Until a long, long time later, Chen Anqiao would recall every detail of that trip back to his hometown with extremely mixed feelings. Because the winds and waves, joys and sorrows of her life are all slowly unfolded from this day......

Late summer 1994.

It is already August, but the rainy season is delayed. For days, the city was drizzled, the air smelled wet, and even the tables and chairs at home were covered with a fine mist.

Located in a quiet area in the heart of the city, an old two-story wooden building is connected to a small courtyard.

It is small because it is only two bedrooms in size, with two bedrooms upstairs and a living room and dining room downstairs. The kitchen and bathroom are located next to the west side of the building and are made of new masonry.

At this moment, in the room on the east side of the second floor of the small building, Chen Anqiao, who had just woken up, was holding his chin and frowning at the ginkgo trees outside the window that had been washed green and translucent by the rain.

The small room is very warmly decorated, with floral curtains and pink mosquito nets, full of girlish atmosphere. On the small bed, my sister Anna is sleeping with a rag doll in her arms.

In the corner of the room, an old-fashioned chrysanthemum brand electric fan slowly swayed against the bed, making a low squeak and sigh.

Rather than being a bedroom, it's better to describe it as a study.

In addition to the bed and a small wardrobe, there is a large desk by the window, and next to it is a large bamboo bookshelf that occupies a wall near it, and is densely packed with books.

Books are carefully categorized into Chinese literature, foreign literature, philosophy, political economy, natural sciences, and even foreign language books...... Take a closer look, there are also a few thread-bound ancient books mixed in it.

Standing at the window and looking down from above, the whole courtyard is full of infinite vitality and poetry.

The domineering creeper occupied the one-man high wall, and unceremoniously spread towards the rusty iron gate.

In the corner of the wall, two ancient ginkgo trees are like two green umbrellas stretched out, and in the small flower bed surrounded by a bamboo fence on the opposite side, in addition to the roses and the moon season that are blooming brightly, there are also some green shallots scattered in the open space......

"Mom—"

Behind him, there was a whisper from his sister.

An Qiao turned around suddenly, and saw that the little guy turned over and continued to sleep sweetly, and the towel blanket was kicked to the ground, so he couldn't help but shake his head, walked over and bent down to pick it up and put it on the other party's stomach again.

"Bang-"

There was the sound of the iron door opening and closing outside, and through the window, she saw her father An Jianguo carrying an umbrella and carrying two bags into the yard, she quickly stood up and ran downstairs.

"Nana hasn't woken up yet?"

An Jianguo put a bag on the cabinet where the telephone was placed, took out the buns in the other bag and put them on the dining table in the same way as tea eggs, and didn't look back when he heard the footsteps.

"Well, I'm still asleep!" An Qiao responded, went to the kitchen and brought out the mung bean porridge that had been cooled a long time ago, and took a handful of tender long beans from the kimchi jar and chopped them and mixed them with sesame oil.

"That's not good, she's a primary school student at the beginning of school, and she has to get used to getting up early-" An Jianguo quickly set up the dishes and chopsticks, and walked towards the stairs as he spoke.

"Dad, Nana has never left her mother when she is so old, she tossed until midnight last night and fell asleep, let's call her later!"

Remembering that her sister was calling her mother in her sleep just now, An Qiao grabbed him.

"That's fine!" An Jianguo did not insist any longer.

What do you mean by this? An Qiao glanced at the other party strangely, and muttered secretly in his heart.

As if knowing what she was thinking, An Jianguo walked up to her: "Qiaoqiao, Dad has to go to the provincial capital immediately, today you take your sister to live at your grandmother's house for a few days, oh, this is the ticket I just bought-"

As he spoke, he took out two tickets from his pocket and put them on the table.

"Mommy she...... What's wrong with her?"

An Qiao grabbed An Jianguo's arm, and his voice was already crying.

"Your aunt said that your mother was a little anemic and asked her to recuperate in the hospital for a few days, and I plan to ask for leave to accompany her. ”

Seeing that his daughter was in such a hurry, An Jianguo hurriedly explained.

"It's hard to take a long-distance bus, it's good to let Nana sleep a little longer, save a while of noise on the road, by the way, I'm ready to eat and drink on the road——"

After a moment's thought, he gestured to the bag on the cabinet and added.

"Mom is really just anemic?" Anqiao glared at him in disbelief, and his mother's somewhat pale face flashed through his mind.