C2011 (1/2)

After taking a bus and riding a bicycle at the place where he got off the bus, Fu ran came to a courtyard with black tiles and white walls in front of the quiet lake, facing the rippling water of a river. Such a place is really not available, and it is also priceless in the market. This is a reward given by the state to Mr. Lin, and thanks to his great contribution to the country for so many years, such a gift is naturally rejected for an old revolution like Mr. Lin. however, when people get older, they always have to return to their roots. The whole city of a may never find such a place again, so he finally accepted the organization's arrangement, but he did not accept the gift It means to live only for one hundred years and then return it to the state.

If the ordinary people, there is no reason not to accept, but for people like Lin, such a decision is not unusual.

Fu ran knocks on the door, and a generous looking aunt opens the door. This is old Lin's aunt, who is responsible for taking care of old Lin's food and daily life. He has never been married in his life, and has devoted all his life to it. It can be said that it is really a great achievement.

”Auntie.” Fu ran called out, and her aunt gave way.

”It's Miss Ran Ran. Mr. Lin has already explained that he is waiting for you. Come in quickly.”

The small courtyard with winding paths leads to secluded scenery. Under the careful care of Mr. Lin, the wind is clear and the clouds are full of green. Everywhere, you can see vigorous vitality, accompanied by colorful flowers. It is really beautiful.

After passing through a small bamboo garden, Fu ran saw an old man sitting beside the stone table.

But the spirit of the old man is excellent, wearing a loose cloth shirt, wearing a pair of presbyopia glasses on his nose, reading the newspaper in his hand.

”Old Lin.” Fu ran called out, and the old man over there raised his head and looked at her with a kind smile, ”come and come, you're here at the right time. Please read today's newspaper for me.”

”Good.”

Fu Ran is young and has a good voice. His voice is mellow. When his aunt comes over with tea and fruit, he hears Fu Ran's pronunciation. It seems that spring breeze turns rain into rain. Lin closes his eyes with a smile, which is also a great enjoyment.

After reading the last word, Fu ran put down the newspaper and took a sip of tea. Then he gave Shanglin an indelible look: ”Mr. Lin, if there is any newspaper, take it out and I'll read it to you.”

”That's all for today. Your voice is not so wasteful. Drink more tea.”

”It's OK. It's just a little bit of reading. I'm relieved to see that you are still so healthy.”

”That's not true.” One side of the aunt can't help but help, ”I took care of so many people, Lin's age is really the best I've ever seen.”