yes, ten years.

This used to be the place he was most familiar with, and at that time, he and Tang Yuan were like siblings, and he lived here every time he returned home and was homeless.

At that time, he and Tang Yuan had a common eldest brother, and although he was very indifferent on the outside, he always had expectations and longings for warmth in his heart. At that time, he called the old lady in front of him his godmother, it was not flattery, but he really envied Tang Yuan for having such a mother and such a warm home.

He has experienced too many things, too many twists and turns, and then they parted ways and became the biggest rival in the mall, and he has no identity and position to come back here.

It's just that now that Tang Yuan is gone, he can instead take his mother's hand and scream.

Godmother, I'm late.

Hearing his words, Lou Jie, who had been smiling, turned his face away, raised his head and inhaled deeply so that the tears did not fall.

When the old man heard his godmother's voice, his tears burst instantly, and the mother, who could hold back not mentioning or crying for a long time after her son's death, finally couldn't cry.

She held Cheng Hao's hand and cried for a long, long time, before she could stop her tears and smile: It's good to come.

Cheng Hao suddenly resented himself very much, why didn't he think of coming back to take a look after knowing Tang Yuan's bad news, and asked Lou Jie to remind and coerce himself in this way.

With Tang Yuan's death and Yuntong's collapse, all the grievances disappeared, as if everything had returned to the starting point.

It seemed that Tang Yuan was still talking here in high spirits, chatting about his imagination for the future, and drawing a big blueprint.

His mother listened with a smile.

Cheng Hao accompanied the old man to play chess, and the old man who was dizzy from the noise sometimes stopped and deliberately frowned and said: As long as you talk a lot, Hao'er is still steady!

Tang Yuan was happy, and replied: I will say what I think, this kid is a stuffy gourd, and his ambition is greater than mine, but he likes to hide!

The old man snorted disdainfully, and then said to Cheng Hao: Don't pay attention to him, that's a madman! Young people should not be full of thinking about how to make money, but also about how to serve the country. You should enter the design institute in the future, you have more cities and hearts than him!

After that, I didn't forget to add a comment on Tang Yuan: It's not in tune!

Tang Yuan stiffened his neck and was unconvinced: Of course you have to make money, only when you have money can you have the capital to realize the ultimate ideal, do you understand!

But later, the frizzy young man grew into a near-perfect sage in people's hearts, and he transformed into a mercenary and profit-hungry villain in everyone's eyes.

Ten years

Time, what exactly did you do?

Tang Yuan's mother wiped her tears, squeezed out a smile and said: Stay and eat, Auntie will make it for you today!

Cheng Hao just wanted to refuse, but Lou Jie hurriedly said: Thank you, Auntie!

The old lady smiled and pointed at him: "Poor mouth again!

Cheng Hao watched the old man's back enter the kitchen, and then clutched his chest like a dying fish and gasped.

Lou Jie held his cheeks and looked at him with a very complicated gaze.

He didn't know what the consequences would be if he dragged Cheng Hao to see Tang Yuan's parents, but he could feel that Cheng Hao was greatly stimulated and touched.

He didn't know exactly what happened back then, and what kind of grievances Tang Yuan, Cheng Hao and Ni Kun had, and Tang Yuan never mentioned those things.

But he knew what the word brother meant, even if time went by, as long as he once had these two words, he would always exist in his blood and bones.

Maybe this one, he won the bet.

Is Hao'er coming?

An old man in a washed and somewhat white overalls slowly came down from the second floor, and he held his glasses on the bridge of his nose, still a little unable to believe his eyes.

Uncle, it's me, I'm here to see you.

Cheng Hao stood up and said respectfully.

After so many years, Tang Yuan's father's habits have not changed. He is a veteran engineer who has worked on the factory floor for many years, so he has always liked to wear this blue washed cloth overalls.

Tang Yuan was not short of money, he had also bought a lot of valuable clothes to honor his parents, and in the end he could only sigh lightly: Let him be happy

Liberation shoes, overalls, just like the imprint of that era, became part of the old man's character.

Come here, play a game of chess with me!

It seems that the son who has been away from home for a long time has returned, without excessive politeness, everything is so natural.

Cheng Hao opened the chessboard and played chess with the old man. It seems that nothing has changed, but this time there is no Tang Yuan by the old man's side.

Eaten!

Cheng Hao didn't show mercy because he had become a guest in the future for a long time, and he eliminated the other party's car so quickly.

Lou Jie made a move on the side, but unfortunately his chess was not good.

If you go like this, my horse will be eaten by me!

Cheng Hao smiled and nodded on the chessboard.

The old man held his glasses and his head was about to stick to the chessboard. Cheng Hao's heart suddenly hurt fiercely, because he saw the old man's hand holding chess trembling uncontrollably.

At some point, age spots had crawled all over his cheeks, his hair was gray and lacklustre, and the haggard couldn't hide it at all.

He saw Tang Yuan's mother for the first time, and now he looked at his father so closely, could ten years really make a person grow like this?

Alas, the old man thought about it for a long time and didn't know where to put the chess pieces, so he could only laugh at himself and accept his fate.

His eyes couldn't see the chessboard clearly, and his hands were so shaky that he couldn't hold the chess pieces, aging was really a matter of an instant, and it seemed to happen in an instant after Tang Yuan's death. I used to think that I was ready, but at that moment I knew that some things were not something that you were prepared for, and the heartache would be lighter, and that kind of injury would never be erased, even if you wanted to try your best to resolve and be indifferent, but unfortunately not human beings can do it.

What's more, you are really not young anymore, no matter how you once dominated the world and ruled the world, but after all, you can't withstand the word time.

Come on, come on, eat!" Tang Yuan's mother wore an apron and beckoned everyone to eat.

Lou Jie dragged Cheng Hao to help set the dishes and chopsticks, and the small restaurant seemed to be a little popular because of the arrival of the two of them.

I remember Hao'er's favorite to eat the jajanjangmian noodles I made. As he spoke, the old man got up and put the sauce in his bowl: put more dishes.

She was busy ignoring Cheng Hao's dissuasion, and only treated him as polite.

to a little vinegar. As she spoke, she picked up the spice bottle again and added it to Cheng Hao's bowl.

As soon as she fell, the old lady suddenly panicked: Oh, it's soy sauce!

After that, she wanted to take Cheng Hao's bowl away and make a new bowl of noodles.

Cheng Hao protected the bowl and said with a smile, he didn't come here to eat this bowl of noodles, but now he is a little inexplicably sad.

The old man rubbed her hands with her apron in embarrassment, and everyone comforted her for a long time before she sat down carefully.

Cheng Hao hurriedly took a bite in order to reassure the old man, but the moment the noodles were entered, he was suddenly stunned.

Once upon a time, in his memory, this bowl of noodles was so delicious, every time he returned to China to live in Tang Yuan's house, he would name this bowl of fried noodles. This has almost become a kind of nostalgia, a kind of affection that connects home and country, so much so that now every time Xiaoyuan doesn't know what to cook, he can't help but say: Fried noodles!

But why did the delicious jajangmyeon become so salty at that time? It was almost salty to the heart, salty to a kind of bitterness, and it just surged from the heart and slowly surged into the eyes.

It's not salty, it's the old man can't stand the time after all, the taste has deteriorated, and the taste is getting heavier and saltier.

This time, Cheng Hao understood what aging was from the depths of his soul.

The man is old, and the son is gone.

For the first time, this sorrow came so directly and clearly, and I am afraid that there could never be a sadder thing in the world. What's more, they are the people they once regarded as parents

Seeing him stunned, Tang Yuan's mother couldn't help but say nervously: Isn't it delicious?

Cheng Hao shook his head: No, it's delicious.

After that, he devoured it, buried his head deeply, and the tears that he had been able to suppress couldn't hold back anymore at the moment, so he mixed the noodles and swallowed them.

Cheng Hao didn't know how he got out of Tang Yuan's house at all, his steps were soft, his mind was blank, and that sad mood had been lingering.

Lou Jie handed him a cigarette, Cheng Hao took it and took a hard puff, neither of them spoke, just sat by the moat in a daze, watching the sunset pass the corner tower of the Forbidden City little by little, and the last bit of golden light was exhausted, and then the lights came on, Haoyue took over and slowly climbed up to the roof to dye the willows with a cold silver light.

What does it feel? It's uncomfortable, isn't it? Lou Jie raised his head and looked at the towering buildings in the distance, as if talking to himself.

Cheng Hao didn't speak, he hadn't recovered from that depressed state of mind, and Lou Jie's flat tone sounded like a provocation.

What do you mean?

Lou Jie ignored his defensive gaze and said slowly: How many such families are there in this city, this huge imperial capital, in these countless buildings?

In any case, they at least have no worries about food and clothing, and there are people to care for, but how many such empty-nest families in this city do not have such conditions at all.

His tone became higher and higher, and he suddenly turned around and stared straight into Cheng Hao's eyes: You should understand Tang Yuan now, right?

Seeing Cheng Hao's still confused expression, he turned around and put his hands behind his back, the silence here at this moment was in stark contrast to the hustle and bustle across the moat.

There are bright lights, and there is the most prosperous night day in this city, but who knows how much unspeakable loneliness and sorrow are hidden in the shadow behind this prosperity.

Whether it is the early death of children or the absence of children because of work, there are too many empty nest families, and there will be more and more in the future. The old have something to support, the old have something to rely on, and there will not be an empty nester who will cause a tragedy because his children are not around, this is Tang Yuan's ultimate ideal.

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