In the courtyard, everyone is afraid of the little boy who is so smart!

She opened the door and saw Na Cuiping. Just as she was about to invite Na Cuiping in, she saw a few people behind Na Cuiping.

With a smile on her face and a look of curiosity in her eyes, she said to Cuiping:

"Xiao Na, who are these people..."

Na Cuiping quickly introduced: "Aunt, these people are from the Great Northern Wilderness, and they are here to see Secretary Dong."

After that, he said to Wang Jianguo and others:

"This is Secretary Dong's lover."

Several people smiled and nodded, and He Yushui said sweetly:

"Hello, Grandma Dong."

Grandma Dong's face lit up when she heard this and she happily agreed. Her smile was as bright as a spring flower, making people feel extremely warm.

Grandma Dong warmly welcomed them into the house. After entering the house, the first thing that caught their eyes was the simple and warm decoration of the house.

At this time, Secretary Dong, who was concentrating on watering the flowers in the backyard, vaguely heard the noise in the front room.

He straightened up slightly, listened attentively for a moment, and then shouted loudly into the room:

"Who is that, old woman?"

The voice was loud and powerful, echoing in the air.

Grandma Dong was smiling and welcoming the visitor. When she heard Secretary Dong's question, her smile became even brighter and she quickly replied:

"It's Xiao Na, she brought a few people with her, saying they are here to see you. Stop pouring water, wash your hands and come inside."

Her voice was full of joy and anticipation, as if she was welcoming long-lost relatives.

After a while, an old man with a tall figure like a pine tree slowly walked into the room.

His hair was gray, but combed neatly, and time had left deep marks on his face.

But his eyes were still bright, revealing determination and wisdom. He was wearing a plain blue shirt and black pants.

Although he is over sixty years old, he still exudes a unique temperament.

Seeing this, Grandma Dong quickly handed over a clean towel, her eyes full of concern.

The old man took the towel and wiped his hands gently, every movement seeming so calm.

Then, he walked to the sofa with steady steps and sat down. Every move he made revealed the calmness that came from the years.

He waved his hand, motioning Cuiping and Wang Jianguo to sit down. His broad palm seemed to have an invisible power that made people feel at ease.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke slowly:

"Xiao Na, who are these people...?"

His voice was deep and magnetic, making people want to listen to his next words. Na Cuiping said quickly:

"Secretary Dong, I met them at the supply and marketing cooperative. They said they were from the Great Northern Wilderness and that they knew you."

There was a hint of excitement and curiosity in her tone, as if she was telling a mysterious story.

Secretary Dong frowned slightly and looked at Wang Jianguo and the other two. His eyes scanned them back and forth, full of doubt.

Wang Jianguo and the other two stood there, looking somewhat uneasy, their eyes full of anticipation and nervousness. Secretary Dong shook his head and said:

"I did have an old friend in the Great Northern Wilderness, but he has passed away. They are so young, only in their early twenties. How could I know them?"

There was a hint of emotion and helplessness in his words, as if he was recalling those distant years.

Cuiping frowned, and the expression on her face suddenly became solemn. A strong thought just surged in her mind, and she was about to shout that she had been deceived.

At this critical moment, Zhao Shuzhuo's excited voice exploded in the house like a thunder:

"Secretary Dong, Grandpa Dong, I'm Zhao Shuzhuo, do you remember me?"

His voice trembled slightly, filled with endless expectation and desire.

That anxious tone was as if a child lost in the vast crowd, desperately searching for a hint of familiar warmth.

After Zhao Shuzhuo said this, he nervously watched Secretary Dong's reaction.

At this moment, Secretary Dong had a puzzled expression on his face, and the wrinkles on his face seemed like a puzzle carved by time.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and tried hard to recall in his mind, trying to dig out every bit related to this name from the depths of his dusty memory.

However, time seemed to freeze at this moment. Secretary Dong thought for a long time, and finally shook his head, saying helplessly that he couldn't remember it.

Zhao Shuzhuo felt an indescribable sense of loss when he saw this, but he did not give up. He took a deep breath and mustered up his courage again and said:

"My grandfather is Zhao Wanjie, Zhao Wanjie from the Great Northern Wilderness. Do you still remember him?"

This sentence was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves.

The moment Secretary Dong heard the name Zhao Wanjie, his body seemed to be hit by an invisible force and he sat up straight.

A hint of surprise and excitement flashed in his eyes, and his originally cloudy eyes became bright at this moment.

"Are you the grandson of Brother Wanjie? Are you Little Shuzhuo?"

Secretary Dong's voice trembled slightly, filled with disbelief and deep emotion.

His eyes were fixed on Zhao Shuzhuo, as if he wanted to engrave the appearance of the young man in front of him deeply in his heart.

In Secretary Dong's mind, those distant memories surged like a tide.

He recalled the years in the Great Northern Wilderness and the days when he struggled with Zhao Wanjie, those times were difficult and yet full of hope.

After Secretary Dong said this, tears welled up in his eyes.

The crystal tears rolled in her eyes, like precious gems deposited over the years.

Zhao Shuzhuo was also touched when he saw Secretary Dong so emotional. A warm current surged in his heart, an emotional connection that transcended time and space.

Tears gradually welled up in his eyes. The tears blurred his vision, but made him feel the deep friendship more clearly.

Secretary Dong held Zhao Shuzhuo's hands tightly, his hands trembling slightly, as if conveying emotions that spanned the years.

His voice was slightly choked as he spoke slowly:

"Good, that's great, Brother Wanjie's grandson has grown up so much."

His words were full of emotion and relief, and his eyes were as if he was looking at a treasure that had been lost and recovered.

At this moment, time seems to flow back, back to those days full of passion and struggle.

At this time, Grandma Dong walked over with steady steps.

With concern and tenderness on her face, she gently patted Secretary Dong on the shoulder and said softly:

"Boss, don't get too excited. Take care of yourself."

Grandma Dong's voice was like a spring breeze, soothing Secretary Dong's inner turmoil.

After hearing his wife's reminder, Secretary Dong slowly let go of Zhao Shuzhuo's hand and raised his other hand to wipe his eyes.