Rong Huo didn't want to ask again, pursed his lips and walked to another decorative shelf, saw a bowl, loved it very much, and stopped moving.

"Do you like it, pick a few if you like it. Guo Yongxing, who followed behind, said.

"Huh?" Rong Huo looked back in surprise, "Is that okay?"

"I'm ready to move," Guo Yongxing came to her side, picked up the bowl that Rong Huo liked and wiped it, looking very calm, "My cousin called me over, saying that their children have grown up and have gone out to work hard, and we are old, while we are still alive, we will get together more, I agreed." I can't take all these things away, except for you, I'm going to ask the old guys next to me if they like anything, and if they do, take them all. ”

Rong Huo was caught off guard, and she asked in a daze, "When will you move?"

"I'll move early tomorrow morning. Guo Yongxing smiled and took out the small flashlight, "Thank you for sending it to me today." Put the little flashlight back in your pocket.

"But," Rong Huo frowned worriedly, "aren't you looking for your son?"

Guo Yongxing looked at the bowl in his hand and sighed lightly: "I've been looking for two years, and I've found all the places I can find, and I have to live my life." ”

He looked like he had given up, but Rong Huo clearly heard a very strong "tick" sound coming from him, and his heart was still frantically asking for help, and he was still looking forward to his son's return.

Rong Huo's thumb rubbed the tiger's mouth: "Uncle, I heard that your son went home before he disappeared, and then disappeared?"

Guo Yongxing's hand holding the bowl suddenly tightened, as if he wanted to crush it, but after two or three seconds, he relaxed again, as if he had discovered something: "Yes, he finally went home, but I quarreled with him and kicked him out, if, if I hadn't quarreled with him, and he hadn't left angrily, maybe, it might ......."

He closed his eyes vigorously, sighed, handed the bowl in his hand to Rong Huo, and took out another identical one from the cabinet: "I made these two together, unless someone else imitates another one, otherwise there are probably only these two in the world, give them to you, it should be a very happy thing to be able to eat with your relatives." ”

Rong Huo held two identical bowls in both hands, the only difference was that one was slightly larger and the other was slightly smaller.

She can imagine that when Guo Yongxing made these two bowls, he should have remembered his son when he was a child, so the two bowls, one represents the father and the other represents the son.

"Uncle, why did you quarrel with your son at that time?"

Guo Yongxing was silent, and when Rong Huo looked at him suspiciously, he found that he didn't say anything, he was trying to recall something, but it didn't seem to be successful: "I, I really don't remember, what happened a few days before and after my son came back, I can't remember how I can remember it later, I only vaguely remember that I quarreled with him, and he slammed the door and went out." ”

He patted his head as he spoke, his expression tangled and painful.

"People sometimes forget if they are too stimulated, you may have forgotten about your son after that day, and you blame yourself too much, so you forget about that day. Rong Huo pulled down Guo Yongxing's masochistic hand and helped him sit down, "Uncle, I think you are right, life has to go on, and people have to move forward." ”

Guo Yongxing was probably used to it, and soon cheered himself up and waved his hand so that Ronghuo didn't have to worry about him.

He saw that it was already late, and stood up again: "Yo, it's all at this point, you haven't eaten yet, do you have some to eat with your uncle?"

"No, I'll be leaving right away, home...... There are still people waiting for me at home. Rong Huo picked up her backpack, and she felt that she had checked it almost today.

……

As soon as Rong Huo entered the door, he saw Zhan He sitting on the sofa, leaning on his thighs and watching TV, his posture was elegant and noble, revealing a little freedom and ease.

"Coming back?" asked lukewarmly.

Rong Huo changed his shoes: "Well, I'm back." She slipped into the house with her slippers on, "Uncle, have you eaten?"

"No," my uncle watched the TV seriously, not glancing at her coldly, and there was a weird yin and yang on his lips, "Uncle doesn't have any classmates who invite me to dinner." ”

Ronghuo: "......"

She sat down beside him: "Uncle, are you jealous?"

"How is it possible, what kind of jealousy does my uncle eat. "He's a benevolent uncle, how can he be jealous because his niece ran to a reunion with his classmates, it's impossible.

Rong Huo silently "oh": "Then, didn't Auntie cook tonight?"

"You don't come back to eat, what does Auntie do for dinner. ”

Ronghuo: "......" has such a strong smell of gunpowder, and you still say that you are not jealous?

"Then what should I do," Rong Huo leaned back and came to Ge You to lie down, "I only drank some coffee with my classmates, and I didn't eat two bites of cake, so I thought that my uncle would go home early today and wanted to have dinner with my uncle, but I didn't expect that there was nothing to eat at home, so hungry." ”

Zhan He, who told Aunt Lin not to cook, and was not in the mood to eat: "......"

What kind of TV are you watching, Zhan He immediately got up, he wanted to cook noodles for Ronghuo again, but thinking of being scolded by fans last time, he felt that he was really too bad to treat his niece: "Go, what do you want to eat, uncle invites you." ”

The corners of Rong Huo's mouth hooked, and he stood up and stretched: "I want to eat hot pot." ”

Eating hot pot on a hot day?

"Okay. Zhan He agreed unconditionally, and planned to wait until she finished eating the hot pot and then brewed some cool tea to drink.

"Eh, wait, I'll go to the bathroom. Rong Huo rushed to the bathroom, Zhan He looked at the backpack that she casually threw aside, and lifted it up for her, thinking that she might have to carry it out, but after starting it, she found that the weight was a little wrong.

This kind of decorative small backpack is more good-looking on the back, and by the way, it is decorated with small objects that can be used when going out, and the fire is generally filled with paper towels, small mirror wallets, and two homework books that may be written at night (the highest equipment for scumbags), etc., she does not use cosmetics, so the backpack has always been very light, and he often carries it to her when the two go out, and he understands it very well.

And the backpack was very bulging, and it looked like it was stuffed with something, so he unzipped it and found that there were several items wrapped in newspaper.

He took them out one by one, and didn't think much about it, thinking that Rong Huo had bought something, and he just wanted to put it at home, so that she would not carry it out again after a while.

The newspaper was not very airtight, and when I took it out, I found that it was a ceramic object, and there was a teapot with a few small teacups, which were very beautiful, and there were two bowls that were exactly the same, one large and one small.

When Rong Huo came out, he saw Zhan He holding the two bowls, and when he looked at her, there was excitement in his eyes: "This gift is great, my uncle likes it very much." ”

Ronghuo: Did he misunderstand something ......?