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Then the remaining white dog is the grizzly bear.

"Why is this white dog called Grizzly?" Fang Zeyu frowned and asked the question in his heart.

"You may not believe it," Ding An stood up and patted his trouser legs. "It was really a little greyhound when he was young, especially grey."

"Then why is it white now?" Fang Zeyu asked.

"I don't know." Ding An walked into the yard, "Maybe it's been exposed to the wind and sun, and the color has faded a bit."

... the dog faded.

Fang Zeyu lowered his head and laughed muffledly.

The yard of my grandfather's house is very large, with colored steel tiled houses on the left and right sides, where one side raises cows and the other side raises pigs.

There is a flat land above the yard, and two plastic sheds were built. It is said that they were used to raise sheep in the past. Hundreds of sheep were raised, and they were later sold for hundreds of thousands.

He remembered that Ding An said that his grandfather was a big farmer, and what he said was true.

There are quite a lot of people in the yard, some old men are busy working, and some are smoking and chatting on the stage at the door.

Most of them are relatives and friends of the Ding family.

Fang Zeyu followed Ding An and greeted each of them. These uncles and uncles were extremely enthusiastic, and they chatted with them for a long time asking questions.

Fang Zeyu felt like a little daughter-in-law who went home with her boyfriend to meet her parents for the first time.

But it didn't feel bad.

There was a puddle of blood in the middle of the yard, which should have been splashed when the pig was slaughtered, and a pig's head that had been singed with fire hung on the tree next to it.

"Why is this pig's head hanging on a tree?" Fang Zeyu asked.

Ding An took a look, "I'm afraid of being eaten."

"Steal?" Fang Zeyu didn't believe it, "Who would steal this, and it's still raw."

"Why not." Ding An whistled.

Lele came running and circled around him. After two circles, he ran to jump under the tree without touching the edge of the pig's head.

Ding An patted it on the head to drive it away, "Lele loves pork the most, especially raw pork. In fact, grizzly bears also like it, but not as much as Lele."

"What about panda eyes?" Fang Zeyu asked, "Doesn't it like to eat?"

"Of course I like to eat," Ding An said, "There is no dog who doesn't like meat, but it is too old to bite."

Fang Zeyu laughed, he liked talking to Ding An so much, it was interesting.

"Oh baby, hello—"

A female voice came, and a short-haired, slightly fat grandmother came out from the door, wearing an apron on her body.

"Grandma!" Ding An yelled with a smile, and stretched out his arms to hug the old lady, "Did you miss me?"

The old lady pulled Ding An's head off and kissed the forehead, her face wrinkled with joy, "Can I not want to, my big baby!"

Ding An chuckled.

"Grandma." Fang Zeyu greeted quickly.

"Hey, hey, good, good," the grandma responded with a smile, and looked Fang Zeyu up and down, "You are the grandson of the old Fang family, this young man looks really good!"

"Jing Yun!" Grandma turned her head and shouted into the room, "Come out and see who's back!"

"Who is it, mother?" A petite middle-aged woman came out, she was stunned when she saw Ding An, and slapped her thigh, "Oh my mother! Isn't this my eldest nephew!"

"Hello, aunt." Ding An put his arms around his aunt's shoulders, "Do you think I'm taller again?"

Auntie smiled until her eyes narrowed, "It's too tall!"

Grandma put her arms around Fang Zeyu's arm and said, "What do you think of this young man? Is he energetic?"

"Oh my god!" The aunt patted her thigh again, "This is too handsome! You really stand upright!"

Her sound directly attracted four or five women in the room, and they all surrounded Fang Zeyu and praised each other.

It was the first time that Fang Zeyu was surrounded by a group of people and took turns to praise him. Standing in the middle, he was a little at a loss, so he had to look at Ding An for help.

"Okay, aunts, aunts and grandmas," Ding An pushed them away and stood in front of Fang Zeyu, "My kid is thin-skinned, he will be embarrassed if you praise him so much."

The aunts, aunts, aunts and grandma immediately laughed together and welcomed them into the house.

After entering the room, Fang Zeyu realized that those outside were just a handful of Ding's relatives. The room was full of people, including the table and three tables.

The sauerkraut had to be stewed for a while, so Ding An took Fang Zeyu to the back room.

Finally quiet, Fang Zeyu lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

"This is my room, no one will come in," Ding An lay beside him, "If you are tired, take a rest."

Hearing this, Fang Zeyu opened his eyes and looked around.

This room is not big, there is a writing desk, a wardrobe, and some miscellaneous things.

There is a window next to it, which looks old, and the window frame is still made of wood.

The window was not open, and the outside was the backyard. There was a jujube tree by the wall, which was still bare at this time.

Everything about this room is good, but it's a little deserted, and the sound insulation is good. Once the door is closed, it seems to be separated from the world.

"You live here by yourself?" Fang Zeyu asked, "Isn't it cold?"

"I don't live here every day." Ding An closed his eyes, his voice was a little lazy, "There is no heating in this room, if you get cold, you can cover yourself with an electric mattress and turn it on."

Fang Zeyu didn't turn on the electric mattress, took out a blanket from under his head to cover himself, and closed his eyes.

"My family is like this." Ding An didn't open his eyes. "It's extremely enthusiastic, and it may be a bit noisy."

"It's okay," Fang Zeyu smiled, "It's pretty good, I like it."

I really like it, it's lively, and it feels like home.

Ding An didn't speak, Fang Zeyu closed his eyes again, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

After a while, he felt that the blanket had been lifted from one side, and Ding An got in and moved towards him.

The two shared a moment of silence.

"Anzi! Get up and eat!" A loud female voice sounded, and the door was knocked loudly.

"Oh, I'm going!" Fang Zeyu sat up in a jerk.

He was still a little dazed after waking up, so he wiped his face and pushed Ding An next to him, "Get up and eat soon."

The door was still banging, but Ding An didn't move at all.

There was no other way, Fang Zeyu had no choice but to open the door first.

Ding An's aunt was standing at the door, holding a large spoon for serving vegetables.

"Xiao Yu, don't sleep, go eat in the house." Auntie beckoned him to the front room.

"That," Fang Zeyu hesitated, "Auntie, Ding An hasn't woken up yet."

The aunt hugged him and kept walking, "I know, I know, he's been a sleeper since he was a child, I'll call him later, you go eat first."

Fang Zeyu was placed at Ding Jianwei's table, which was full of gentlemen, and the big table was full of dishes.

In the middle is a pot of stewed blood sausage with sauerkraut and pork in an electric pot. It is plugged in with wires and steaming. There are two circles of cold dishes and stir-fried vegetables. There are three boxes of beer on the ground next to it.