Chen Feng spent seven days in Boston, mainly as a visiting scholar, visiting various universities and meeting different university professors and outstanding students.

When he encounters the right opportunity, he will also come up on stage from time to time to say a few words, which can be regarded as an encouragement to the younger generations.

Of course, Chen Feng will not be untargeted, he is secretly observing candidates, sending some business cards everywhere, leaving some contact information, and paving the way for his next overall arrangement.

With his current memory, he is not afraid that he will not be able to remember the names of too many people he knows.

He can basically match people as soon as they meet, and the other party's next life resume begins to play automatically in his mind, and by the way, according to the "plan", if he intervenes, the other party's life may go next.

Things in Boston were almost done, and Chen Feng flew to Los Angeles and lived in a villa in Newport Beach.

He likes to stay here lately, not because the scenery is unique here, the air is particularly sweet, but he simply likes it.

Master Chen would never admit that he wanted to be closer to Zhong Lei.

That afternoon, he sat cross-legged in an open-air café on the street side of Chinatown in Los Angeles, holding a bowl of gaiwan tea, which is already rare in China, chatting and chatting with a few old Chinese who came here to work hard in the early years.

In Los Angeles at the beginning of June, the afternoon sun is exceptionally warm.

The quaint Chinatown is bustling with people.

The vermilion lacquer water signs written in Chinese traditional Chinese and English on both sides of the street look a little messy, but they are chaotic.

Snack bars, specialty shops, dentist shops, hardware stores, and Chinese restaurants are booming from door to door.

Asian, African, Saxon and other races eat and drink in a harmonious and orderly manner on the streets, and the present world is stable, the years are quiet, and there is no noise and smashing.

Chen Feng took another sip of the crushed leaf tea, which didn't taste very good, but he felt very fragrant inexplicably.

The fragrance is not the tea, it is the mood.

He hadn't felt this kind of comfortable life for almost half a year.

He hadn't caught his breath since tying himself to the chariot to save civilization.

Now that I have been stealing half a moon of leisure like this, it is very comfortable to empty my mind.

"Boss Chen is young, and his business is doing a lot."

An old man with a Bashu native accent looked at Chen Feng happily.

This old man with glasses that could see the whirlpool must be in his eighties, to say the least, but he was in good spirits, and his voice was like a bell.

The old man is quite knowledgeable, just looking at Chen Feng's clothes and the watch in his hand, he can know that this young man has an extraordinary background.

Chen Feng listened to this local sound, thought of his grandfather Chen Mo, felt kind, and said modestly: "The old gentleman has an overreputation, and the business is not big, so he just eats with his mouth." ”

The old man squinted his eyes and floated to Chen Feng's hand, "Rolex has all been worn, and they are still eating with a mouthful of food." You've got the right thing. I know the goods. ”

The old man turned back and pointed to the watch shop across the street and said, "See that old Hu Xiu watch shop, right?" I drove it, my son repaired the watch in it, and I usually have to sell the old antiques when they come. ”

Chen Feng thought about it and met someone who knew how to do it, but he no longer hid it, "It's okay." ”

The old man got on the pole again and said, "Do you see the Chinese restaurant at the corner of the street again, young man?" My iron buddy is always open, chef, and the level is super high. Cook for the leaders decades ago. ”

Chen Feng nodded, "Oh, that's pretty powerful, I'll have to taste it later." ”

"Hey, that's not what I'm going to tell you. Lao Zhang's granddaughter is good, you are especially right with the guy. The girl's house is also beautiful, the plate is smooth and bright, let me introduce you young people to know each other? ”

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, then almost laughed, and quickly shirked it, "No, no, you're polite." ”

"Hey, what age is it, the young man is still shy. Try it first, continue to deal with it if it's suitable, and divide it if it's not suitable. ”

Master Chen expressed his fear, and secretly decided to wear ordinary clothes to go out in the future.

The old man started here, and the other old men also followed you and me, so enthusiastic that they didn't want to.

The old man of Bashu Xiangyin suddenly remembered something, "By the way, you haven't asked the little brother where your hometown is?" ”

Chen Feng thought about it and said the county seat of his grandfather Chen Mo.

The old man's trick suddenly brightened, but he asked suspiciously, "Huh...... The accent doesn't sound like it? ”

Chen Feng: "When I was a child, I came out early. ”

The old man of Bashu Xiangyin was suddenly pleasantly surprised, "Oh, oh, oh! Hey! That's a coincidence, fellow! I'm also from this county! ”

Chen Feng's eyes were also bright.

The earth is so big, but it feels good to be able to meet people in other places.

"What's the name of the young man's family? Maybe there will be someone I know, our small broken county is so big, everyone knows everyone. I only went back two months ago to sweep the graves of my old comrades. ”

Chen Feng said: "My grandfather's name is Chen Mo. ”

"Huh?" In the next second, the old man's expression changed greatly, "Which Chen Mo?" ”

"Ear Dong Chen, ink of ink."

"Was your grandfather a soldier when he was young? Fought in Vietnam? Your parents are also soldiers? ”

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes." ”

The other old men next to him noticed something, and one by one they also cheered up.

The old man was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Did your parents die in 98?" ”

The other old men quit.

"Old Hu, what are you talking about!"

"Did you ask that?"

Chen Feng hummed, "Yes." ”

The old man of Bashu, who was called Lao Hu, stomped his foot violently, and slapped his thigh again, "Young man, did you get lost when you were a child?" ”

"Yes." Chen Feng also knew that he had probably met an acquaintance of his grandfather Chen Mo, and his heart, which had not been beating for a long time, gradually accelerated.

"That's you!" Lao Hu stood up violently, grabbed Chen Feng's shoulder with his rough hand, "When I went back to sweep Brother Chen's grave, the neighbors also said that Brother Chen's grandson had been found. He was also buried by you, and I still can't believe it. I mean, young man, I look comfortable with your face, you are like Brother Chen when he was young, and of course you are more like your father when he was a child. ”

"I hugged him when he was just born and was only full moon. Your grandfather and I were former comrades-in-arms, I was an observer, he was a sniper. Your grandfather's marksmanship when he was young, let's not talk about it, 200 meters to point to where to fight, very fierce. Your dad is also a good seedling, but ...... Ay! Anyway I ...... Fuck me, this world is so fucking small! ”

Chen Feng's eyes widened, but he couldn't believe it.

I have to say that fate is wonderful.

He never met his parents, and only spoke to his grandfather on his deathbed.

Chen Feng knows that his roots are over there, and this concept is very clear in his heart, but sometimes he is erratic and can't figure it out.

Because the old Chen family has no relatives, when Chen Feng buried Chen Mo, there were only a few friends of his grandfather who were seventy or eighty years old to see him off.

As for those local government officials, they are all aiming for the face of him, a well-known entrepreneur.

It wasn't until now when he met this old man Hu that Chen Feng suddenly understood what a root was.

In fact, the roots of the Chinese are not somewhere, nor will it be a certain building, not a certain mountain, nor a certain river, but the interpersonal communication between people who have been rooted in one place for generations, and slowly spread out little by little in ten years and a hundred years.

Chen Feng couldn't feel it before, because he didn't.

Now he is in the Chinatown of Los Angeles, far away, when he sees his grandfather's old friend again, he finally understands.

That's the root.

"Xiao Chen, come with me, I have something to show you."

Old man Hu grabbed Chen Feng and ran across the street.

Chen Feng hurriedly said: "The tea money hasn't been given yet!" ”

"it! Old man Sun didn't give me the money to repair my watch last time! Hurry up, hurry up! ”

Old man Hu pulled Chen Feng into his watch repair shop three times and two times, and then stepped on the wooden ladder to go up to the second floor, so frightened that Old Man Hu's son, who was also over half a hundred years old, shouted to remind him to slow down.

Chen Feng was first settled in the study.

"You wait first, I'll go to the top attic and rummage through the boxes."

Chen Feng hummed and looked around.

The second floor is much quieter than the first floor, and the noise in the street cannot be heard.

Old man Hu was in such a hurry that he forgot to turn on the light.

Light poured in through the small window, and through the beams of light you could see the gray dust rolling in waves.

It didn't take long for the old man to go downstairs with a solid wooden box.

Seeing this, Chen Feng hurriedly went up to take a hand.

After the box was placed on the Taishi chair, Old Man Hu sighed while rubbing his waist, "When I was young, I could carry three of this kind of box by myself." ”

"Mmmm, Grandpa Hu, you should be old and strong."

Chen Feng smiled.

"Xiao Chen, open the box yourself."

Old man Hu sat on the stool next to him and handed Chen Feng an aluminum alloy key.

Click, the lock opens.

Chen Feng gently opened the box.

A rich smell of mothballs came to my face.

Inside are neatly stacked ...... A lot of wool pants, and a thin photo album.

There is no need for Old Man Hu to teach, Chen Feng picked up the album and opened it by himself.

The album is filled with black-and-white photographs that are plastic but yellowed.

Most of the photos show two people.

Chen Feng recognized the two at a glance.

Taller, thicker eyebrows, squarer face, and heavier momentum are exactly what his grandfather Chen Mo looked like when he was young.

As for Old Man Hu, he wore thick glass glasses when he was young.

"Look at your grandfather's posture with a gun, what's it like? Handsome, right? I've admired him all my life, and he has a unique style. ”

Old man Hu smiled at a large number of Chen Feng, and said: "The young man really looks more and more like him, and the smell on his body is also similar, you are a soldier?" But it's not like ah, you are not allowed to wear a Rolex in the army. Wait a minute...... Hiss...... Xiao Chen, if you come here to carry out a mission, you must pay attention to safety. ”

Chen Feng understood where he wanted to go in seconds, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

How can I tell you that I just went to Area 52 and slapped a brigadier general in the face, and no one dared to move more in front of me?

"No, it's not that mysterious, I've never been a soldier."

Old man Hu: "Oh, oh, alas, it's a pity. ”

Chen Feng flipped through the photo again, but saw a photo of Chen Mo sitting on a tree, his hand on his thigh, a hole in the front of his thigh, and blurred flesh and blood at the hole.

There is no old man Hu in this photo.

Old man Hu craned his neck to look over, and said slowly: "This battle is particularly dangerous. At that time, the two of us were on a reconnaissance mission together and were surrounded. I'm not good at marksmanship, so I gave him all the guys. He single-handedly emptied the bullets of the two of us, knocked out seven or eight, and scared off the guerrillas of thirty or so men. But he got a punch in the leg, and I didn't even know it. The picture was taken by the reinforcements who came and sat on the ground after we were safe. Say it's a souvenir. ”

Ten minutes later, Chen Feng closed the album and asked a little puzzled: "Grandpa Hu, I didn't see these things when I packed up my grandfather's relics." Didn't he keep a single picture of himself? ”

"Well, after your parents' accident, he couldn't get out for a while. Although he doesn't regret letting your dad go to the army, looking at these photos, he always remembers how your dad admired him when he was a child, so he touched the scene. When I went back in '01, he let me take them all. ”

Chen Feng pointed to the woolen pants next to him again and asked, "Then what are these?" ”

"After you got lost, your grandmother knitted two pairs of woolen pants every year. You start weaving when you are two years old and continue to weave until you are eighteen. There are sixteen of them. Your grandmother passed away in '07, and when I went back to see your grandfather in '08, he said that my little grandson had just been born and could use it, so let me take it away. But my little grandson didn't like to wear them after he was five years old, and he wore these four pieces a few times from the age of two to five years old, and the back ones were all brand new and never touched. I actually wanted to contact you earlier, so that I could give you all the things, but those turtle sons in the county town said that you are a big boss and a busy person, so they won't let me call you and disturb you. Now it's all right, and it's back to its rightful owner. ”

Chen Feng leaned down, his fingers holding the cotton and linen woolen pants that were of average quality and had a rough feel.

He didn't know what to say for a while.

In the end, he only nodded slightly, "Well, thank you, Grandpa Hu." ”

In just half an hour, Chen Feng suddenly felt that his life was first pressed to play back, and then fast-forwarded for decades.

He felt like a human being again.