Gu Boya smiled helplessly.

"I can't fool you." His voice became softer and softer, "The plane tree at home was sawed off because of engineering reasons. I'm sorry I couldn't keep it for you. ”

Grandma Gu, who was stunned, muttered in a low voice: "It was sawed off." ”

That tree carries a lot of memories of her and Grandpa Gu, a lot of good times and the past.

Suddenly hearing such news, Grandma Gu couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"I keep all those things from you and my father." Gu Boya couldn't bear to see Grandma Gu's lost appearance, and hurriedly spoke.

Grandma Gu came back to her senses and nodded: "He's no longer there, and it doesn't matter if those things are left or not." Now, I just want to watch my beloved little Brian grow up healthy and happy. ”

"He's going to be healthy and happy. We all will. Gu Boya leaned over and kissed Grandma Gu's eyebrows gently, "I called from the UK just now, and I have some things to deal with over there, so I can't accompany you to the discharge from the hospital." ”

"Knowing you're busy—it's not easy to find time out of your busy schedule to come to China." Grandma Gu laughed, "Go back quickly, don't let them wait." You are my pride, son. ”

"I'm going to miss you." Gu Boya got up, bowed slightly to Grandma Gu, and then turned to leave.

When Gu Xiaole woke up, he didn't see Gu Boya's figure.

He was a little lost.

After sorting out his thoughts, Gu Xiaole concentrated on taking care of Grandma Gu.

Soon after, with Qiao Li's help, Gu Xiaole and Grandma Gu, as well as Qiao Li, got on a private jet back to China.

It's almost mid-November.

Qiao Li looked at Gu Xiaole, who was busy with studying all day, and had no time to do anything else, so she decided to take him to a café near the school to sit down next weekend.

When Gu Xiaole heard Qiao Li's inquiry, he just hesitated for a moment, and then nodded slowly.

This weekend, Gu Xiaole deliberately adjusted his mind and got up early in the morning.

He cooked porridge for Grandma Gu and took care of the garden at home, then changed into a pair of clean shoes and went out neatly.

Joli was already in the car, waiting for him at the intersection.

Seeing today's teenager, dressed very sunny and handsome, Qiao Li rarely whistled.

"Xiaole-san is very cool today." She smiled as she looked at the boy who was coming towards her.

There was a red halo on the young man's face.

He was shy.

Slightly shyly opened the car door and smelled the familiar fragrance of bauhinia, Gu Xiaole's heart settled.

Closing the door and getting into the car, Gu Xiaole lowered his head and said softly: "Grandma said that you can't be sloppy when you go to a café." ”

Grandma Gu and Grandpa Gu used to date in a café, so Grandma Gu had a very good impression of the café.

Jolly let out a sigh and stepped on the accelerator and started the car.

Along the way, she rarely didn't talk much.

The car turned left and right, and stopped at an alley.

Gu Xiaole got out of the car and followed Qiao Li into the depths of the alley.

He hadn't seen this alley yet.

Here, there are some Chinese-style storefronts, all of which are wooden buildings.

And it seems that they are all some years old - there are many old storefronts with traditional Chinese characters written on them, but unfortunately Gu Xiaole doesn't recognize traditional Chinese characters very well.

The road in this alley is also a little different from the outside of City B.

The road outside, it's all asphalted, and here it's bluestone slabs.

It's like ......

Suddenly, it went to the same China as it was a few decades ago.

"What is preserved here are all the buildings left over from the Republic of China. But it's all renovated and renovated, and it's very safe. Qiao Li took Gu Xiaole and stopped at the innermost storefront.

This café continues the wooden buildings of the previous storefronts, with a strong taste of the Republic of China.

When one of the waiters saw that the two of them were about to enter, he bowed very gentlemanly, and then opened the heavy glass door for them.

After thanking her, Qiao Li walked in with Gu Xiaole, and walked around the bar on the side to a table by the window.

"What coffee do you want to have with it, order it yourself, I'll treat you." When the waitress arrived, Jory pushed the menu over.

"A cup of unsweetened English coffee." Gu Xiaole looked at the menu.

"Okay. A sugared English coffee, a sugared Americano, and another macaron, thank you. Jory handed the menu to the waitress and smiled sweetly.

Gu Xiaole tilted his head, very puzzled.

He ordered unsweetened food.

"What kind of unsweetened coffee do children drink - so old, the generation doesn't look like children. What about the little ones, be sure to have a sweet coffee. Jory grinned.

Gu Xiaole sighed.

His eyes looked around, and as he slid down the hall, the boy's gaze slowly froze.

The hall is not a traditional ballroom, but a grand piano that looks old.

The piano is surrounded by a fence, and it seems that the owner of the café cares about the piano.

"Want to hear its story?" Jory noticed his gaze and looked over there, a smile tugging at her lips.

The curiosity in his heart was stimulated, and Gu Xiaole nodded subconsciously.

"In those war-torn times—" Jory coughed, her voice softly telling a story.

In that war-torn era, people had big fish and meat, delicacies from the mountains and seas, and full banquets of the Han Dynasty; Some ate rice bran and drank muddy water.

At that time, City B, because of its seaside, has always been in a quiet and beautiful corner.

Until one day, those big black ships floated from the sea, and with the deafening sound of artillery fire, the silence of this place was broken.

The protagonist of the story is a rich disciple of a wealthy family who has been in business for generations in City B.

On the day when the rich kid returned from studying abroad, he saw those people in green military uniforms, standing on the dock, ready to go.

They were so majestic and excited that they almost mistook people for a regular army.

It's a pity they weren't.

They are beasts, beasts without humanity.

With the guns and bayonets in their hands, as well as those artillery battles, they bombarded the entire city of B into tatters and potholes.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and walls were broken and ruined everywhere.

People wept and shouted in despair, and rose up in anger to resist.

But how can they resist?

Those harpoons, those knives that cut meat, in front of the cold guns, looked like newborn children.

The rich disciple saw the army invade his home.

He was hidden by his mother and warned by his father not to speak out.

The rich kid just looked at those people and did filthy things—they were neatly dressed and clean, but they looked hideous, like crazy tigers and jackals.