Zhang Hong's grandfather's home is in a village not far from Song County, at the foot of Song Mountain.

Departing from the capital, I took a plane to Los Angeles, and then drove nearly two hours to Songxian County, bypassing the Shaolin Temple and then driving for more than half an hour, and finally arrived at the village.

The road has been repaired long ago, and the water and electricity in the village have been connected 20 years ago.

Even the houses are small three-storey houses with yards.

To be honest, in addition to supporting facilities such as business districts, hospitals, and education, as well as inconveniences such as takeaway and express delivery, Zhang Hongzhen feels that living here is much better than in the city.

Without saying anything all the way, Lin Muqing's Porsche Paramela, which he deliberately drove in order to keep a low profile, stopped in front of a courtyard.

But after the ignition was turned off, she still held the steering wheel motionless.

Zhang Hong, the co-pilot, was shocked: "You will be nervous if you dare to love?"

"I'm not nervous. Lin Muqing looked ahead, his hand still holding the steering wheel, "Things that have nothing to do with me, what am I nervous about." ”

"Then you won't get out of the car?"

"No, I'll be waiting for you in the car. ”

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Zhang Hong said helplessly: "Miss, maybe you will stay today, do you plan to spend the night in the car?"

Lin Muqing's face was expressionless, he unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car, closed the door, and did it in one go.

Then she walked to the side of the co-pilot and looked down at Zhang Hong.

Zhang Hong grinned, got out of the car and closed the door, and then walked to the yard.

Lin Muqing didn't speak, and followed behind Zhang Hong silently.

She walks when he walks, and she stops when he stops.

It was only when she stepped through the courtyard gate that she hesitated slightly.

Entering the courtyard, Zhang Hong stopped and looked around.

Then he felt a pain in the back of his head, and Venus began to appear in front of his eyes.

Covering the back of his head and turning back, he saw Lin Muqing covering his forehead with both hands, glaring at him with tears in the corners of his eyes, "You did it on purpose." ”

"Not really. Zhang Hong rubbed the back of his head and grinned, "Your head is really hard." ”

The back of his head was hit with a bag.

Tsk, isn't it usually the back of the head?

So here's the problem.

Is this black long straight too tall, or am I too low?

You can't savor it.

But this black long straight is more popular.

Tut.

Zhang Hong turned around, left the back of his head to her, and continued to look at the courtyard.

It seems that even in parallel worlds, some things still don't change.

It's very similar to the furnishings of his grandfather's house in his previous life.

When he dreamed, he also asked his grandfather whether the tables and chairs at home were mahogany, huanghuali or golden silk nanmu.

Then Grandpa would rub his dog's head and tell him with a smile that it was all ordinary wood, but it was painted.

While he was thinking about it, an old man with a plastic glove and a hair dye stick walked out.

This is Zhang Hong's grandmother Cui Xiulian.

"Ouch! Zhang Hong is back, why don't you say hello in advance?" Grandma smiled, "Sit down first, I'll finish dyeing my hair first." ”

In fact, it is to dye white hair black.

Zhang Hong smiled and was about to speak, but grandma asked coldly: "Come on, come on, girl, you sit first." Zhang Hong, go to the refrigerator and get a bottle of orange juice for someone. ”

As he spoke, the old man stopped dyeing his hair, so he put the hair dye stick aside, then took off his gloves and took out a plastic cap from his pocket and put it on his head to dry the hair dye.

After that, she pulled Lin Muqing, who was at a loss, and walked into the house.

As he walked, he shouted, "Come out and see your granddaughter-in-law!"

Zhang Hong smiled and walked in.

When he was six years old, he followed his parents back to Los Angeles, and then he would come back every winter and summer vacation.

When I went to college, I rarely came back even from vacation.

Entering the living room, Zhang Hong's grandfather just came out of the bedroom.

The old man is in good health and has a positive temperament, and he looks like a retired old professor.

But in fact, he is just an ordinary retired freight driver, and then he went back to his hometown homestead to build a house to live for the rest of his life.

But now the old man has completely broken his aura: "Where is it? Where is my granddaughter-in-law?"

As he spoke, he saw Lin Muqing, who was sitting on the sofa with Grandma Zhang Hong's hand in hand, looking embarrassed.

Seeing Grandpa Zhang Hong coming out, Lin Muqing hurriedly stood up: "Hello, grandpa." ”

"Okay, what's your name?How old are you?Where do you work?How did you meet Zhang Hong?When are you going to get married?" Old Man Zhang asked a bunch of words in one breath, and then squinted at Zhang Hong, "This kid doesn't want to say anything, I thought he was going to hold his bullshit art for the rest of his life." ”

Lin Muqing was restrained: "My name is Lin Muqing, grandpa, Zhang Hong and I are not boyfriend and girlfriend, we are colleagues." ”

"It's also an ordinary childhood sweetheart.,Probably.。 Next to him, Zhang Hong made up a knife.

Lin Muqing quietly glared at him with disgust.

The old couple of the Zhang family suddenly understood.

It's just that friends and lovers are not full.

Then there's no need to embarrass the girl's family.

Leaving Grandma Zhang Hong and Lin Muqing to chat in the living room (to find out information), Grandpa Zhang Hong glanced at him and walked into the study.

Zhang Hong followed.

The door was closed, and the two sat down at the table.

Grandpa Zhang Hong took a sip of tea from the teacup before asking, "Let's talk about it, I haven't come back for a few years, what's the matter with coming back suddenly this time?"

Zhang Hong smiled: "Aren't I busy, why, I can't come to see you two if I'm fine?"

"Don't come to this set. Old Man Zhang pursed his lips, and then looked Zhang Hong up and down, "What, have you been beaten by society? But that's good, it's true. ”

The old man took a sip of tea, seemingly completely forgetting that he had ruined Zhang Hong's father's ordinary life with his own hands.

Anyway, his current ordinary little life is quite cool.

"I still can't hide it from your old eyes. Zhang Hong continued to laugh, "Master, I just want to ask about my grandfather." ”

Old Man Zhang's face collapsed when he heard this: "Ask him what he is doing." ”

Zhang Hong explained with a smile: "That's the case, I knew the story of a family who died in that war before, his name is Wei Laisheng. However, people who knew him thought that I looked very similar to him, and I also asked my dad if his grandfather was called Laisheng, and my father said that Grandpa Tai was called Zhang Laisheng. ”

He shrugged: "But there are two people in this world who look alike at all, one of them is surnamed Zhang and the other is surnamed Wei, maybe it's just a coincidence." ”

"It's no coincidence. After being silent for a while, the old man spoke, "His surname is Wei, but because it is a wealthy relationship, your grandmother is afraid that others will look down on him, so she changed his surname when she was doing his identity." ”

"You wait first. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he walked out of the study.

A few minutes later, he returned with a few things.

A bound book, a picture frame.

Inside the frame is a black and white photograph.

There were two young men, a man and a woman.

The man looks very similar to Zhang Hong, wearing an old long windbreaker, warm as jade.

That temperament and eyes can't be pretended by Zhang Hong.

Next to him is a very beautiful woman wearing a Yuehua skirt with a crested hairpin on her head, with a gentle temperament.

In the photo, she looked at the man's side face with her head slightly sideways, and her eyes were full of tenderness.

This should be Zhang Hong's grandfather and grandmother.

He opened the bound book again.

It's supposed to be something like ethnography.

It also records the story of grandpa and grandma.

The Zhang family has been passed down for several generations, but she is the only woman when she arrives at Grandma.

So I had to recruit a son-in-law.

However, grandma's parents also advocate free love, so grandma found her original classmate, who was also a grandfather who was happy with her.

Grandpa loves her very much, and he doesn't care about whether he is rich or not.

But grandma cares and doesn't want him to get married, but to marry normally.

Grandpa simply changed his surname, and changed from Wei Laisheng to Zhang Laisheng.

In this way, it doesn't matter if you can't get into it.

After graduating from school, he became a storyteller, and also worked as an editor and contributor to a newspaper.

After getting married, I found a job as a teacher.

A few years after his grandfather was born, a classmate invited him to be a teacher in the East.

Because of the high salary over there, grandpa decided to go over first, and when it stabilized, he would take Grandma Zhang Hong and grandpa over.

As a result, he was never heard from after he left.

I won't write about the rest of the story.

But Zhang Hong already knows.

Seeing him close the book, Old Man Zhang snorted coldly: "Now you know who he is, looking like a dog, he turned out to be a well-dressed beast, and he did such a thing as abandoning his wife and children!"

Zhang Hong sighed, looked up and said, "Master, if I say that the reason why Grandpa didn't come back was because he died on the battlefield." ”

The old man was silent.

In fact, after Zhang Hong finished talking just now, he felt that maybe it might really be him.

But since he was a child, he watched his mother raise him with hard work, and he never remarried.

And the beautiful and gentle mother at the beginning, because of his rapid aging devastated by life, died suddenly at the age of less than fifty, until he died, he asked him not to blame his father, he must also have a hard time

Looking at such a mother, how could he not resent that person?

He was reluctant to listen to the man's story, and he was not even allowed to mention the man at home.

But now, after all, it was Sun Tzu who brought it up.

And the guy he said

Looking at his sincere grandson, Old Man Zhang's eyes narrowed slightly, "Let's talk about how he became a martyr." ”