"Where is your home?"

"My house is in the military compound behind the cheering field at the entrance of the street!"

"Isn't your dad home? I'm not going to your house!"

"My dad went to Yunnan, it's okay, there's no one at home, you have never been to my house, go to my house to see, I'm going to tell you a secret!"

The bicycle turned into a large courtyard where soldiers stood guard, and a straight road stretched into the courtyard in the distance, and the road was lined with dense French plane trees, camphor trees, locust trees, and white magnolia trees in the bright night light. The night wind hit, and the sound of rustling from the treetops made Huang Cheng and Zeng Bixian look at each other and smile, all the silence was silent, there were only two people in this world and a car strolling in this vast night, it was a dream or it was really difficult to identify.

Turning into a row of plane trees hidden in the dark shadow of a newly built residential building, Huang Cheng locked the car downstairs, and took Zeng Bixian's hand up to the third floor to the door of the innermost unit. Zeng Bixian watched Huang Cheng open the door, pull on the light, with the clear sight in front of him, a completely different world appeared in front of Zeng Bixian's eyes, a row of simple but high-end pure wood sofas in the living room surrounded a TV cabinet, a super-large color TV in the TV cabinet was eye-catching, such a large size TV Zeng Bixian saw it for the first time, the TV in Xu Weiming's living room is the latest 19 inches on the market, Huang Cheng's family is more than twice as large as Xu Weiming's house, and what is even more surprising is that a double-door refrigerator in the corner of the living room proudly demonstrates the economic strength of the owner, and the exquisite murals on the wall, all kinds of craft gifts placed on the screen partition in the living room, and the simple but faintly revealing luxurious style in the bedroom made Zeng Bixian feel strange,

"Huang Cheng, how old is your father, is your family rich?"

Because there was heating at home, Huang Cheng, who took off his coat, poured a glass of water for Zeng Bixian and smiled slightly,

"My dad is a little chief of staff, and my family's money is used to treat my mother, and my family is very poor!"

Zeng Bixian tilted her head to figure out whether what Huang Cheng said was true or false, in Huang Cheng's home behind the Xiangyang Cinema, Zeng Bixian didn't see any luxury, she once thought that Huang Cheng's family was a very poor family, and there was also this reason in her pity for Huang Cheng, but she didn't think that Huang Cheng's home in Wuhan seemed to be a hidden tyrant, which made Zeng Bixian feel confused.

"My family's affairs are a long story, are you hungry? I'm hungry now, and there's some leftover rice in the fridge, so I'll scramble some eggs and fried rice!"

Zeng Bixian didn't eat anything at night in the Great China Restaurant because of her restraint, and now after Huang Cheng's reminder, she immediately felt hungry, took off her coat, and came to the kitchen to roll up her sleeves and prepare to help Huang Cheng scrambled eggs and fried rice, Huang Cheng didn't let her, not to say that Zeng Bixian was a guest, and didn't let her do it, Zeng Bixian then stood next to watch Huang Cheng skillfully turn on the gas stove, pour a little oil into the iron pot, fry three scrambled eggs, and then pour the leftovers from the refrigerator into the iron pot, and stir-fry them together with the scrambled eggs.

"You are the first woman other than my mother and my grandmother to let me fry rice by myself, in the future, I will only give you one person to scramble egg fried rice, and never fry it for other women, believe me, don't go to the United States with that pervert, you won't be happy with him." ”

Thinking that Xu Weiming, who was covered in blood, was still in the guest house, Zeng Bixian's eyes dimmed, how could she explain to her mother if she went back to her hometown if she didn't go to the United States?

Huang Cheng, who fried rice, served a bowl for each of them, sitting on the sofa in the living room, Huang Cheng devoured a bowl of egg fried rice, and Zeng Bixian, who was worried, drove out half of the rice in the bowl to Huang Cheng, although she was very hungry but had no appetite, Zeng Bixian couldn't finish a big bowl of egg fried rice.

Huang Cheng, who was full of food, took out a photo album to Zeng Bixian to see, and he went to the bathroom to take a shower first, and when he came out of the shower, he found that Zeng Bixian, who was still sitting on the sofa, was silently in a daze in front of a black and white photo in the album.

"Huang Cheng, who are the pair of Japanese children in this photo? Why do you have so many photos of Japanese people in your family?"

Huang Cheng, who was wiping his hair with a dry towel, sat next to Zeng Bixian and said with a solemn expression,

"That's the secret I want to tell you today, the two children in this picture are my aunt and my dad, my dad is a Japanese war orphan. My aunt's name was Ryoko Ito, and she immigrated to Northeast China with her biological parents in Japan as a child, where it was then called Manchukuo. My dad was born and raised in Heilongjiang, his Japanese name was Akihiko Ito, and then Japan was defeated, my aunt returned to Japan with her parents, and my dad was too young, his parents left him with a local childless peasant couple as adopted sons and then left in a hurry. My father's adoptive parents, that is, my current grandparents, took my father to flee from the Northeast incognito to Hubei, and raised my father as if he were his own son, my father did not start talking until he was 12 years old, and the neighbors always thought he was mute, and later my grandmother found out that it was my father's biological mother who told him not to talk before leaving, so that others would not know that he was Japanese. In the summer when my father was 12 years old, my grandfather died in the line of duty during a flood prevention and rescue during the flood season of the Yangtze River for saving collective materials. My father's identity as a Japanese no one knows except my grandmother, until last year my aunt came to China to find Hubei Wuhan from Linkou County, Heilongjiang, and finally found my father with the help of government departments, she told my father that his biological parents in Japan have passed away one after another, their only wish is to let their daughter Ryoko come to China to bring his younger brother Akihiko back to Japan, but my father is determined not to go back, he said that he is Chinese, from the moment his biological parents abandoned him, as a Japanese, he died on that day, born in China, he grew up in China is an authentic Chinese, and he will never follow his sister back to Japan。 Aunt Ryoko later sadly returned to Japan alone, but she was still glad that my father was able to survive that troubled time, and then she came to China a few more times, where she gave us televisions, refrigerators, and many high-end appliances. You see, these photos were taken by Aunt Ryoko to show my father, and they show Japanese grandparents, relatives and friends. ”

Zeng Bixian's mood became very heavy after listening to Huang Cheng's confession, if Huang Cheng's father is Japanese, then Huang Cheng means that he is also Japanese, although China and Japan have established diplomatic relations for more than ten years, but the people's hostility towards the Japanese is still widespread, and it is better not to let more people know about this matter.

There are too many things to experience today, Zeng Bixian felt as if her body and mind were hollowed out, she felt tired, she looked up at the wall clock on the wall, it was now three o'clock in the morning, Zeng Bixian, who was full of food, felt that her eyelids were unusually heavy, and after a while, she fell asleep on the sofa, and when she woke up, the sound of the radio outside the window made Zeng Bixian dazed and didn't know where she was, she glanced at the single bed she was lying on, and then looked at the pictorial of planes, artillery, tanks, and ships posted on the wall, and remembered that this was Huang Cheng's bedroom.

When I think of where I am, I wake up and have to face a mountain of troubles to my heart, Xu Weiming was beaten like that by Huang Cheng last night, the relationship between the two is self-evident, the United States will definitely not be able to go, it seems that the only way to return to Jihong Middle School to continue teaching, but if you go back, how to explain it to your mother? But no matter what, the wavering confusion and helplessness in my heart before seemed to become clear because of Huang Cheng by my side, my own life path, the person who walks is myself, and it is I who makes decisions, and following my inner thoughts is the only choice that I will not regret in the future.