Before leaving, her grandmother stuffed a letter into Shen Wenwen's bag and told her, "Read it after you leave." ”

The plane has taken off and is flying smoothly in the clouds.

Shen Wenwen opened the envelope, and Grandma Juanxiu's handwriting came into view.

"Literature, forgive my grandmother for keeping the news from you, afraid that you will resist and refuse to make the trip, but he is my son, and I beg you as a mother to bring him back......"

Shen Wenxue's vision quickly blurred, tears swirling in his eyes, and finally fell on the letter paper one by one, and the handwriting was smeared.

A tissue came out from the next seat, it was a man's hand, and the fingers were long.

Shen Wenxue took the tissue, looked up and said, "Thank you." ”

Then he froze.

The person smiling at her in front of her turned out to be ...... Hua Jianmin.

Shen Wenxue quickly wiped away his tears, "Director, why are you here?"

Shen Wenwen clearly remembered that when the plane took off, there was another person in the next seat.

"I saw you when I got on the plane, and I didn't plan to change seats, but I saw someone crying, so I changed it so that the next seat wouldn't be too painful. ”

So changing seats not for her, but for her neighbor's seat?

Shen Wenxue was angry and stuffed the tear-stained tissue back into his hand, Hua Jianmin: "......"

During the entire flight journey, Shen Wenxue didn't speak, either sleeping or pondering, and Hua Jianmin didn't argue with her.

After more than six hours of flight, the plane finally arrived in Urumqi, the capital of Xinjiang.

Even in summer, the weather in Xinjiang is a large temperature difference between morning and evening, not to mention winter, it is the coldest time in Xinjiang, and the temperature is more than ten degrees below zero every day.

When I got out of the airport, I was shivering from the cold, but fortunately, Shen Wenwen brought a thick down jacket.

Hua Jianmin walked up to Shen Wenxue with his suitcase and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Fuhai County. Shen Wen replied.

Where my father worked, so did my home.

"Same way. Hua Jianmin said.

Of course, Shen Wenwen will not believe it: "How is it possible?"

"It wouldn't have been, but isn't that what you're going to do?"

Because of a coincidence, he changed his journey for her.

Shen Wenxue did not refuse Hua Jianmin, here and now, she really needs an acquaintance to accompany her.

Along the way, Shen Wenwen was thinking, why did grandma not go on a different journey? Along the way, he thought of a hundred reasons for his grandmother, grandma was too old to withstand such a blow, and she couldn't withstand the fatigue of the journey...... It's all possible, but maybe it's not grandma's reason.

Although the grandmother did not give the exact reason, she gave the exact task, that is, the father must be brought back: because the father ...... Sick.

My father originally said that he would go home for the Chinese New Year this year to reunite with his grandmother, but he broke his promise because of illness.

In the letter, my grandmother said that if my father's illness could not be cured in Xinjiang, he would always be cured when he returned home.

The nurse said that one of her old colleagues was not sick before retirement, he was healthy and lively, but after retirement, he went abroad to live with his children but soon became ill, the reason was that he was not adapted.

Grandma thinks that the same is true of my father's illness.

Shen Wenxue and Hua Jianmin arrived in Fuhai County the next day.

According to the address given by the grandmother, Shen Wenxue and Hua Jianmin went to Shen Chengyan's house after lunch.

During lunch, Shen Wenwen asked Hua Jianmin: "Why did the director choose to travel to Xinjiang in winter?"

June to August is the best time to travel in Xinjiang, Haba River, Hemu, Kanas, Turpan, Tianshan Tianchi, all have to go sightseeing at that time to appreciate the beauty and tranquility, even this Fuhai is also the most beautiful in that season.

"The best time to travel is not necessarily the best time to meet the best people. ”

Hua Jianmin's words made Shen Wenxue pull the corners of her mouth silently, if it weren't for her father's illness, she would laugh heartily, but her father's illness was like a big stone pressing on her heart.

It wasn't until he arrived at Shen Chengyan's house that Shen Wenxue knew that his grandmother had also been deceived, and his father was not sick, but sacrificed.

It was a mud house, unremarkable, earthy yellow.

Xinjiang doesn't have large forests, and it's not easy to mine stones, so mud houses like these abound in rural or other small cities outside of Urumqi, which is full of high-rise buildings.

At the door, a woman named Na Zehai was standing, her father's current wife and Shin Wenwen's stepmother.

The name Nazawa Hai is a metaphor for loyalty.

Next to Na Zehai stood her and Shin Seung-yan's son, Arslan, who means lion.

Arslan was 16 years old after the New Year and had just entered his first semester of high school.

Na Zehai has the appearance characteristics of a Xinjiang woman, with a high nose bridge, deep eyes, and a dark complexion, although she has reached middle age, she is still beautiful.

Arslan's facial features are more sinic, far from the majesty of the lion, and he is a delicate young man, maybe more like his father.

Shen Wenxue looked at the mother and son, but she couldn't remember her father's voice and smile, because she hadn't seen her father since she could remember.

Na Zehai and Arslan welcomed Shen Wenxue and Hua Jianmin into the house, and took them to see many relics of Shen Chengyan.

Shin Seung-yan's police uniform, a group photo of Shin Seung-yan and his family, the family is limited to Nazehai and Arslan.

Arslan has taken a lot of photos with Shen Chengyan since he was a child.

Shen Chengyan, who is wearing a police uniform, is tall and handsome, and the photo with Na Zehai can be called a pair of beautiful people.

Looking at Shen Chengyan's photos, Na Zehai and Arslan have been crying, and Shen Wenxue has also shed a few tears, but a large part of these tears are due to conformity, not empathy, and not from the heart.

It was the first time in more than 20 years that she had such close contact with her father, and the person in the photo was so close to her, but so far away, Shen Wenxue's mood was more numb, and she counted it carefully, but she didn't have much hatred.

The father has been cremated, and the urn is temporarily stored in the funeral home.

"How did he die?" is what Shen Wenwen is most concerned about.

As Shin Seung-yan's daughter, she has the right to know about her father's death.

Although Na Zehai's home looks earthy yellow on the outside, it is extremely colorful on the inside.

Hearing Shin Literature's question, Na Zehai's expression was very gray, which was incompatible with the colors of the room.

Arslan stood at the door of the room and greeted Hua Jianmin, who left a separate space for Shen Wenwen and Na Zehai to talk.

He got up and walked up to Arslan, who handed him a bag of things, and said with a smile: "Our specialty of Fuhai is to eat sunflower on the top mountain." ”

Isn't it just melon seeds?

Hua Jianmin took it with a smile and said, "Thank you!"

Arslan said, "They women talk, we men go out for a walk." ”

In the face of Arslan's invitation, Hua Jianmin readily agreed.