After returning to Guangzhou, Yin Kunpeng let Shunzi wholeheartedly take care of the child at home, raise the fetus with peace of mind, every day unless there is an extremely important guest entertainment will be a little later, basically go home after work, accompany Shunzi and the child to eat, after eating, the family of three came to Binjiang Avenue not far from Binjiang Yiyuan for a walk.

At night, the brightly lit Binjiang Avenue is very lively, full of people who come to enjoy the coolness, some come to exercise, some come to dance square dance, there are little couples who are talking about love, Xiaobao will take a little short leg to run like joy as soon as he arrives at the riverside, and every day he must go to the toy shop with a big handful of hydrogen balloons tied to the door of the house and stand in front of it, waiting for Yin Kunpeng to come over to buy him balloons, no matter how Shunzi stops, Yin Kunpeng will buy a balloon for his son.

Yin Kunpeng, the son who was holding the balloon in his hand, looked at him with a doting face, and Junzi stood aside and said dissatisfiedly,

"Don't get used to him, buy whatever you want, you'll develop bad habits in the future! Look at how many balloons there are in his room now!"

"Now that the children are still young, we will discipline them well when they go to school, and I believe that our children must be the smartest children!"

Junko smiled and shook her head,

"I'll tell you a joke, a mother brought a beautiful apple to the kindergarten and told the teacher to give it to the prettiest child in the class, and the teacher went up to her son and gave it to him. This joke shows that in the eyes of all parents in the world, their children will always be the most beautiful children in the world, right? But the truth is that children are children, whether they are beautiful or not, smart or not, they are children, and don't let your children develop some bad habits and personalities because of your pampering!

"I know, I know, you always analyze everything so objectively, but you have to know that some emotions come from the heart, from instinct, and there is no way to analyze objectively, just like I like you, can you analyze why I like you so much?"

Junko shook her head, she had never figured out this question!

Looking at Junzi's serious expression, Yin Kunpeng rubbed Junzi's head and said with a smile,

"I'm a ghost!"

Take Junko's hand and continue to stroll along the glittering riverside avenue!

One Monday morning, Junzi received a package from Mackinac City at home, which should be a package sent by his mother Huang Lihua in the United States mentioned by Yin Kunpeng, the recipient is Yin Kunpeng, Yin Kunpeng went to the company early in the morning, Junzi hesitated to open the package in front of him that was full of temptation for himself, what was the bread inside? Yin Kunpeng said that Huang Lihua knew everything about his biological parents, what could be in it to solve the mystery of his life experience?

After the permission of Yin Kunpeng on the other end of the phone, Shunzi opened the package very carefully, opened the two layers of cardboard boxes, and revealed a vintage, mottled color, elegant red lacquered wooden box, the wooden box was long and flat, and the lid of the maroon wooden box was faintly painted with bluegrass patterns. For some reason, touching this old antique that seemed to have been sleeping for a thousand years, Junko seemed to see her grandmother sitting in a small building with mottled walls in a small town far away, groping for this wooden box while reminiscing about the past.

Open the wooden box, a yellowed rice paper revealed a piece of pearl-inlaid milky yellow satin fabric, the fabric exudes a pungent smell of antiseptic potion, a look at the degree of oxidation of pearls and the color of the fabric to know that the object in front of you is at least nearly 100 years old, Junzi carefully spread out this fabric to see, and found that this fabric is a complete women's embroidered curved low-neck cheongsam, in the left chest and right hem of the cheongsam echo each other embroidered with two golden phoenixes, two red peonies are embroidered at the cuffs, and a string of pearls the size of a fingernail are inlaid at the curved placketJunko knelt on the ground and stared at the thing in front of him as if it was a cultural relic sent from a museum, and wondered if this was her grandmother's cheongsam?

Shunzi picked up three work logs and the two old photos, carefully identified the people in the photos, the yellowed black and white photo is a group photo of a family of three, in the center of the photo stood a young soldier in the uniform of a Kuomintang officer, a young soldier with a bright look and a gorgeous young woman wearing a beige cheongsam, and looked at the cheongsam worn by the young woman with a beautiful face was the pearl-encrusted cheongsam wrapped in rice paper at hand, and the young woman was still holding a baby who looked like a full moon for a short time. I saw that the two people in the photo looked serious, looking at the camera with a solemn face, without a trace of smile, and the baby in the young woman's arms raised small fists as if protesting. Junzi turned the photo over and looked at it, and in the lower right corner of the reverse side of the photo, a line of blurred blue pen words came into view.

Zeng Shancun, with his wife Zhao Meilan and daughter Zeng Lanying, opened a photo studio in Hankou 1943.05.21

It turned out that the photo was a group photo of her grandmother and her parents, and the cheongsam in front of her was the cheongsam that her grandmother's mother once wore, and the commemorative significance was extraordinary, why did such a precious cheongsam go to Yin Kunpeng's mother?

The second photo is much clearer than the first, it is a graduation photo taken in a school playground, there are about thirty or forty people in four rows from short to tall, the standing and squatting classmates in the photo are probably only eighteen or nine years old, most of them are wearing white shirts with the characteristics of the times, blue pants, and red faces full of youth and high spirits. Only the teachers sitting in the front row were a little older, and Junko recognized the grandmother sitting in the middle at a glance, the grandmother was really young at that time, her hair was still jet black, her cheeks were still full, she had short hair, she was in good spirits, and she was sitting on a stool with a straight waist, looking at the camera with a light smile. In addition, a young girl sitting on the far right suddenly attracted Junko's attention, only to see that the girl was wearing two ponytails on her chest, wearing a white dress, sitting upright on a stool, her eyebrows were clear, her face was like a peach blossom, and a pair of prickly eyes looked at the camera affectionately. Shunzi flipped over the photo and looked, and there was indeed a line of blurred pen handwriting on the back of the photo.

All the teachers and students of the third (2) class of Huanggang Jihong Middle School took a graduation photo on 1985.06.12

Junzi vaguely remembers that her grandmother mentioned that the predecessor of Huanggang No. 3 Middle School was called Jihong Middle School, and it was renamed City No. 3 Middle School in the early nineties of the last century. Junzi wondered why Yin Kunpeng's mother sent this photo, put down these two photos, and Junzi picked up three heavy work log manuals with khaki hard cover covers, such work log manuals Junzi saw a lot in her grandmother's desk drawer when she was young, it was her grandmother preparing for class and writing materials.

Opened the first work log manual and saw that the title page of the first page had three words written on the diary, and Huang Lihua was written in the lower right corner, 1983.09.01----1984.08.28 It turned out that these three work manuals were the diaries of Yin Kunpeng's mother when she was a student, and Junzi picked up the collective graduation photo again, trying to find the shadow of an acquaintance from it, but the immature faces from the distant era, Shunzi really couldn't tell the difference.

Junzi wanted to continue to read the workbook, and suddenly the child's cry came from Xiaopeng's room, Junzi hurriedly packed up the precious package in front of him, and ran into Xiaobao's room, the child stopped crying immediately when he saw his mother come in, and a busy day began!