Just as the old lady passed by with her basket of vegetables, she took a look and praised with a smile, "Aigoo, this young man is really handsome! Is he a new movie star? Why haven't I seen him on TV before?"

She doesn't recognize Xin Yihan?

Rong Jian heart tightened, immediately and Liu Xiaofan exchanged a look, was about to ask, the old man pointed to the photo took the lead,"What do you see ah? All day long you know the TV stars and fresh meat, even your own village students do not recognize! Take a look for yourself."

"You say this young man is a descendant of our own village?" The old lady put down the basket of vegetables with great disbelief, wiped her hands on her apron, took the photo and stood in a bright place and squinted her eyes for a long while before asking softly in a skeptical tone, "This, is Hanzi?"

"Who else can it be if not Hanzi?" The old man grabbed the photo with his hands and tsked in praise, "I've always praised Hanzi for his good features, only his skin is a bit dark, I didn't expect his skin to become so white after entering the city, it's true that drinking bleach-added tap water is not the same!"

"Old man, you're wrong, you should say 'Buddha wants golden clothes and man wants clothes'." The old lady came over to look at it, correcting the old man's words as she did so, "The Hanzi in the photo looks as handsome as a big star, isn't it because of this golden garment that sets him off?"

"Big Momma ..."

The old man disagreed with his wife's statement and interrupted Rong Jian's words to refute his wife, "If your skin is not white, you can't get rid of the mud leggedness of your body even if you wear the most expensive clothes."

"moncler outlet ..."

"Who said that you can't get rid of mud leggedness by wearing golden clothes?" The old lady directly ignored Rong Jian and went toe-to-toe with the old man, "When I wore my daughter's newly purchased leather coat during last year's New Year's Eve, weren't you the one who said that I was as foreign as a city woman?"

"Gee whiz, didn't I say that because my daughter had warned me beforehand? She's afraid that you won't wear that dress if I hit you, and she can't return it if she bought it all the way here."

"Good old man, so you ..."

"Eh-eh! Grandpa, Grandma!" Afraid that they would really get into a fight, Rong Jian hurriedly pulls them away together with Liu Xiaofan while digressing, "Is Yihan's house far from yours? We want to go to his house to take a look."

To show that he was on good terms with Xin Yihan, he omitted the last name when referring to her again.

"It's not far, just five or six houses past to the west." The old man still knew how to look at the big picture, and immediately stopped arguing with his wife, walked quickly out of the hall, and pointed to the west, "Here, it's just over there. Did he commission you to come and see it?"

"Uh, no. We were passing by Xin Jia Fang, saw that the scenery over here was very nice, thought that Yi Han was from here, and came in to look with curiosity."

"I guessed it wasn't Hanzi who called you all to come and see." The old man let out a sigh, "Since his family passed away five or six years ago, he hasn't even set foot in the village entrance, not to mention his home. We all know that he doesn't come back because he's afraid of being touched and seeing things, and we understand that he doesn't come back."

"It's no wonder Hanzi didn't come back, anyone who comes back and sees a dead person in the house will not be able to stand it." The old lady also sighed deeply, and answered, "It's also futile to come back, the closest people are dying one after another, and those who can't think straight will have to get sadness! I've heard that people with melancholia will commit suicide."

"That's called melancholia! It's not called melancholia!" The old man corrected the old woman.

"That's what it means anyway. Alas, it's actually the poorest people alive."

"This is all fate." The old man also sighed deeply before turning to Rong Jian and asking, "Is Hanzi doing well in the city now?"

"He's doing well now, he's become a big boss, and he's in charge of many employees under him." Rong Jian tried his best to communicate with them in layman's terms.

"I know he has become a big boss, I am asking if he has married a daughter-in-law yet, knowing that in two years he will be thirty years old, and some of the backwoodsmen in the village who are about the same age as him have children in elementary school."

"Oh, you ask this ah, he's married, the daughter-in-law he married is gentle, beautiful and capable, a good hand inside and out." Seeing that the old man did not know about Xin Yihan's situation, Rong Jian ignored the matter of Yin Xiaotian's crime.

"Really? Then his parents can laugh in the grave too."

"Did he have children?" The old lady was more concerned about that.

"Uh, not yet, Yi-han said she's still young and wants to focus on her career first."

"Eh yo, career and having children are not two different things?" The old lady slapped her thigh with some anxiety, "You go back to see Hanzi must persuade him more, tell him that Zhuzi and Dahua have become the father of two children, and their oldest child is in the first class, tell Hanzi to learn from Zhuzi and Dahua."

"Will do will do, thank you for your concern, Auntie."

"Grandpa, grandma, are you sure that the person in this photo is the Hanzi you know?" Liu Xiaofan really couldn't help but ask a rhetorical question.

The old man froze for a moment, then got a little upset,"Young man, you doubt my eyesight? I'm only in my fifties, I'm not seventy years old!"

"Uh ..."

"moncler, is this way," see Liu Xiaofan stammers, Rong Jian rush to help explain, "before we once jokingly take also Han five or six years ago photo to our other friends to see, they even can not recognize that is also Han. You guys haven't seen Yihan in five or six years, so how can you recognize Yihan from a photo?"

"Hanzi also just got a little whiter skin, her features didn't change much ah. Of course, I mostly noticed this," the old man pointed to Xin Yihan's earlobes on one of the photos.

It was only then that Rong Jian and Liu Xiaofan noticed a not very conspicuous black mole on Xin Yihan's left earlobe, and he then expressed his suspicion,"You two are not immediate relatives with the Yihan family, nor are you next door neighbors, you are just people from the same village, so how could you remember the features on him so clearly?"

"Because Hanzi and my family Dahua are very much related." The old lady smiled and took over to explain, "He is one day older than my Dahua. I remember the day Hanzi was born his grandmother specially gave me candies to eat, so that I could dip into her grandson's good fortune and turn around and give birth to a big fat boy as well, I didn't expect that I really gave birth to a son the next day, and at that time it made my family very happy."

The old man, also infected with his wife's happiness, added with a smile, "The funniest thing is that Dahua has a black mole on his right earlobe, and Hanzi is a black mole on his left earlobe; for this reason the village jokes that the two must have been blood brothers in their past lives."

Rong Jian asked rhetorically, "That means many people in your village know that Yi Han has a black mole on his left earlobe?"

"Yeah! Most of the uncles and aunts who have grown them all their lives know about it. Don't you guys think it's funny, too?"

"Yes, yes, I think this is too much of a coincidence." Rong Jian hurriedly answered, fearing that they would become suspicious and not be able to ask more questions.

"Coincidence is coincidental, but it's a pity that my family Dahua is far from Hanzi. He has become a big boss at a young age and has done a lot for the village. The big road that you walk into the village, the smooth irrigation ditches on both sides of the road, the bright streetlights, and the public toilets and theater in the village, all of which Hanzi has contributed money to. By the way, he also rebuilt the school for the village. Now the school where the children go to school is spacious and bright, and HANZI still wants to pay for the construction of a playground for the school which was rejected by the villagers ..."

"Why did you refuse?" Liu Xiaofan interjected with a rhetorical question.

"Why? Because Yihan has given the village too many favors ah, people think that people should know how to be content, do not count on others Hanzi everything. Besides, Yihan is not young anymore, we can't let him use all the money he earns on building his hometown, we have to let him save money for himself to get married and raise children. Besides, he also helped the village to apply for the tourism resources project, when the village's reputation as a tourist attraction rises, the city people will surely be like bees smelling the fragrance of the flowers and rush over to play, then we can make good use of the local resources, and then work harder, there is still no worry about not getting rich?"

The old lady nodded her head in agreement with the old man's words, "Our village used to be poor, but now the days are better than five or six years ago, and everyone is already very content, thanks to Hanzi. We know that he truly treats us as his parents and relatives, for him, when we have a good life, it is the same as his parents and sister have a good life."

"How did his parents and sister die?" Rong Jian only finished asking and hurriedly explained, "Every time I asked Yi Han about these words, he would digress, unwilling to talk more."

"It's understandable that he doesn't want to talk much about it, just as we can understand him leaving the family behind and never coming back. His sister died of a disease. Alas, it's not really a terminal illness, it's because there was no money to treat it, delayed the condition, and caused it to die at a young age."

"In the past, not only his family was poor, all of us were poor." The old lady echoed the old man's words, "In order to treat her sister, the group raised money twice, but still could not come up with the huge medical expenses, and could only watch the little girl die of illness. As for his parents, was killed in an accidental car accident, is to go to the city to see him on the road was hit by a car and died, for this he has always had a shadow in his heart, I think this is also one of the reasons why he does not want to come back to the right, afraid to come back to more than just will be sad, but also guilt and remorse."

Liu Xiaofan asked, "After Yihan developed and did so many things for the village, was he actually repaying everyone for helping his family back then?"

The old man glanced at the old lady before replying, "I don't think it's entirely because of this, the main thing should still be that he has feelings for this village as well as the people in it. So even though we know he won't come back to this house, everyone will still spontaneously clean and ventilate his old house, keeping it as much as possible in its original state. Sometimes we also think that maybe one day he can let go of his sadness and want to bring his children and wife back to see his home."

"Little brother, you return to the city if you meet also Han, but also please help more persuade him ah, after all, his parents and sister has died so many years, the put down have to put down, have to live their own days, this is the best comfort to his dead parents and sister ah."

The old man hurriedly added, "And please also tell him that there are still many uncles and brothers in the village who miss him very much, so let him come back and visit sometime."

"Will do will do." Rong Jian hurriedly picked up, "I'll thank you and the villagers for your concern for him on behalf of Yi Han."

After beating around the bush and asking a bunch of questions, seeing that he couldn't ask anything, Rong Jian casually found an excuse, took Liu Xiaofan to say goodbye to the old man and his wife, and went out of Xinjiafang and back to the car.

"Team Rong, it seems that we were overly concerned, Mr. Xin and Ling Xiaodong can't be related at all." Liu Xiaofan said while fastening his seatbelt.

"It's too early to say that. We won't know until we try again." Rong Jian raised the business card in his hand as he spoke.

Liu Xiaofan was somewhat surprised, "Team Rong, you ..."

"Go back and talk." Rong Jian sells a secret, not answering no matter how much Liu Xiaofan asks again, and starts the car on his own.