Looking at the back of Liu Min running back to the bookstore, the corners of Chen Feng's mouth hooked up with a smile.

Of course, he laughed not because Liu Min's father was a teacher in the Rong Datuan branch, but because he was simply moved by her cuteness.

"Xiao Feng, what did that girl tell you just now?" Lin Meiyi asked curiously.

Chen Feng chuckled: "She said godmother, you look so beautiful, like a female star, and I want to ask you for an autograph." ”

"Poof—"

Lin Meiyi smiled from ear to ear: "Xiao Feng, look at your sweet mouth, no wonder girls revolve around you, if I were twenty years younger, I would definitely be fascinated by you." ”

"Godmother, you don't look old at all, you look like a teenage girl. Chen Feng praised from the bottom of his heart.

"Hey, my time with you is so pleasant, I don't want to part with you. ”

Lin Meiyi frowned slightly, and said reluctantly: "It's a pity that there is something at work that I need to rush back to deal with immediately." ”

"Godmother, then you go back, the coming day is long, I have time to accompany you. ”

Lin Meiyi nodded: "Next time I will go directly to your house and call your mother-in-law back, she always praises you for your good cooking skills, especially the following is particularly delicious, I will try it next time." ”

Chen Feng was a little embarrassed to be praised.

"Godmother, as long as you want to eat, I'll take care of enough!"

Chen Feng accompanied Lin Meiyi to the parking lot.

Lin Meiyi opened the car door, turned around, and opened her arms: "Xiaofeng, can you give my godmother another loving hug?"

Chen Feng did not hesitate to hug Lin Meiyi into his arms.

Lin Meiyi's height is about 1.7 meters, and when she wears high heels, when Chen Feng hugged her into his arms, her lips just touched her forehead.

But in order to keep his distance, Chen Feng turned his head in avoidance, and only carefully pressed his cheek against Lin Meiyi's forehead.

"Hmm, Xiaofeng, it's so comfortable to hold you~"

Three minutes later.

Lin Meiyi reluctantly let go of Chen Feng, got into the car and galloped away.

Until the car disappeared, Chen Feng still felt a faint fragrance between his noses, lingering.

At this time, Chen Feng's mobile phone rang.

When I opened it, the caller ID was Qin Zhengwei.

Chen Feng picked up the phone: "Hello?"

"Brother Feng, there is no class in the afternoon, shall we go to see Grandpa Tian?" Qin Zhengwei's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Tian Zhonghua, when he was a child, lived in the same alley as Chen Feng, had no children and no daughters, and regarded Chen Feng and Qin Zhengwei as his own grandsons.

If there is delicious food, he is always reluctant to eat it himself, so when Chen Feng and Qin Zhengwei come back from school, they waited at the door of the house early to stuff it for them.

Later, Chen Feng lived in the school, and only returned home once in one to two weeks, and snacks with a short shelf life such as fruits and cakes could not be hidden, and they became moldy.

Tian Zhonghua cut off the moldy half and ate it himself, and left the good half for Chen Feng and them.

Chen Feng couldn't explain that in fact, the seemingly good half had expired, he only remembered that he and Qin Zhengwei had a very happy meal every time.

"Good. Chen Feng agreed without hesitation, "But I'm not in school now." ”

"Where are you, I'll come to you. ”

Chen Feng told Qin Zhengwei the location.

Ten minutes later, Qin Zhengwei took a taxi over.

He glanced at the Xinhua Bookstore behind him and said with a smile: "Brother Feng, why did you remember to run the bookstore?"

"There is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book~" Chen Feng replied with a bite of the word.

Qin Zhengwei smiled and gave him a punch: "Fuck you, it's still so hard to talk to me, let's go, let's go see Grandpa Tian." ”

There happened to be a supermarket and a fruit store on the side, Chen Feng and Qin Zhengwei picked up three or four boxes of things together and took a taxi to No. 8 Hutong Lane.

Although they are all in Chengdu, the weather is different.

Rongda is still sunny and shining, and when I arrived at No. 8 Hutong Lane, I happened to encounter a drizzle, and the bluestone paved path was wet.

There is a mountain of garbage at the mouth of the alley, and two cleaning staff are cleaning up, their faces full of reluctance, and their mouths are complaining loudly to each other.

Tian Zhonghua's home is a small low-rise bungalow in the deepest part of the alley.

In his memory, there were always a lot of cardboard boxes and drink bottles piled up outside the bungalow, which he usually picked up and collected for scrap sales.

"Brother Feng, it's been so many years, and I still haven't seen it here. Qin Zhengwei sighed.

Chen Feng saw that the doors and windows of many residents were closed: "Many grandparents have lived in nursing homes, only Grandpa Tian insists on refusing to move out, he should be holding on to a memory." ”

Qin Zhengwei nodded, and then he said regretfully: "But I heard my father say that this place is going to be demolished, and the top has approved it." ”

"After the demolition, what will be used here?" Chen Feng frowned curiously.

Hutong No. 8 deviates from the urban area and has little commercial value.

"I guess I'm going to build a factory. Qin Zhengwei shook his hair, "I'm not sure, but the demolition should be a matter of ten days." ”

Chen Feng nodded.

"Xiao Feng, Ah Wei, is that you?" asked an old woman with gray hair standing in the doorway, her eyes squinting.

Chen Feng greeted with a smile: "Grandma Zhang, it's us." ”

"You haven't come to see Old Man Tian for a while, have you?"

"Well, the summer vacation hasn't come all along. Qin Zhengwei felt a little guilty.

"Hey. The old woman bent her waist, shook her head and sighed, "If only you had come earlier...... But even if you come, you can't do anything. ”

Chen Feng suddenly realized that the old woman had something to say.

A sense of foreboding welled up.

"Grandma Zhang, what's wrong with Grandpa Tian?"

"He ......"

The old woman shook her head and sighed again and again, pointing to Tian Zhonghua's residence: "I can't tell you clearly for a while, so you better go over and see for yourself." ”

Chen Feng and Qin Zhengwei glanced at each other, and the two of them tacitly quickened their pace at the same time, striding towards Tian Zhonghua's residence.

The familiar low-slung bungalows, except that the cardboard and drink bottles piled up on the hill were no longer at the doorway, replaced by garbage heaps and clumps of weeds surrounded by flies.

Tian Zhonghua is not a person who does not pay attention to hygiene.

The sense of foreboding in Chen Feng's heart suddenly became even stronger.

He and Qin Zhengwei shouted his name at the door without a response, and a few minutes later, Qin Zhengwei gritted his teeth and kicked the door open.

The scene inside the house surprised Chen Feng.

Tian Zhonghua was lying on the bed, his eyes were closed, his face and body were blue and purple, and there were many clotted blood clots.

The place where he scratched with his fingers was still bleeding black blood, and the smell of blood was in the air.

At the head of the bed lay rice and rancid greens, and there was a broken bowl on the floor.

What had been in the bowl was unrecognizable.

"How can this be, who did this!?" Qin Zhengwei clenched his fists angrily, his eyes full of anger.

Tian Zhonghua heard the movement, opened his eyes with difficulty, and moved his fingers slightly.

Chen Feng immediately stepped forward: "Grandpa Tian!"