Han Nuowei walked on the streets of Hancheng and looked at his hometown after many years of absence. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info A feeling like someone knocked over an old wine bottle permeated his heart, bit by bit, full of sadness.

He slowly walked up Hancheng Avenue, and the road was widened compared to that year. The old shops along the street are gone, replaced by new trees swaying in the wind, and the small flowers in the flower beds have been rebuilt with the words "Welcome to Hancheng". He took a deep breath, but didn't smell the familiar scent of the flowers in his memory, it had just rained, and the air was filled with wet moisture.

Han Nuowei walked and walked unconsciously, outside the gate of Tao's house. Although he had only been here a few times, he was very familiar with this small building. Because the Tao family appeared in his nightmares countless times, it was not only the pain of the night of the fire, but also the overwhelming hatred.

Today, the three-storey building has been converted into a bilingual kindergarten, with cartoon reliefs of various small animals carved into the walls, and colorful and childlike motifs dotted with them. Han Nuowei stood quietly outside the wall for a while, and heard a milky singing voice coming from inside, which was a popular Disney movie interlude. The child's slurred English pronunciation sounds unbearable, and there is a bit of innocence.

If nothing happened, he should have been a father by now, maybe the child is babbling here.

Thinking of this, Han Nuowei's mind suddenly appeared with a pale face with deep contours and a flush of anger. In those days when he did not see the light of day, everything that his grandfather had said was still in his ears, and he never forgot it.

Han Nuowei wrapped his coat tightly and continued to walk. He walked to the door of the teacher's apartment complex of Hancheng Middle School, which was not a bustling downtown area, and it seemed much deserted compared to the old site of the Tao family. He originally prepared a set of rhetoric, but the guard at the gate of the community saw that he was well-dressed and did not stop him.

Han Nuowei walked straight into the depths of the community, he stopped in front of a beige apartment and looked at the second floor, where he had lived.

There were no potted flowers planted by his mother on the balcony, nor did he have a string of cured meat made by his father, only unfamiliar clothes hanging in the wind, indicating that this place had changed hands.

Han Nuowei decided to go up and have a look.

The door was opened by a young couple, apparently new to parenthood. The young wife wore loose cotton loungewear, her hair was coiled, and she held the crying baby in her arms, while the same young husband rolled up his trouser legs and a mop in his hand, seemed to be doing household chores.

Seeing Han Nuowei, they all showed blank expressions.

The hostess hesitated for a moment and asked in Mandarin with a Hancheng native accent, "You...... Looking for whom?"

Han Nuowei said politely: "Excuse me, I know a couple who used to live here, the man is a teacher, they are kind to me, and then unfortunately lost contact." This time, I passed by Hancheng and wanted to ask if you know this couple? By the way, the male teacher's surname is Han, and his name is Han Mengchang. ”

His pronunciation of standard Mandarin was a clear relief to the couple.

The man thought for a moment and replied, "It's only been more than three years since we moved here. I don't know the person you're talking about, but I've heard that the person who lived here before seems to have the surname Han. ”

Han Nuowei restrained his disappointment, and still said politely: "Then can I take the liberty of asking, did you throw away all their things after you moved here?"

The hostess had already coaxed the baby by this time, and her attitude was much more relaxed: "They left a lot of things. I heard that the hostess died of illness, and I don't know how the man left. Anyway, it was quite sudden, and his family didn't seem to have any relatives, so he left a room of furniture, daily necessities, and so on. When we moved here, we were quite surprised that a lot of furniture didn't need to be added. ”

When Han Nuowei heard this, he said, "Can you let me visit it?" Just a few minutes, let me see the place where they lived, please." He folded his hands and looked at his mistress earnestly.

The hostess couldn't stand his gaze and opened the door: "Just look at it, change your slippers." ”

The man wanted to say something, but the hostess glared at him, and he was silent.

As soon as Han Nuo walked into the room, tears almost poured out. The family has not made major changes, and the furniture has remained the same, except for a larger TV and a new vertical air conditioner.

In the living room, there is still a milk-colored base cabinet, and there is a small petal-shaped sticker on the glass cabinet door, which is very light in color, and you can't see it if you don't pay attention to it. That was the trace left by Han Nuowei's mischievous use of a carving knife to mark the glass door when he was a child, and he was later scolded. In order to cover up the ugly scratches, Lou Yan found a sticker to cover it on, and in order to look good, she also cut the sticker into the shape of a petal.

Han Nuowei didn't dare to look at the living room anymore, and walked to the small study, which was where his father prepared for classes all year round. Han Nuowei stood in front of the old desk, as if he saw his father taking off his glasses and massaging his eyes tiredly.

One side of the bookcase next to the desk was against the wall, and Han Nuowei clearly remembered that the side against the wall was originally facing outward. In his first year of junior high school, he raised a lively and active kitten, and when he was fine, he would grind his paws on the bookcase, and he would grind all the paw prints. Later, the kitten was too skinny, so it was given away by its mother, and the disfigured side of the bookcase was adjusted to be placed against the wall.

The young couple watched in amazement as the noble-looking foreigner looked solemn and sad-eyed in his own home. They talked softly and decided not to disturb him.

Han Nuowei walked to the kitchen, this is his father's world, and his father, who likes to cook, is often busy here. He would sometimes sneak in and steal a slice of sausage to eat, but he was inevitably scolded by his father: "It's not done yet, you eat it and be careful of your stomach!"

The pots and pans in the kitchen are all new, and it seems that the family has changed a lot of utensils for the sake of the baby. Han Nuowei's eyes fell on an old refrigerator, and he saw the Chinese knot tile on the door of the refrigerator, which was a souvenir obtained when his mother participated in the "Lantern Festival" lantern riddle guessing activity organized by the county before she was hospitalized. He gently stroked the Chinese knot tile and sighed that it was of such good quality that it had not fallen off for thirteen years.

He stepped out of the kitchen and asked in a low voice, "Can I take a tour of the bedroom?"

The young couple looked at each other, "Yes." The hostess said.

Han Nuowei gave a grateful glance, and then he slowly walked into the bedroom. The furnishings of the bedroom have changed a lot, and there are no old things he knows. He went back to the living room, where the door was now closed in a small room next to it, which had once been Han Nuowei's bedroom.

The hostess noticed his gaze, "That's the baby room. She walked over with the baby in her arms and opened the door.

Han Nuowei couldn't help but shudder when he saw a string of paper cranes folded with shiny colored fluorescent paper hanging above the crib at a glance. It was the gift he had originally intended to give to Tao Baihe, in order to celebrate their 100th day together.

He seemed to have folded nine hundred and ninety-nine of them, symbolizing their long-lasting love.

However, before the hundred days were up, his love had already vanished. He stared at the paper crane in a daze, which he secretly folded every night under the bed with a flashlight, for fear of being discovered by his parents.

Han Nuowei sorted out his thoughts and turned back to the door: "Thank you." ”

The couple watched as he walked to the door with relief, and the young man hesitated for a moment and said, "Actually, besides you, someone else has been here before. ”

Han Nuowei's eyes widened vigilantly: "Can you tell me when?"

The young man thought for a moment: "I'm a little unsure, probably when we first moved here, a woman." He glanced at his wife and quickly added, "With makeup, I can't tell how old I am." ”

"Did she come to visit?"

"Not really, she wandered downstairs for a while, and I was drying my clothes, and I noticed that she kept looking at my house, and I thought she was looking for someone at first, but when I looked back after drying the clothes, she was gone. ”

Han Nuowei said: "Maybe it's a friend of mine, she also benefited from the old owner here. Is she wearing glasses?"

"Like, I didn't look very closely, I can't remember. ”

Han Nuowei thanked him again and again, and when he exited the door, he took out an envelope and handed it to the man: "Thank you, although I can't see my teacher, but you take good care of the place where he lived, I am very grateful." This is a little heart, please be sure to accept it. ”

Where did the young couple dare to accept it, they shirked for a while, but seeing that he really wanted to give it, they reluctantly accepted it. They watched the tall and handsome foreigner leave, and the hostess suddenly wiped her eyes: "In these days, there are not many people who attach so much importance to feelings. ”

She looked at her husband pulling his trouser leg and somehow got angry: "You quickly mop the floor!

The husband looked at her inexplicably, so he had to lower his head, bend down, and continue to mop the floor.

After Han Nuowei left the teacher's apartment, he did not call a taxi, but walked slowly. His steps were lightweight, but with an air of fatalism, as if he would never return.

After walking for a long time, he suddenly found himself on the main road in the center of the county. In front of him, he is facing the "Huadian Building", one of the top office buildings in Hancheng. He saw a café on the first floor of the building and walked over to buy one.

The wind was blowing, but the temperature of the coffee cup in his palm did not reach his heart, and he walked aimlessly along the square in front of the Huadian Building.

A fair-skinned young man in a light blue shirt walked up to him, it was cold, but the young man was not wearing a coat. He was holding a stack of materials in his right hand, and he looked in a hurry, as if he was in a hurry to go to Huadian Building.

Han Nuowei immediately recognized this person, this was one of his best classmates and playmates since childhood, Ah Qiang. Cuong hasn't changed much, just he's taller and his face has grown.

Han Nuowei restrained his excitement, he looked at the coffee cup in his hand and had an idea.

As he walked, Cuong looked at the plan in his hand and thought that he didn't need to change it. If he can pass successfully, his performance for the current month will be up to the mark, and in addition to the performance of the previous five months, he can get an additional commendation for achieving the target in two quarters - half a month of paid leave. He can finally stop listening to his girlfriend's chatter and take her to the Maldives for some fun.

Or maybe it's a good idea to go to Saipan, which seems to be cheaper. Women, can you tell the difference between those beaches?

Suddenly, a man slammed into him, and a cup of hot coffee spilled over him.

Ah Qiang was shocked and instinctively raised his right hand. He looked angrily at the foreigner, who had not walked long, and then at his right hand.

Fortunately, the information was not stained, but the clothes were ruined.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!" the foreigner's expression looked apologetic, making it difficult for Cuong, who wanted to scold a few words, to speak.

"I'll wipe it for you, okay?" the foreigner pulled out his handkerchief, trying to wipe the coffee stains off Cuong's body. Although Cuong understands what the other party is saying, he doesn't want to show that he is not fluent in English.

"Are you angry? I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to. The foreigner slowed down.

"Forget it. Cuong pushed his hand away in annoyance, and he scolded the other party in his unskilled English, "You walked too carelessly!"

"I'm lost, I was a little panicked just now, I'm really sorry, I'm sorry!" the foreigner looked guilty, and he pulled out a travel album from his coat pocket, "Can I ask you." He spread out the atlas and pointed to a spot on it.

Cuong was a little speechless, and the foreigner's mood had changed too quickly. He wanted to leave immediately, but after thinking about it, the other party was a foreigner, who was in a foreign country without understanding the language, and he was lost, which was really a bit pitiful.

Thinking of this, Ah Qiang took over the travel atlas in the hands of foreigners. The place where the foreigner pointed happened to be the high school where he studied. He was surprised and said, "Hancheng High School, where are you going?"

The foreigner nodded again and again, his movements were relatively large, a little exaggerated.

Cuong was just about to ask about the identity of the foreigner when his mobile phone rang suddenly. He glanced at the screen, it was the minister's office, and it seemed that he was urging him. He answered the phone and said hurriedly, "I know, I'll be there soon." ”

Hanging up the phone, Ah Qiang turned around and pointed to the intersection in the opposite direction, "You go to that road, follow it all the way, about five or six hundred meters, and then you can see ......." Cuong paused, and he suddenly couldn't remember how to say the traffic light in English.

There seemed to be a hint of a smile in the foreigner's eyes, and Ah Qiang said a little unhappily: "Anyway, you walk five or six hundred meters, you see the intersection, turn to your right, walk about five hundred meters, and you will arrive." ”

The foreigner nodded gratefully. "Thank you very much!"

"It's okay, then I'm leaving. Cuong hurriedly turned to leave, "Wait!" the foreigner stopped him again.

"What else?" said Cuong, who was already a little impatient.

The foreigner took out a wallet and took out a stack of yuan, "I don't know the price of your dress, it's about 3,000 yuan here, is it okay?"

Ah Qiang hurriedly waved his hand: "Forget it, really, you are too polite." ”

"No, it's my fault, you have to accept it. Without saying a word, the foreigner shoved the stack of money into Cuong's hand and turned to leave.

The foreigner walked for a moment, "Excuse me!" Cuong panted after him.

"What's wrong?" the foreigner looked surprised.

Cuong took a few breaths and split the money in his hand in half, "Sir, there are more than a thousand dollars in the money you just gave me. You must have forgotten. ”

He spread his hands and wanted to return the dollars to the foreigner.

The foreigner was slightly stunned, then laughed. Ah Qiang couldn't help but think in his heart: "Damn, this foreigner won't be a fraud, right?"

The foreigner waved his hand, "You can keep it, honest young man, thank you." After saying that, without waiting for Ah Qiang to refute, he beckoned and got into a taxi.

The foreigner sat in the car, looked at Cuong's disappearing back, and finally whispered: "Thank you for your lunch all those years, and for your tolerance and companionship." ”