of weight. I have something to do this afternoon, so I won't be eating at home..." Ye Fan said resentfully.

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

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

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

"Where's Mayfair?" Ye Fan asked. In fact, Ye Fan has a younger sister who is currently in high school, but that girl is studying very hard. Those who don't go home once a month on vacation stay at school to study. So it was very difficult for Ye Fan to see her once.

At this time in the past, she was a must-see, always chatting in Ye Fan's ear, but this year I didn't see her.

"Fei'er, isn't this the 100-day swearing in the college entrance examination? She said that she should sprint hard and try to get good grades in the test." Ye Fan's mother answered.

"That's it." Ye Fan nodded, this girl worked harder than he was at the time, and even Ye Fan felt ashamed.

"Okay, let's go, Qingcheng, right? You come with us too." Ye Fan's father took out a large bunch of white chrysanthemums from the house, and each person shared a bunch.

"Ah? Can I go too?" Ye Qingcheng was also stunned, holding a bunch of white chrysanthemums, not knowing what to do.

"Okay, keep up, what are you doing stupidly?" Ye Fan greeted her when he saw that Ye Qingcheng was still stunned.

"Uh... well then." Ye Qingcheng quickly followed.

....

Ye Fan's father rarely used his old old crutches, and he did not let anyone help him, but walked forward step by step, like a soldier who did not bow his head to fate.

The distance is not far, about 800 meters. After walking out of the winding alley, it is a small section of deserted road. The weeds on both sides of the concrete road are regenerated, and it seems that this concrete road will be swallowed up.

Ye Qingcheng is a little confused, where is he going? Why does it feel like he is going into the mountain.

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

At the end of the road, there is a staircase leading to the belly of the mountain. The four of them were speechless all the way. After walking through the long staircase, everyone saw a huge monument with vicissitudes of life. On it was written a line of big characters: Jiangcheng Martyrs Cemetery

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

Ye Fan raised his head and looked at the bright red characters above, and was filled with emotion. When Ye Fan was a child, he often listened to his father's chatter. Through the words of his father's generation, he also learned some of the circumstances of the year.

83 years ago, in the war-torn China, the capital city had fallen, and the national disaster was at the forefront. Ye Fan's great-grandfather was a soldier who defended his family and the country. in the closet.

"Son, shall we play a game? You have to hide here. If you don't cry or make trouble before dark, I will reward you when I come back."

Later, the great grandfather rushed out of the house with a gun to fight and never came back.

The grandfather who survived the catastrophe joined the army, witnessed the founding of the motherland with his own eyes, participated in large and small battles, served in the army all his life, and had various medals in his family, and finally died in the counterattack 51 years ago. One year, Ye Fan's father was only 5 years old.

After Ye Fan's father joined the army, he worked in emergency rescue and disaster relief in the huge flood in 1998. In order to save a child, he was hit by a stone and injured his leg. Later, he became a civilian and retired due to injuries within a few years.

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

They must also know that their blood is not wasted in vain, and their efforts are not unrewarded.

There is no quiet time, but someone is carrying the burden for us.

"salute!"

Everyone put the flowers in front of the monument, and Ye Fan's family stood up straight and solemnly gave a standard military salute.

Ye Qingcheng was also infected by this scene, and also saluted.