"Hello, Grandma Ning."

Lu An found Ning Qilan in a dark aboriginal wooden house without any effort.

Ning Qilan was wearing dark blue clothes and looking at Lu An and the others with turbid eyes. There was a look of confusion on her vicissitudes of face.

"What are you here to do?"

She asked the same question when the morning interview arrived.

The staff of Duoyu Culture Charity Organization had contact with Ning Qilan, although they did not say anything to give Ning Qilan hope.

Lu An answered with a smile.

"Grandma Ning, we are from the Duoyu Culture Charity Organization..."

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Ning Qilan. She said excitedly, "Thank you, thank you for letting the TV really know me..."

She didn't know much about interviews, nor did she know anything else. What she remembered was that after the Duoyu Culture Charity Organization found her, she told her that she would put her affairs on TV and would pay attention to it in the village.

It is possible to apply for a road fee from the village.

Ning Qilan was a little incoherent and even grabbed Lu An's hand excitedly. She thanked him without any worries, and then released in panic, fearing that he would hurt himself or dirty Lu An's hand.

The expressions on his face were panic, regret, excitement, etc.

Lu An held Ning Qilan's hand in his back and said, "Grandma Ning, we have received instructions from our leaders. Today I will help you see your son."

Before coming, Lu An also found a reason, and explained the nature of Duoyu Culture Charity Organization in the simplest and simplest words.

After Lu An's words fell, Ning Qilan was suddenly stunned, opened her mouth wide, looked at Lu An, her lips trembled, and her tone calmed down, "Can you really... help me?"

He emphasized, "I want to go to Yunnan!"

Lu An nodded vigorously and answered with affirmative answer.

"Yeah, yes."

Ning Qilan pulled his hand back from Lu An's hand, panicked and didn't know where to put his hand or where to go.

When the 25-year expectation is really about to become a reality, the panic and entanglement of being at a loss and fear of missing out is not something that can be expressed by a few simple adjectives.

"Wait for me, I'll pack up my things, leave immediately, right now... Immediately!"

Ning Qilan talked in a lingering manner, as if she was afraid of missing it, and her hands and feet were moving very quickly.

If it weren't for seeing it with my own eyes, Lu An would hardly believe that Ning Qilan, who was already 80 years old, was so neat, he walked into this dark house.

"Grandma Ning, I'll help you clean up what you need, so that it's faster."

Ning Qilan didn't stop the movement of her hand, and said while moving, "No, no, no, I'll do it myself."

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After cleaning up, Ning Qilan had two big bags on her hands. She looked back at her house and said, "I'm packing up, let's go!"

Lu An naturally helped Ning Qilan hold the two big bags in his hand, "Okay, Grandma Ning, let's go."

After walking out of this alley, the car parked outside was Lu An driven by him. Because he was driving a Bentley, he did not bring Lin Yu.

Only Chen Yifa and Shi Yue came with Lu An.

After letting Ning Qilan sit on the Bentley co-pilot properly, Lu An drove straight to Kyoto International Airport. This time, only Chen Yifa and Shi Yue would follow him.

Liu Yan and Fu Tian need to deal with business matters, and Lin Wan is still in Kyoto, and Lin Yu and Lu An must not be assured that she is a little girl.

It took an hour and forty to drive from Tiananmen Square to Ningqilan's house, and it took only an hour to drive from Ningqilan's house to Capital International Airport.

When I boarded the plane, it happened to be 1:30 pm.

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Ning Qilan was thinking about seeing her son, and in the years, she had never taken any means of transportation. There were not even people who had taken planes in the neighborhood, so she didn't know that there were actually many types of planes.

So, Ning Qilan doesn’t have any special feeling.

As for why she believed Lu An, perhaps it was because Lu An had a special temperament that made Ning Qilan not doubt Lu An's purpose.

In addition, she felt that she was a bad old woman and nothing was worth cheating on by a young man.

In fact, her neighbors have not been able to help her over the years, because everything has changed too much in 33 years and has long since become the neighbor.

Everyone is poor, and this kind of money that may be tens of thousands of dollars on long journeys can really not be taken out.

Moreover, Ning Qilan was disappointed enough in the 1990s, and later she didn't talk much about such things. The Duoyu Culture Charity Organization could know because of the carefulness of the staff who were willing to do this project.

There are some information, but it is not a secret, and it is not difficult to obtain it. It is just that few people will open the dusty case files.

Even no one can do the dust removal action.

In 25 years, Ning Qilan has not changed her residence.

As long as any village staff has read the file in the past 25 years, this matter should have been handled long ago. After all, the village was once poor, but now the village is constantly poor...

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Three and a half hours later, at 5 pm, the plane landed at Wenshan Airport, the closest to Malipo Martyrs Cemetery.

"Grandma Ning, we are about an hour away from Malipo Cemetery. Let's hurry over now?"

After getting off the plane, Lu An asked Ning Qilan for advice while the crew was unloading the truck.

In summer, it’s dark late, and in Yunnan it’s sunny for a long time, so in winter, I’m afraid I can’t get through it.

Ning Qilan nodded heavily, "Okay, okay, let's go now, and accompany Ying'er tonight."

Malipo County is located at the foot of Wenshan Prefecture. The distance from Wenshan Airport is about 100 kilometers. Most of them are provincial highways and expressways, and the last section is county highways.

It can be opened in about an hour.

Lunch was settled on the plane. The flight attendant who had notified in advance prepared a simple meal, but Ning Qilan had no appetite and basically didn't eat it.

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Just one hour later, Lu An drove the car to the Malipo Martyrs Cemetery.

Without alarming the local official organization, nor even alarming the cemetery managers, Lu An, Chen Yifa, Shi Yue and the other two took Ning Qilan to search one by one, and finally found the tombstone of Ning Qilan's son.

The tomb of Martyr Zhao Ying.

Listed among the rows of tombstones, it does not look lonely, and the cemetery managers will also clean up trivial matters regularly and are not dirty.

When Lu An stopped and told Ning Qilan that this was Zhao Ying's tombstone, and it was determined that it was her son based on the text on the tombstone.

Ning Qilan looked at the tombstone with her turbid eyes. She was not very educated, but she knew the name of her son!

I also knew some simple Chinese characters. At that moment, she had been calm for almost 20 years, holding the tombstone and trembling with her fingers.

His eyes were closed and he looked up slightly. His wrinkled face was filled with deep pain. The afterglow of the setting sun was scattered on Ning Qilan, who was wearing a dark blue coarse linen linen, and the tombstone. The picture was frozen by Chen Yifa beside him with a camera.

...Ning Qilan has really cried enough in the past 25 years and shed all her tears. Even in such a scene, she whimpered, but she couldn't shed tears.

After a while, she stopped her whimpering, lay on the tombstone, muttering in a low voice.

It is the dialect of her hometown.

It was the mother's nagging to her son.

"Son, mom has come to see you. It's been 33 years, and I can finally see you..."

She left in a hurry and didn't think too much about it. Ning Qilan didn't actually bring any sacrifices. The bag was filled with several sweaters she knitted by herself.

After a long time, Ning Qilan squatted down, took off the bag, and with the help of Lu An, lit these five sweaters that had been woven in total for 25 years.

"I don't know when I will come next time. It's cold in winter. I knitted a sweater for you..."

Perhaps the black smoke after the yarn was lit made Lu An's eyes fascinated, as well as Chen Yifa and Shi Yue's eyes.

The three of them burst into tears.

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Finally, I've been on time. I'll give you the broken bowl.
Chapter completed!