Yang Xiaotao was silent, but Liu Daming stood up suddenly and walked to the table in the front row.

"Liu Gong."

Yang Xiaotao shouted, the other person was not feeling well, so he quickly followed.

At the table in the front row, Secretary Wang was communicating with a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man wears long sleeves, has sunken cheeks, and disheveled hair. He speaks in a low voice, in an authentic Sijiucheng style.

The two were talking when they suddenly saw a person walking over and standing not far from them.

Secretary Wang looked up.

The person who came was not young, not tall, with gray hair, but his brows were knitted together, looking angry or excited?

The middle-aged man also saw Liu Daming, his brows furrowed, his eyes stared, then his pupils suddenly expanded, and his body suddenly stood up.

Secretary Wang next to him could clearly feel his body shaking.

Similarly, Liu Daming was shaking and panting heavily, and Yang Xiaotao quickly came to his side to support him.

Then he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.

There was a sudden silence in the field.

A group of people stared at the two people in confusion.

"Master, master!"

The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse, as if he was trying to suppress his emotions, and tears were streaming down his face.

"Gouzi, Shen Gouzi!"

Liu Daming also pursed his lips and uttered two words.

"Master, I am, I am a dog, I am!"

Plop

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground and reached out to hug Liu Daming's leg, "Master, it's me, it's me!"

Liu Daming raised his hand tremblingly and looked at the middle-aged man with the same hair as himself in front of him. He wanted to touch it, but he was afraid of something.

He raised his head and tears fell to the ground along his ears.

"Eight years!"

"Eight years!"

Liu Daming said this, but this sentence made the crying middle-aged man even more uncomfortable.

"Master, master!"

"I know, eight years and three months, I know! Master!"

The middle-aged man cried sadly, and several other people at the same table also had red eyes.

At this moment, another old man came from behind.

A middle-aged man in front of the table was lowering his head to hold back tears, trying hard to suppress the longing in his heart.

But I heard a familiar name.

"Niu baby, is that you?"

A good person is like being struck by lightning.

Turned his head suddenly.

"Master. Ah. Master!"

"It's really you, Niu Wazi..."

"master."

For a moment, I burst into tears.

Another couple hugged each other, crying and laughing.

At this moment, several people at this table looked at other tables, trying to find faces in their memories.

Some people have even walked down, looking around.

Yang Xiaotao stood between the two groups on the left and right, listening to their conversation and feeling panicked.

Everything in front of you, you don’t need to guess what is going on.

Everyone knew in their hearts that there was silence.

Secretary Wang looked at the noodle scene and couldn't help but sigh, "Xiao Shen, Xiao Li, and the two masters, let's sit down and talk, sit down and talk."

Liu Daming helped his apprentice up and took a closer look at the apprentice whom he had not seen for eight years. The two sat together.

"Why is your hair whiter than mine?"

Upon hearing this, Secretary Wang looked at Xiao Shen with guilt on his face.

Xiao Shen did not answer the master's question, because there was no need to say this at all.

Everyone is the same.

"Master, it's nothing. Why are you here? I didn't expect, I really didn't expect you to come back. If I knew, I, I..."

His voice was choked again, and he grabbed Liu Daming's hand harder.

Meeting an old friend in a foreign country is a happy event, let alone meeting your own master and relatives?

Liu Daming didn't know what to say, he just clapped his hands.

"This time we are gathering manpower to support the front line, so I signed up."

"However, your skills have not fallen behind over the years, have you?"

"No, master, an eighth-level fitter. I am also an eighth-level fitter now. I have not embarrassed you."

"Hahaha, good, good, good"

Everyone around him got out of the way, leaving space for the four of them.

Yang Xiaotao returned to his original seat. Hou Bao Bao looked at Liu Daming and talked about the past.

"This man is Shen Rong, Lao Liu's apprentice, his most proud apprentice, or rather his son,"

"Back then, Shen Rong's parents died of illness, and he was the only one left. A young man of 18 or 19 entered the steel rolling mill, knowing nothing and understanding nothing. It was Lao Liu who led him out step by step."

"In those years, they said they were master and apprentice, but they were like father and son."

"Later, when Guo Jia called him, he signed up and left the steel rolling mill."

Hou Baobao spoke so eloquently that everyone felt uncomfortable hearing it.

"Look at him, he's not yet forty this year. He looks like this."

"I've suffered a lot here!"

Everyone looked at the ramen in the bowl and the two plates of food on the table, and their hearts became even more panicked.

"Life here is so hard!"

Niu Jianfeng on the side suddenly spoke.

"In the past few years, many factories have moved here to support construction."

"Later, the factory was built and workers came, but the logistics could not keep up. The whole country tightened their belts, how could there be any extra? It was difficult to transport anything on this road, not to mention the famine in those years. The days are more difficult."

"These people have suffered a lot!"

Everyone was indifferent.

Yang Xiaotao remembered what he said in his previous life, "One generation has suffered the hardships of five generations, and one generation has fought the battles of five generations."

And now, he is also of the same generation.

After waiting for a while, Liu Daming and Shen Rong were emotionally stable before they came over.

At this time, Liu Daming had a smile on his face, a smile that had been lost and found.

In particular, Shen Rong was married and had two sons, which made him even more happy.

It's a pity that the child is no longer around. He came to Jingao this time for a mission.

Yang Xiaotao quickly moved his butt aside to get out of the way, and the two sat down next to each other.

"Lao Hou, you know someone from our factory."

Liu Daming pointed at Hou Baobao, and Shen Rong was somewhat impressed, "Uncle Hou, it's great that you are here too."

"Xiao Shen, you have changed so much over the years, I didn't even recognize you."

"Ha ha"

"This is the youngest eighth-level fitter in our steel rolling mill, Yang Xiaotao."

Liu Daming then introduced.
To be continued...