Although the old man's words were a little sudden, Ling Hong still replied. Firstly, he was quite familiar with the old man on the tricycle. Secondly, he had to keep a low profile since there were people around.
"Yes." Ling Hong nodded.
"Your grandfather's surname is also Ling?" the old man asked.
"Of course." Ling Hong did not know whether to laugh or cry. What else could his grandfather's surname be other than Ling?
The old man was stunned when he saw Ling Hong nod. He only raised his head after a long while.
Grandfather Ling seemed to have understood something. However, he was afraid that this feeling was fake. Hence, he did not say anything.
"Little Six? You're Ling Little Six. "The old man looked at Grandfather Ling and shouted decisively.
"How did you know?" Grandfather Ling heard a title that he had not heard for many years. In the past, he was the sixth child in the family, so he was called Ling Little Six.
"Hahahaha, it really is you. Ling Little Six, Ling Little Six. Your body is much stronger than when you were young. No wonder I can't recognize you. We haven't seen each other for decades." After hearing Grandfather Ling's reply, the old man burst into laughter.
The old man on the tricycle was so excited that the wrinkles on his face smoothed out. He even reached out and patted Grandfather Ling's shoulder.
"Pa! Pa!" The grandpa patted Grandfather Ling's shoulder with great force.
Seeing that the old man was so forceful that his grandfather's suit was wrinkled, Ling Hong could not help but worry.
One should know that his grandfather was very particular about his appearance. He would never wear clothes with wrinkles. However, Grandfather Ling seemed to be stunned and did not react.
"Class Monitor Jia, you are Class Monitor Jia?" After a while, Grandfather Ling finally reacted. He stared at the old man and shouted.
This was the first time Ling Hong had seen such an excited tone and expression. The old man's face turned red and he immediately grabbed the old man's hand.
"Haha, what fake class monitor? I am the real class monitor." The old man laughed and suppressed his excitement.
"It really is you, Class Monitor. You … What happened to you?" Grandfather Ling took a step forward and squeezed Ling Hong out of the queue. He grabbed the old man's arm and looked at him carefully.
The two old men sized each other up as if there was no one else around, like a pair of brothers who had not seen each other for a long time.
On the other hand, Ling Hong, who was squeezed out of the group, quietly took a step back, maintaining a distance that would not disturb the two.
"What's wrong with me? Do I look younger than you? Just by looking at you, I can tell that you have a lot of things to worry about," the grandpa said proudly as he looked at Grandfather Ling's white hair.
"But, Class Monitor, you led our class to fight the ambush. You are a war hero. How could you …" Grandfather Ling was at a loss for words.
The tricycle driver, whom Grandfather Ling addressed as Class Monitor Jia, was dressed very ordinarily. One look was enough to tell that his clothes were very clean, but they were very cheap. Even the sleeves of his clothes had turned white. From Grandfather Ling's point of view, it was obvious that he had not lived a good life.
"Don't talk nonsense. I'm living a good life. Haven't you seen me eat here? The dishes of Boss Yuan are both expensive and delicious. I can't get rid of my appetite for good food." The grandpa waved his hand indifferently.
Grandfather Ling wanted to say something else, but seeing that the grandpa really did not care, he swallowed his words and changed it to, "Class Monitor Jia, how have you been all these years?"
"Yes, you should call me Brother Jia," the grandpa said with a smile.
"Of course, of course. You have always been my Brother Jia," Grandfather Ling's eyes were a little red, but he still nodded and said.
"Ling Little Six, looks like you are doing well too. You don't seem to be missing any arms or legs."
Class Monitor Jia, who was also the grandpa, smiled as he looked at Grandfather Ling's legs and arms. If anyone else said that to Ling Hong, his grandfather would definitely be furious. However, when the grandpa said it, tears welled up in Grandfather Ling's eyes.
"I'm doing very well. Of course, it's all thanks to Brother Jia for carrying me down the mountain," Grandfather Ling nodded repeatedly.
"That's nothing. We were both overseas at that time. After carrying you down, I went back up the mountain. After that, we haven't seen each other since. It's been so many years," Grandpa Jia sighed.
"That's right. I was seriously injured at that time. Since the battle ended very quickly, I was sent back to my country for treatment. It has been 37 years since then," Grandfather Ling replied.
"That's not bad. I was worried that you would die," Grandpa Jia nodded and said.
Grandfather Ling sighed softly and said, "I'm just worried that we would die."
"I don't know about the others, and I can't find them either. But now that we have met, it's good, it's good." Grandpa Jia smiled and nodded slowly. A large part of the reason why he had traveled all over the country on his tricycle was to complete the task that his comrades had entrusted to him.
Of the comrades who had died, the youngest had just reached adulthood. Before they died, they had asked Grandpa Jia to pass on a message, such as, "I've lost 1.5 kilograms," "Qianqian, I actually like you a lot," etc. As the class monitor, Grandpa Jia had promised to pass on the message. Grandpa Jia had been doing this for 20 years. Due to the lack of information, there were still two messages that he did not pass on, but he did not give up.
As long as the veterans were alive, the promise would not be broken.
"Yes, yes, yes. Today is really a good day, a good day. Let's go have a drink," Grandfather Ling happily held onto Grandpa Jia's arm.
"Go, go, go. I'm saving it for dinner. You haven't tried it yet, right? The dishes cooked by this Yuan chef are really delicious. Even the taste of the Chives Scrambled Eggs is definitely different from what you've eaten," Grandpa Jia teased.
"How many years has it been? Why are you still bringing it up?" Grandfather Ling immediately said with dissatisfaction.
"Haha, I can't help it. I recognized you because of this sentence," Grandpa Jia laughed without holding back.
"What sentence? What old sentence?" Ling Hong, who was at the side, interrupted at the right time. The atmosphere suddenly became relaxed.
"Why are you interrupting, kid?" Grandfather Ling glared at Ling Hong with dissatisfaction.
"So, this is your grandson? Not bad," Grandpa Jia praised with a smile.
"He's my disappointing grandson who doesn't know anything. Come over and greet him," Grandfather Ling said to Grandpa Jia while the latter sentence was directed at Ling Hong.
Of course, when facing Ling Hong, he would not be so gentle. He directly pulled Ling Hong over and brought him to Grandpa Jia.
"How should I address him, grandpa? You haven't told me yet," Ling Hong said helplessly.
"Naturally, grandpa. My grandson is Class Monitor Jia's grandson," Grandfather Ling said solemnly.
"Hello, Grandpa Jia. I'm Ling Hong," Ling Hong greeted obediently.
After all, Ling Hong was talented in reading people's expressions. Grandpa Jia was just an old man riding a tricycle in the past. At most, he was just an interesting storyteller.
But now, looking at the solemn expression on his grandfather's face, he knew that this matter was very serious. Therefore, Ling Hong was also very serious.
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