The child's voice got closer and closer, and Li Bai saw two slender ginkgo trees in the distance, which had been like loyal and brave guards for hundreds of years, guarding Qingbai Hutong.

Lao Hou parked the car in front of a mottled vermilion gate, the word "Ruyi" was written on the hairpin, and a pair of lifelike pepper pictures were paved on the door panel, and a big red number was printed on the door number: 7.

After getting out of the car, Lao Hou warmly invited Li Bai to his house to rest for a while, and the little grandson who was practicing his voice saw the stranger, gasped uneasily, and then screamed, and a Dalmatian dog rushed over from the house and jumped in front of the child, as if to protect its little master. Lao Hou hurriedly stepped forward to reassure: "Don't call, Jun'er...... Jun'er, this is Grandpa's best friend. ”

Hou Jun'er quieted down and followed closely behind Lao Hou. Lao Hou asked Li Bai to sit in front of the tea tray and boil water to make tea. Jun'er's emotions gradually calmed down, quietly holding the Dalmatian dog, and secretly looking at the strange Li Bai from time to time.

Li Bai looked around, and there was a huge train in the corner of the living room, lifelike, moving silently on the tracks, crossing a bridge, hanging in mid-air, and then swooping down like a roller coaster, repeatedly...... The train and rails are all made of wooden models, and the structure of parts, gears, and connecting rods shows that it is a huge and delicate project.

"The boy made it himself, I bought him a pile of wood, and he did it before he knew it. Hou Yaozong brought the soaked Tieguanyin to Li Bai, and there was a smug look in his words.

Li Bai was impressed by this eight-year-old child, and Hou Jun'er saw that Li Bai was looking at him, so he hurriedly hid behind Hou Yaozong.

The courtyard of No. 6 Qingbai Hutong is decorated in an antique manner. The bamboo shadow in the living room was heavy, and the sound of gurgling water was faintly heard in the courtyard. On the table is an old electronic calendar with a clear date on it - June 19, 2047.

The afternoon sun filtered in through the tulle curtains, and Tong Yumo sat on a wooden bench in a regular manner, letting Tong Meng help her with her gray hair. Tong Meng's movements were stiff and slow, and no matter how attentive she was, the tweezers in her hands always passed by the white hair.

"Silly boy, my mother has more gray hair and less black hair now, and she has already started dyeing her hair. Tong Yumo smiled from ear to ear.

Half an hour has passed, and under Tong Meng's unyielding persistence, he finally took off the first white hair, and his forehead was unconsciously covered with beads of sweat the size of beans.

"Alright, you can rest for a while. Tong Yumo finally persuaded Tong Meng.

"Mom, I want to ...... Go see Dad...... Dad's study. "Tong dreams of looking at all the things left by his father, touching those things and imagining his father's appearance as he did when he was a child.

"I'll push you away. Tong Yumo got up and pushed Tong Meng to the study.

The study is spacious, with bookcases on both walls, each filled with a dazzling array of paper books.

Tong Meng pointed to the photo frame hanging behind the desk and asked, "This ...... Before...... Haven't seen it. ”

"This is a rubbing, a few years ago, the TV station invited me to be a guest on a treasure appreciation program, and those liar experts held a jar, not to say that it was from the Tang Dynasty, this is not to open their eyes and say nonsense. I know your dad's words turned to dust, and I don't know where he found a broken jar, wrote a nonsense, and said, 'TYM, never give up'. He would lie to me with sweet words, and it didn't turn out to be slipping away. ”

Tong Meng looked carefully at the rubbings in the photo frame, and the payment was really Lan Shen. The wheelchair automatically stopped in front of a bookcase filled with my father's work. Tong Meng stretched out his hand and took the top book in front of him, "Sharma the Witch", that was the last work he wrote, I remember my mother said that when the book was finished, he was just full moon.

"Mengmeng, you sit here, and my mother will make you your favorite pork ribs and roasted winter melon. Tong Yumo quietly wrapped the white hair in her hand and put it in her pocket.

"Thank you...... Thank you, Mom. When Tong Meng heard his mother's best dish, his saliva was about to flow. Although now with a smart kitchen, as long as there is a recipe, you can eat all kinds of delicious foods accurately, but no matter what, this pork rib roasted winter melon is still made by my mother herself is the taste.