Chapter 2 Returning Home

Speeding all the way, Park Chuxi's heart is also like a car under his feet, galloping into the distance.

"Is this going home, young man?" asked the middle-aged driver who was driving. "I went to SR and knew that I would come back and see it, a very nice young man. qingzhou and SR can't compare. It's a real big city, and the entire Qingzhou people together can't compare to the population of a hole. ”

The driver looked at Park Chuxi and continued: "But we qingzhou also has places that his SR can't compare." ”

"yes. Park Chuxi said.

Hearing Park Chuxi's answer, the driver was obviously more excited.

"Guy, are you a star in SR? Speaking of which, your temperament and appearance are very good. This should probably captivate quite a few young girls. When I was younger, I longed for those days. Although he can't become a star, he doesn't reduce his enthusiasm for chasing stars. ”

"At that time, the favorite of young people was mythology, and in the streets and alleys, you could meet teenagers humming their songs. Alas, to tell you this, you probably don't know. The driver sighed and spoke to himself. His expression seemed to go back to his old days.

"Look at your current idols, it's really ...... Alas, idols at that time relied on strength to prove themselves, unlike now, when everyone relies on scandals to prove themselves. ”

"It's just a cultural difference, and there's nothing strange about it. Park Chuxi said.

"It seems that we are really old. ”

"Still, there are some very good artists. For example, the pride of our qingzhou, the Aikido girl is very good. ”

"Aikido girl?" Park Chuxi was obviously interested.

"Daughter of the Park family, her father is a famous Aikido master in our Qingzhou. That's why we all call her Aikido Girl. ”

As soon as Pu Chuxi's heart moved, he knew who he was talking about. His mind has flown to his home in the city of Qingzhou. Time flies, and Park Chuxi can't remember the scene at the door of his house.

His father was always unsmiling and always perfected his craft. A large part of the reason for Park Chuxi's success in the army is the teaching given to him by his father. Mother is a gentle person, always infiltrating the family like a drizzle.

The young Park Chuxi didn't know how many tears she shed, thinking of this, Park Chuxi's heart was sour. I didn't have the heart to discuss with the driver.

The car was quickly driven into the city of Qingzhou. Everything in front of him is not what Park Chuxi is familiar with. But he felt so real that he was back.

When the bus arrived at the station, Park Chuxi couldn't take care of it. I took a taxi and went straight home.

The car stopped, and Park Chuxi got out of the car, looking at the scene in front of him that had barely changed. I couldn't move in excitement.

In front of the eye, there is a row of somewhat quaint facades. These facades have been around for a while. It is carved with classical and charming patterns. In the middle of the faΓ§ade is a large gate. There is a couplet on the left and right sides of the door.

The upper link is: spring and autumn.

The next link is: one gas inside and one gas outside and one gas inside and outside.

In the middle are written three words in ancient characters: Aikido.

In front of the stone base in front of the door, there is a row of flower beds. In the flower bed, two neat rows of hibiscus trees are planted. The branches of the flower trees are covered with snow, but the buds under the branches contain the hope of spring.

In Pu Chuxi's impression, the most profound thing is that on the day when the hibiscus flowers bloomed, his mother took her sister to pick the blooming hibiscus flowers one by one in the flower bed in front of the door and put them in a pot of clear water. Then rinse gently. Wrapped in mixed flour and fried in a pot, the delicious taste is a taste that Pu Chuxi will never forget for the rest of his life.

For some reason, Park Chuxi felt cold on his face, and when he came back to his senses, he found that there were tears unknowingly.

Wiping away the traces left by his tears, Pu Chuxi took a step, step by step, and carefully stepped into this house.

The house was very clean and you could see that the owner cleaned it with great care. In the yard, several tall French plane trees are planted. The leaves have already fallen, and the clean branches are covered with fresh snow. The courtyard extends in front of a row of wooden fences, behind which are bluestone paved passageways. It is a courtyard house. The row of houses in front of you is a dojo for Aikido disciples to practice martial arts.

Passing through this row of houses, behind is where Park Chuxi's parents live. Obviously, the backyard is cleaned up more carefully than the front yard. In the center of the courtyard is a large elm tree, under which there are three round stone tables, each with three stone benches. Snow had just fallen, but the stools and tables were spotlessly clean. You can even see the reflection of the branches of the tree.

When Park Chuxi came in, he saw a woman in traditional clothes working. This back, Park Chuxi will never forget.

"Grandma!" Pu Chuxi called softly.

The woman who was working turned around and saw the man in front of her. Her gaze went from bland to radiant!

"Chu Xi, Chu Xi!" she murmured, but Park Chu Xi put down the package and hugged the woman in front of her.

"Grandma, it's me, I'm back. Pu Chuxi's voice was a little whimpering. There's so much in there.

"Chu Xi, it's been a few years since you left, and Grandma misses you. The woman also hugged her Pu Chuxi tightly. At this moment, she can only use this method to show her unsettled heart.

"Grandma, I'm back, and I won't leave you in the future. Park Chuxi assured.

The woman kept nodding her head, and the great surprise made her heart flutter. After a long time, Park Chuxi was released. With her hands on his shoulders, she looked at him carefully.

Then, he wiped his tears with his hands and said, "Yes, I haven't seen you for a few years, but my son has grown up." Come on, get inside!"

With a faint smile on her face, Pu Chuxi followed the woman into the house.

"Your father went to SR to pick up Chu Long. I'm going to give him a call. When the time comes, the family will be reunited. The woman's joy was indescribable, and she eagerly pulled Park Chuxi to sit down, and then called Park Chuxi's father, her husband, to share the news with him.

"Jihoon, Chu Xi is back. You pick up Chu Long and come back!" The phone was connected, and Pu's mother couldn't wait to tell the news of Pu's father and son's return.

"I see. I'm driving now, I'll talk about it when I get back. A few words came from the other end of the phone, and the voice was smooth and powerful. Then the phone hung up.

Although he only heard a few words, Park Chuxi really felt that he had returned home.