Coming out of his grandmother's house, Zhang Ze went home along the same road.

Li Li still followed Zhang Ze closely, and he didn't mean to say goodbye to her at all and part ways.

Until he followed her halfway down the mountain, crossed the single-plank bridge over the stream, and followed her to the door of the family's vegetable garden.

Zhang Ze pushed open the wooden door and walked inside, Li Li looked calm, and then stepped forward.

"You, why are you following me?" She jerked around and asked unexpectedly.

Li Li was quickly searching for the language of response in his mind, and someone relieved him.

"Zhang Ze, are you back? How's Grandma? Zhu Shuilian was weeding under the fruit trees halfway up the mountain, and asked in a louder voice when she heard the sound.

"It's not very good, Mom, you have to take care of her." Zhang Ze was puzzled, glanced at Li Li who was following her, and walked towards his mother.

After the mother and daughter muttered a few words, Zhu Shuilian put down the hoe, took Zhang Ze with her, and left in a hurry.

Li Li cheered himself up, tidied up his clothes, smoothed the hair that stood up on the top of his head, and strode into the hall of Zhang Changwen's house through the back door.

Zhang Changwen sat on a recliner in front of a rectangular wooden table.

On the table is a white rounded teapot.

Zhang Changwen, who is in his forties and has a successful career, and the years do not seem to have stayed on him, holds a cigarette between the middle and index fingers of his left hand, holds a newspaper in his right hand, crosses his legs, and his eyes fall on the newspaper.

A few wisps of smoke rose from the teacup on the table, intertwined with the embers of the cigarette in his hand, lingering for a long time, refusing to leave.

In the air, there is the fragrance of tea, the turbidity of cigarettes, and the coldness of men when they are quiet.

Li Li's steps were light, and he didn't alarm Zhang Changwen when he came in.

Therefore, Zhang Changwen's eyes still fell on the newspaper.

Li Li stood in the middle of the hall, paused slightly, and waited for his heartbeat to calm down and his breathing was even before he took a step and walked to Zhang Changwen.

"That, Uncle Zhang, hello! I, I'm from Yamaguchi Village, and my name is Li Li. ”

I have thought about the wording when I met countless times, and I have practiced it, but I still stumble in it.

"What did you just say your name was?" As soon as Zhang Changwen raised his head, he saw Li Li standing in front of him with a brilliant face, and after a short period of stunnedness, he looked at Li Li's eyes, which were extremely sharp.

He raised his left hand, flicked the ash in his hand in the ashtray, and put down the newspaper he was holding in his right hand, and the posture of his legs remained unchanged.

"My name is Li Li, Muzi Li, Lizheng." Li Li finally stopped being nervous, and re-reported his name word by word, his voice was hearty.

Zhang Changwen looked at the young man standing in front of him with sharp eyes, and found that the other party looked talented, clean and handsome.

"College students from Yamaguchi Village, right? I've heard of you. Sit, what's the matter with me? The tone was slow.

Pointing to the wooden sofa next to him, he motioned for Li Li to sit down.

Then he raised the teapot and poured Li Li a cup of tea.

Li Li sat down, cleared his throat and said, "Fifteen years ago, I was just six years old. One morning, it was very cold and I got up very early......"

He told Zhang Changwen everything he had seen and known in the past fifteen years.

Zhang Changwen's expression, in just a few minutes, experienced a transformation from stunned, hesitant, angry to indifferent.

The cigarette in his hand did not take another sip until his finger was burned and he hurriedly threw it into the ashtray.

After Li Li finished speaking, Zhang Changwen stood up, hurriedly took out another cigarette from his pocket, re-lit it, and took a few puffs.

In the smoke, the ever-changing face regained its calm.

After Li Li finished speaking, he saw Zhang Changwen get up from the recliner, and hurriedly stood up.

"Young man, I don't know why you came to my house and told me these things, do you think they have anything to do with me?"

He snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand in the ashtray and looked at Li Li's eyes with mockery.

"Uncle, I'...... I ...... "Li Li, who has not experienced any changes in the world and has been hit by wind and waves, never expected this kind of ending, and he began to mess up again in a panic."

Thin beads of sweat oozed from his head.

"Listen, young man, if you have come to me for my help, I can lend you a hand, but only to help that poor child has no other meaning. In the future, I will send you living expenses regularly, you just need to pass it on to her and tell her that it is your family who sees her as pitiful and supports her. Come back next week and I'll give you the first money. ”

Zhang Changwen patted his shirt, shook off the cigarette ash on his clothes, didn't look at Li Li again, and brushed away.

Li Li stood stunned for a moment, and after reacting that Zhang Changwen would take over Lin Na, a big stone in his heart finally landed, and he couldn't wait to jump up and sing a song in an instant.

He had to hurry back and tell Linna that he had helped her find a backer.