Qi Buyang got into a taxi. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The driver was very black, because of Qi Buyang's yellow-skinned face, he talked a lot, asked this and that, asked Qi Buyang if it was the first time he came to San Francisco, and asked him what he was doing in San Francisco and if he had any friends here.

Qi Buyang was casually perfunctory, but he didn't expect the driver to be very enthusiastic and said that he could take Qi Buyang to a cheap hotel.

When the taxi drove up the Golden Gate Bridge, Qi Buyang found some familiarity and some sense of belonging from the environment outside the car window, after all, he has lived in this city for more than 20 years, and the outside environment did not give him the slightest strangeness of being in a foreign country.

He had a small two-story building near Stanford University, with a large garden at the door, and next to the house lived a white couple who had two children, a boy and a girl, who were naughty and often did bad things in his garden, and a neighbor who was an old white lady who lived alone,

Her deceased husband, a retired professor at Stanford University and a pair of children, rarely comes back to visit the old lady.

The old lady was very friendly and helpful, and sometimes helped him to trim the garden......

Qi Buyang was immersed in the memories of his former life, and suddenly the black driver asked: "Sir, the street you said has arrived, what should I do next?" ”

Qi Buyang came back to his senses and pointed the driver to the door of the house where he used to live.

The black driver couldn't help but laugh and said, "It seems that you are more familiar with this area than I am." ”

Qi Buyang smiled and said nothing, his family lives here, and he commutes to and from work every day, so he is naturally more familiar than this black driver.

After paying for the car and standing in front of the garden of his two-story building, Qi Buyang was inexplicably excited, and he felt like he had finally returned home after a long journey.

Three years is not long, but it is not short.

At this time, I happened to see a white neighbor couple walking out of the house with their children, and I saw that the two children had grown tall and small, and seemed to be a lot more sensible.

The white couple suddenly noticed him, and the man came over and asked politely; "Sir, do you need help?"

Qi Buyang knew that the man who used to meet and greet him every day no longer recognized himself, so he responded: "I'm from Huaxia, may I ask if this is Dai Ruijun living here?" ”

Hearing Qi Buyang mention this name, the white man's face changed, "What is your relationship with Mr. Jun, he has been dead for three years because of a car accident, don't you know?" ”

Qi Buyang pretended to be very surprised, saying that he was a relative of Jun Wuxie, and he didn't know that Jun Wuxian had passed away, and this time he came to Jun Wuxie, and the address was left to him by Jun Wuxie when he returned to Huaxia to visit relatives for several years.

The hostess over there was urging the man to send the child back to school as soon as possible.

"Sir, Mr. Jun has a lover, and sometimes he will come over, so let's leave a contact information, and when the woman comes, I'll call you again, okay?" Now I'm going to send my kids back to school. ”

Lover? Qi Buyang was stunned for a moment, and under the urging of his white neighbor, Qi Buyang left a phone call.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Sean."

The white man suddenly thought of a question halfway through, how did he know my last name.

The garden, which I thought would be overgrown with weeds, was very clean and neatly manicured, no different from the morning of his car accident.

Could it be the warm-hearted and friendly old lady of the neighborhood?

Thinking of this, Qi Buyang couldn't help but look at the neighbor's old lady's house, just when the door opened, Qi Buyang was a little excited at the thought of seeing the white-haired old lady.

Walking out of the house was a beautiful lady dressed in professional attire ready to go to work.

Qi Buyang involuntarily walked over, but the beautiful lady was a little wary when she saw him.

"Hello ma'am, is this Mrs. Vincent's home?"

The pretty lady replied with a very unfriendly indifference: "The old lady has died in a little more than a year, and now I am the owner of this house." Ignoring Qi Yang, he walked into the garage and drove away.

Qi Buyang immediately froze in a daze, feeling in his heart that time passed without waiting for anyone.

Qi Buyang came to his door, because most of the people had already gone to work, but no one noticed his abnormal behavior, this area is a rich area, and the law and order has always been very good.

From the appearance of the house, it was impossible to see that it had not been lived in for a long time, Qi Buyang found the spare key hidden under the flowers in front of the door, opened the door and entered his house, the former house.

I originally thought that the home would be a thick layer of dust, but unexpectedly clean and tidy, the living room, kitchen, bathroom, and dining room have almost not changed from that morning three years ago, even some of the furnishings of the house, the position of some decorations have not changed, which makes Qi Buyang feel like going back in time.

Touching every piece of furniture casually, Qi Buyang felt like he was electrocuted, and the feeling in his heart did not change at all, at least in this closed space, time seemed to stop.

Qi Buyang deliberately went up to the second floor and came to the study where he usually worked, he remembered that his work desk was full of materials that night, unexpectedly, the work desk was clean and tidy, and there was no mountain of materials, and the most conspicuous thing on the table was a photo in a frame, which was a group photo of him and his first class of students.

Qi Buyang sat down at this desk that he didn't know how many times he had sat down, opened the curtains, the soft sunlight reflected into the room, more vibrant, the emptiness of the window made people very comfortable, in fact, he worked most of the time, and most of the time it was dark when he saw the outside of this window.

Qi Buyang sat down, looking at the surrounding scenes and things, and his heart was full of wonderful ideas.

Sitting and sitting, Qi Buyang suddenly thought of something, and immediately stood up and rummaged through the drawers under the bookshelf in the study, turning through one drawer after another, and the originally clean and tidy study was messy by Qi Buyang, feeling like a thief.

Finally found a package of things wrapped in oiled paper in a drawer, Qi Buyang showed a surprised expression, opened the oiled paper, but inside was nothing more than a straight long hemp bamboo.

I didn't expect this thing to be there, after three years, these bamboos can still be found, and the surface color of the bamboo has become a little dusty after three years.

At that time, he had a folding fan, which was really rare in the United States, Jenny said that she liked this strange fan very much, and hoped that Qi Buyang could give it to her, at that time Qi Buyang said that it was something her mother gave her, and she couldn't give it away, but he could sit down and make a similar one for Jenny.

The fan is very meaningful, the precepts on it remind him to behave in the world, and the fan, a traditional Chinese item, makes him not forget where his roots are, and his mother has died at the time, Qi Buyang cherishes this fan very much, otherwise it would have been given to Jenny a long time ago.

Making a fan is not a difficult task for Qi Buyang, and it doesn't take much time, but Qi Buyang just doesn't have the free time to complete this matter, and the work completed is only to cut the twelve hemp bamboos.

Here, I smeared a layer of oil on the bamboo and dried it on the windowsill, and immediately began to prepare a piece of rice paper and cut it into a fan shape.

I found some tassels on the bed decorations and signed them to make hanging tassels.

I found a copper fastener to connect the sun-dried hemp bamboo pieces, make a fan bone, and glue the cut rice paper. The tail section is hung with a hanging tassel.

The shape of the fan is basically completed, and the final step is to paint on the fan.

The origin of the fan, in ancient China, the literati and scholars carried the necessary items, at the beginning, the calligraphy and painting on the fan are inseparable from culture and art, and even the emperor has his own fan......

These contents are very plain for a Chinese person, but for Jenny, a foreigner, they are full of fun, just like when we listen to Greek myths and legends, we will always have a sense of awe and desire to explore and understand the content of the story.

As Qi Buyang, who was born in a family, the heritage of traditional culture has been well inherited, he not only wrote a good calligraphy and painting, but also painted a good painting, Xiaochun Hongmei came easily.

Soon, a traditional fan with an antique flavor was made.

It didn't take him much time, but in the past, such a fan dragged him for a long time and did not finish, in the final analysis, it is still the "heart" that is at work, if you really have the heart to complete a thing, you will soon be able to achieve the goal, but how to follow the perfunctory attitude, it may not be completed in a lifetime.

Qi Buyang looked at the fan, and suddenly said, I only felt that this fan seemed to be a token of Jenny's previous life, used to identify each other in this life, seeing such a fan, I am afraid that he didn't have to say anything, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was very wonderful, and he was impulsive in his heart to appear in front of Jenny immediately.

Qi Buyang deliberately came to his bedroom and opened his wardrobe, the clothes in the wardrobe were neatly preserved, and there was no sign of moth-eaten and dampness, under normal circumstances, it is impossible for the clothes to change at all in the cabinet for three years, at least there is a peculiar smell, but no, this made Qi Buyang immediately realize that someone has been cleaning this home, thinking of the lover that Mr. Sean said, Qi Buyang felt that it was probably Jenny, and he should be 100% sure.

A person can treat himself like this in the three years after his death, Qi Buyang's heart is very moved, even if it is a relative, three years is enough time to forget himself, even if there is a great sadness in his heart, it has already been dissipated.

Qi Buyang originally planned to change into a set of his previous clothes, but his figure was no longer the same, he used to be more than 1.8 meters tall, and his clothes were not close to his body, and he was loose and a bit like a singing costume.

In desperation, Qi Buyang had no choice but to change back into his original clothes.

I couldn't help but look at every piece of clothing in the cabinet, this suit was picked out by Jenny for him, shirt, pants, belt, leather shoes...... Almost every piece of clothing is inseparable from Jenny, and now I realized that in those days when I devoted myself to research, if I didn't have Jenny's care, how sloppy I would become, how bad and chaotic my life would be, but in fact, in his days, his life was orderly, Jenny played more than the role of an assistant, not only the role of a servant, in a very high evaluation of Huaxia word - virtuous help.

However, Jenny is not his wife, and there is no love between him and her.

Qi Buyang felt very guilty, glad that he was still alive and had a chance to make amends and repay.

He walked out of his door, bringing nothing with him but a fan he had just made.