Grandpa Wang's house is in the other direction of this alley.

Cheng Qiaoyi followed Old Man Cheng and slowly walked through this road that had begun to slowly blur in his memory.

Cheng Song looked at Cheng Qiaoyi with a smile on his face: "You liked to run around here when you were a child, I was always worried that you would fall or something, but fortunately, although you were skinny, nothing major happened." ”

“…… Hahahaha. ”

Old man Cheng, Cheng Qiaoyi barely remembered what he said.

When he was a child, he liked to run around, even if it was uphill or downhill, he never gave up running.

At that time, the children in the circle liked to run around here.

This alley is the playground for all the children in the neighborhood.

Cheng Qiaoyi was the most jubilant one in this circle of children at that time.

Of course, these are all in the past, and Cheng Qiao will not be like this a long time ago.

But now when I hear the old man talk about this road, I still have an inexplicable nostalgia when I look at the place where he once ran.

"Do you remember? ”

"Two dogs?"

Cheng Qiaoyi looked in the direction pointed by the old man, and saw that it was a house that had been abandoned for a long time.

Cheng Song glanced at him, and already knew that he almost didn't remember anymore, and explained: "It's the one you used to take to climb a tree, but it fell off the book!"

"Oh!"

Speaking of which, Cheng Qiaoyi had a little impression.

He still remembers that there used to be a skinny child, and at that time no one wanted to take him to play.

But he had to be entangled and chase after Cheng Qiaoyi's ass.

At that time, he was not particularly embarrassed to refuse, so he went with him.

However, even if Cheng Qiaoyi agreed to run after him, the other children were still not very happy.

They made a bet that if he could climb the yellow cypress tree in front of him, they would let him play with him.

The little boy was very scared, and he didn't dare to climb up at all when he looked at the yellow cypress tree.

Seeing him like this, Cheng Qiaoyi climbed up first and slowly pulled him up.

This was the first time the boy climbed the tree.

However, that time, it was easy for the little boy to go up and difficult to come down.

He tried it for a long time, but he fell straight off the tree.

They laughed for a long time, and since then, Ergou has been part of their small group, and they will bring him with them when they play.

Until Cheng Qiaoyi left this place full of memories.

Cheng Qiaoyi sighed, and his mind turned: "Has he moved away for a long time?"

"Yes," Cheng Song nodded: "It's not long after you left, and they also moved away." ”

"I heard that it was because Ergou fell in love with Sichuan Opera, so he had to go to school, and you don't know that we are here, it's quite far away from the Sichuan Opera School or something, so they moved to make it easier for him to study. ”

Cheng Qiaoyi didn't expect that there would be so many people studying opera around him.

Start with your own roommates, one after the other.

"Is he still learning Sichuan opera now?" Cheng Qiaoyi couldn't help but ask.

Hearing what he asked, Cheng Song couldn't help but glare at him: "Why are you asking me this?" I haven't seen him since he moved out. ”

"That's right. ”

Cheng Qiao smiled and helped the old man to a new level.

"Grandpa, Grandpa Wang's house is not far ahead, right? I remember it seems to be like this. ”

Cheng Song glanced at it, "Well, it's over there." ”

……

Cheng Qiao didn't expect that after so many years of not coming back, Old Man Wang's house looked completely different.

Standing out in a pile of dilapidated houses.

Cheng Song skillfully broke free from Cheng Qiaoyi's support and walked to the front and knocked on the door.

"Lao Wang, come out quickly!"

"Ahem......" An old voice came from inside the room: "You old Cheng, really! What are you anxious about! Haven't I already come?"

"Squeak-"

With a soft thud, the door opened.

"Who is this?"

The old man looked at the young man standing next to Cheng Song, a little confused, which junior is this?

A gleam flashed in Cheng Song's eyes, "Guess what, it's not that you don't know each other." ”

"I know?" Old Man Wang was confused by his words, and looked at it carefully, "Where do I recognize it!"

"You really know. Cheng Song opened his mouth firmly.

Old Man Wang was a little unconvinced: "Are you sure I really know?"

"Absolutely. ”

"Then I'll have to take a closer look. ”

Old man Wang said, took out reading glasses from his pocket and put them on the bridge of his nose: "This is ......" He approached and looked carefully: "Is this ......?"

"Who is it?" Cheng Song squinted at him.

Old Man Wang spoke: "Is this Cheng Qiaoyi?"

"Grandpa Wang, it's me. ”

"Is it really you?" Old Man Wang smiled when he heard this: "I haven't seen you for so many years, and you have grown up, I almost can't recognize you." ”

As he spoke, he put his reading glasses back in his pocket, "Come in, it's cold to sit at the door." ”

"So you knew we'd let us in!"

Cheng Song walked in front and sneered: "I thought you were afraid that our grandparents and grandchildren would come to your house to rub the air conditioner!"

Old Man Wang's face flushed.

He usually often kicks Lao Cheng out for this reason, but he doesn't want to lose this face in front of the juniors: "You old Chengtou, I usually say that you don't come to rub it when you say it?"

As he spoke, he pushed open the door, sat on the sofa, and beckoned Cheng Qiaoyi to take the candy on the coffee table and eat it.

Cheng Song was not polite at all, grabbed a handful and stuffed it directly into his pocket.

"What are you doing here!?" Old Man Wang didn't expect Cheng Song to do such a thing, "What are you doing at my house? It can't be just for a few pieces of sugar, right?"

"What are you thinking!" Cheng Song squinted his eyes and put his beloved opera machine on the table, "Didn't I see a few good plays and want to share them with you?"

"Nice play?"

Old Man Wang was also a little moved when he heard this.

He has always been a fan of drama, and his favorite thing is to listen to opera.

But......

He looked at Cheng Song, and he felt that this old man would never be so kind and simply share the Peking Opera he liked.

"You can't still sing it from your son, right?" Old Man Wang looked disgusted.

Hearing his words, Cheng Song smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Of course not! How can I always show you Cheng Qingtong's kid?"

As he spoke, he clicked on the Huangmei opera he had just watched at home, and pulled down the progress where Cheng Qiao sang at the beginning.

"Look at it, this is the Huangmei Opera of Peking Opera, and the singing is quite interesting. ”

Old Man Wang took the opera machine he handed over as if he didn't believe it.