Li Guangzhi looked at Sun Dayong, who was more and more confused by his answer, and couldn't help but smile bitterly at himself. The answer I gave was indeed a bit too unexpected.

He stood up and carried the suitcase to the steps in front of the store, and then said to Sun Dayong: "Dayong, this winter, let's not stay outside, let's go into the house and say anything." Walking all the way from Shinjuku Station just now, it froze me enough! ”

"Huh? Right, right! First house, let's go first house! Sun Dayong only reacted as if he had just woken up from a dream, and said in a busy voice.

He got up and grabbed the suitcase in front of him, and then reached out to lift the door curtain and let Li Guangzhi in. Then he followed behind him and said, "Brother Guangzhi, it's a big surprise that you're back!" Brother Li will definitely be very happy to see you later! ”

"Well, it's a big surprise, what a surprise." Li Guangzhi muttered in a low voice without looking back, as if he was answering Sun Dayong, and more like he was talking to himself.

Once inside, the scene in the store was almost the same as before he left.

On the reception seat facing the door of the store, sitting is Liu Zhiyi, the only person in the store who can communicate with foreigners in English. At this moment, he was lowering his head to clean up the propaganda color pages on the small round table in front of him. The shaggy hair that used to come to the interview is now combed into neat little parts, and there is hair wax on it reflecting the light overhead.

In the reception area on the right, Li Xiaomu was still reluctant to sit on a chair as usual, which was his habit of standing on the street for three years. He was standing reclining against the partition. Talk to Guo Zi, who was sitting next to him.

Hearing the doorbell ringing, Liu Zhiyi, who was closest to the door, habitually shouted "Welcome", and then looked up at the door. When he recognized who the figure who entered the door was, he couldn't help but shout in surprise.

"Hey! Manager Li, when did you come back? ”

His voice made everyone in the room focus their attention. Then, after a brief silence, exclamations and questions erupted from all directions of the store.

"Manager Li is back!" "It's Brother Guangzhi who is back!" "Ahh Brother Guangzhi, why are you back? ”

Li Guangzhi stood at the door, raised his hand and made a circle at the surprised people in the room, and said with a smile: "Comrades have worked hard! Hehe. I, Hu Hansan, are back! ”

After greeting everyone in the store. Li Guangzhi was sitting in a small room on the second floor at this time, eating a bowl of steaming ramen.

The ramen was bought by Li Xiaomu when he told Xiao Ji. After arranging the sweeping work in the store, he couldn't hold back his curiosity at this time, and sat cross-legged opposite Li Guangzhi. Eagerly waiting for him to finish his noodles. I would like to hear him talk about his experience in China.

It's no wonder that Li Xiaomu is so curious. When Li Guangzhi announced that he was going to return to China. But he vowed to make a career in China. At least half a year later, I will not return to Japan until the foundation of my domestic business has been laid.

But it's not even been twenty days, and this guy actually ran back so suddenly. Li Xiaomu, who has a certain understanding of Li Guangzhi's character, knows. There must have been something special happening in the country that would make him give up his plans and come back in such a hurry.

After Li Guangzhi finished eating the noodles, he took a bowl and drank a few mouthfuls of noodle soup, and finally picked the remaining seaweed in the bowl into his mouth and ate it, and then he burped contentedly.

"I didn't even eat dinner to catch this flight. The amount of supper served on the plane was so small that I stayed up until now, and I was really hungry! ”

Sun Dayong, who was originally full of worries, heard his words, and couldn't help but interject next to him and asked, "Brother Guangzhi, you came back in such a hurry, did you really be driven back as a spy?" By the way, what was the national security you told me earlier? Police? ”

Sun Dayong was too young when he came to Japan, and he was not very clear about many things in China. But people of Li Xiaomu's age still know about the national security agency. He was a little shocked and hurriedly asked Li Guangzhi, "What?" Impossible! Hiroshi: How could you be mistaken for a spy? With your identity, there is nothing worthy of national security suspicion of you! ”

Li Guangzhi took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table and lit it, and his face showed that strange look again. After he smoked two puffs of cigarette in silence, he replied with a wry smile: "Alas, Lao Li, don't mention it." I'm going back to China this time, and I'm unlucky all the way! ”

For Li Guangzhi, returning to China this time and being chased back as a spy by the people of the national security is actually not a big deal. The thing that surprised him the most and shocked him was that he couldn't even mention it to Sun Dayong now.

He was on January 22 by plane to the capital. After arriving at the Beijing Airport, he didn't even leave the airport gate, so he prepared to fly directly to his hometown Jianghan City on the same day.

In 93, there was already the concept of Spring Festival. However, in China in this era, even during the Spring Festival, there are still a small number of people who take planes. So he bought a ticket to Jianghan City very smoothly. However, this may be the only thing that went smoothly during his trip to China. What follows is a series of unfortunate journeys that make him want to cry without tears.

When he took a bus from Jianghan Airport to Jianghan City, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. He found a newly opened three-star hotel nearby, and when he checked in at the front desk, the front desk lady saw the Japanese passport he took out, and said to him very politely:

"I'm sorry, sir, because our hotel has not yet obtained the qualification for foreign-related services, so we can't accept you to stay, I'm very sorry."

Only then did Li Guangzhi know that in this era, foreigners could not live wherever they wanted, and could only stay in a few specific foreign-related hotels. So, he had to drag his suitcase in the cold wind and take a taxi around the city for half an hour before finally finding an old foreign-related hotel.

When he got out of the taxi, he didn't have a foreign exchange coupon on him. I don't want to take a hundred dollars in bills to come out and find a scatter. So, before leaving, the taxi driver, who only received RMB, poked his head out of the window and enthusiastically threw at him a Jianghan dialect that he felt very familiar and cordial with.

"A fake foreign devil with a horse, pretending to be like Lao Tzu!"

Early the next morning, Li Guangzhi took a taxi from the hotel to Qingshan District, across the river. In his previous life, his home in this era was near the No. 1 Iron and Steel Plant in Jianghan City, Qingshan District, on a small street called Renjia Road.

When the taxi drove onto the familiar Jianghan Yangtze River Bridge, Li Guangzhi was still trying to maintain a calm mood, and he couldn't help but start to get excited. This double-decker bridge, which is a symbol of Jianghan City, contains many memories of his childhood and youth. Arguably. Until you see this bridge. He really felt that he had returned to his hometown.

After the taxi entered Qingshan District, he sat in the back seat and looked out of the car window, and the childhood memories of his previous life that had long been only vague traces were gradually hooked out of the depths of his mind little by little by the familiar scenery on the side of the road.

Old old black tiled bungalows on the street. A state-run grain and oil store with a large oil drum at the door. Outside, a grocery store with kites, hoops, and hula hoops hanging. There is also the cylindrical red brick chimney with white smoke in the distance, which is like a magical drawing machine, making his long-blurred image of his childhood life. It came alive in my mind again.

This increasingly clear memory made him feel as if he was back in his childhood, back to the days when he was dependent on his mother. The thought of being able to meet his mother in this era soon, he became more and more excited.

However, when Li Guangzhi found the small bungalow in the middle of the small street on Renjia Road with great expectations, a closed anti-theft iron door poured cold water on his excited mood.

When did you install an security door in your home? Puzzled, he retreated to the center of the street and looked left and right. This bungalow, both in terms of location and appearance, is indeed the house where he and his mother lived in the previous life. But in his memory, in this era of his previous life, the security door was not something that ordinary people could afford, and it was impossible for his family to have the money to install this high-end thing!

He didn't rush up and knock on the door, but walked around the side street, trying to find another similar bungalow. However, no matter how much he searched and compared, the only thing that matched the location of his home in his memory was this house with an anti-theft door.

Li Guangzhi's mood at the moment, in addition to excitement and nervousness, began to have a trace of uneasy apprehension. He walked up and down the street in front of the bungalow, but he never made up his mind to go up and knock on the door to verify.

In the early 90s, Qingshan District was a civilian area in Jianghan City. Especially on an old street like Renjia Road, a tall young man like him, wearing a high-end suit and coat, is more eye-catching, not to mention that his behavior is still so weird.

Not long after, an old lady wearing a red armband took the initiative to stop Li Guangzhi, who was pacing back and forth, and looked at him with a suspicious look and asked, "Son, I see you walking back and forth a few times, are you looking for a Mosi person?" ”

After Li Guangzhi saw the appearance of this old lady clearly, a trace of surprise flashed on his face. He settled down and replied in Jianghan dialect: "Wife, I'm here to find relatives in Liuli." My relative's name is Zhao Xiumei, who is in her thirties and has a ten-year-old son. Do you know where she lives? ”

This old lady Li Guangzhi knows, although the memory is a little vague, he vaguely remembers that he called her Grandma Zhou when he was a child. In his impression, this Grandma Zhou seems to be the backbone of the Renjialu Neighborhood Committee, and she is very warm-hearted, and her mother's first job as a paper box after being laid off was introduced by this Grandma Zhou.

If you want to inquire about your mother's situation, this Grandma Zhou is naturally the best candidate. However, with his current status, he can only inquire in the name of the above relatives.

When the old lady heard Li Guangzhi speak politely and spoke fluent Jianghan, the suspicion in her eyes decreased a lot. She frowned and thought for a while, and replied, "I don't remember that there was a person named Zhao Xiumei on the street, my son, you didn't remember the wrong address, did you?" ”

Her answer made Li Guangzhi's heart feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He asked in a panic and eagerly: "I must have misremembered the address, Renjia Road at the head of the river in Qingshan District must be Luotiao Street!" Wife, you can help me better, you really don't recognize a person named Zhao Xiumei? Oh, by the way, her cub's name is Li Guangzhi, she is ten years old this year, and she is in elementary school. ”

The old lady frowned and thought for a while, and then shouted to the owner of a grocery store on the street: "Hey, three old men, ask Ha look, do you know that there is a resident named Zhao Xiumei on our street?" ”

"It's called Zhao Xiumei, and there is one called Yin Xiumei, but she lives in the TV and sings. Ha ha. ”

"I believe in your wickedness! You old! The old lady spat at the joking shopkeeper, then turned her head to Li Guangzhi and said, "Son, we have all lived on the street for decades, and the Zhao Xiumei you are talking about must have lived in Luoli." You'd better go back to the gram and look through the address carefully. ”

Li Guangzhi's mood became more and more panicked at this time, he held the last glimmer of hope, and asked in a trembling voice: "Wife, then let me ask again, do you know that the person who is in the anti-theft door on the other side lives in it?" ”

When the old lady heard his question, her face suddenly became stern again. She looked Li Guangzhi up and down a few times, and asked a little nervously, "What are you doing about this?" ”

"My relatives told me that my address is No. 59 Renjia Road, which is the house of the house! You said that Zhao Xiumei was called Zhao Xiumei on the street, so you sue me, who are the people living in the house? Li Guangzhi didn't have the heart to care about the change in the old lady's attitude, but continued to ask anxiously.

The old lady took a step back vigilantly, looked left and right before saying to Li Guangzhi: "I tell you, that is the house of my cub and daughter-in-law, and they have been living in it for more than ten years!" How could it be your relative's house? You oil brother, dressed so neatly, you can't come here to step on something and prepare to steal a guy, right? ”

After finishing speaking, the old lady rushed to the grocery store across the street with a few quick steps, picked up an iron-tipped clothes fork and pointed it at Li Guangzhi, and then tore open her throat and shouted:

"Catch the thief! Let's catch the thief! (To be continued......)