The boy reappeared not far behind Li Simeng. Li Simeng walked very slowly, looking a little absent-minded, as if he was recalling what he had just watched.

Li Simeng walked to the door of the house, but stopped, she looked up at the upstairs of the villa, and was stunned for a while before entering the villa.

The boy didn't understand why Li Simeng stayed at his door for a while before entering. A few times he wanted to impulsively run up and tell Li Simeng that his name was Han Yichen.

Just thinking of his identity and the story in the letter left by his mother, Han Yichen couldn't help it.

In the next few days, Han Yichen followed quietly like this, watching Li Simeng's simple and fulfilling life trajectory in school, bookstore, and Li family.

Han Yichen's leave arrived, and he had to go back to country Y. On the last day of leaving, he followed Li Simeng into the bookstore as he did a few days ago.

It wasn't until Li Simeng finished reading the book in the bookstore that he wanted to go out with him. It's just that when he was about to go out of the door, Old Man He, who had been reading carefully in front of the cash register, opened his mouth to stop him.

"Young man, I see you've been coming to me these days, are you around here?" Grandpa He took off the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and raised his head to look at Han Yichen.

"Hello grandpa, I'm not from here, I'm coming back to see a friend." Han Yichen said sincerely, the old man in front of him just gave people a very comfortable and elegant feeling.

"Is the friend you're talking about Xiaomeng?" Old Grandpa He looked at the direction where Li Simeng was going, and then looked at Han Yichen with inquiring eyes.

Han Yichen didn't hide it, and nodded: "Grandpa, that's the case, she is the daughter of my mother's good friend, and my mother asked me to come back to see her." ”

"Why don't you say hello to her?"

While Han Yichen was observing Li Simeng, Grandpa He was also observing Han Yichen. This little boy will come to the bookstore these days, and every time he comes in after Li Simeng comes in. At first, Grandpa He didn't care, but it gradually attracted his attention for a few days.

Han Yichen wanted to speak and stopped, and the embarrassment on his face was obvious.

"Everyone has secrets, and as long as there is good intentions, some secrets can be secrets forever." Grandpa He lifted a small stool from it and handed it to Han Yichen.

Han Yichen politely took the stool and sat at the bar in front of Grandpa He.

"I've seen a lot of people in my life, and I can see that you're not a bad boy because your eyes are clean." Grandpa He looked at Han Yichen's eyes, and his face was still kind: "That's why I just want to talk to you." ”

"Grandpa, what did you do before?"

Grandpa He's temperament made Han Yichen feel comfortable inexplicably, and there was a kind of ink rhyme on his body that seemed to have been precipitated by thousands of years of Chinese culture, plus he said that he had seen many people, which made Han Yichen interested in this old man.

"Old man, I've been teaching all my life, and now I can't teach anymore, so I just set up this small bookstore, which can be regarded as a continuation." Grandpa He's tone was indifferent, but Han Yichen still heard the regret in his words, a helpless regret that he couldn't fight against the years.

Han Yichen admired it in his heart, got up and made a very sincere bow to Grandpa He, although he didn't grow up in Huaxia, but Han Luomei herself is a talented girl, and his education since he was a child is mainly Huaxia. So when he saw that Grandpa He felt sorry for the ruthlessness of the years, Han Yichen was extremely admired in his heart.

"Grandpa, you are a respectable person."

"You kid, what are you doing, sit down and talk." Grandpa He didn't expect Han Yichen to be so presentable, and laughed, there are few students nowadays who look like the boy in front of him.

"Grandpa, I don't know your surname?" Han Yichen wants to remember this old man, not only because of his respect for him, but also because he has some plans, and he will trouble this old man in the future.

"You just call me Lao He."

Lao He's full name is He Huaide, he gave his life to the cause of education, although he later retired to the front line, but he often helps nearby children to answer questions, is a well-known good teacher in this area. Later, because his wife left him, he was sick for a while, and then he was unable to teach students, in order not to delay students, he finally reluctantly gave up his education career completely.

But He Huaide's heart still couldn't let go, and in the end, no matter how his children persuaded him, he insisted on opening a bookstore near the school, and continued to be with books since then.

That evening, He Huaide and Han Yichen talked a lot, and Han Yichen was left for dinner.

He Huaide was surprised to find that Han Yichen's mind was very mature, and looking at things was not at all the perspective he could have at his age. In many places, he, a person who has been immersed in mortal dust for nearly a hundred years, can easily communicate with Han Yichen.

In the end, the two turned the topic back to Li Simeng.

"Xiaomeng, I'm also a more familiar girl. Although she hasn't told me about her family, it's hard to know about it in this area. ”

He Huaide and Han Yichen gathered around a table of small tea sets, chatting slowly.

"Xiaomeng's mother left early, and the stepmother at home was not very good to her. That Li Yaomin was busy with his outside career all day long and rarely cared about it. He Huaide took a sip of tea in his cup: "You should have also seen that Xiaomeng is immersed in those boring economic theories all day long, once I asked her why she likes to read these, guess what she said." ”

Han Yichen shook his head, he was very curious about this, what was the reason why Li Simeng chose the most boring world at the most innocent and romantic age.

She laughed and said at the time, for the sake of freedom in the future.

He Huaide's words shocked Han Yichen's heart.

"You must have been an accident, too, but I can understand that. Because Xiaomeng often comes to me, I paid special attention to Xiaomeng's situation later. ”

Han Yichen became more serious, and He Huaide's words would solve the doubts that he had not been able to understand these days.

"Xiaomeng's family situation is more special, I heard that his father intends to train Xiaomeng to be a celebrity lady, so he often arranges for her to like things that Xiaomeng doesn't like, such as piano, painting and the like. I also asked Xiaomeng at random once, and Xiaomeng said that she didn't like it. ”

Han Yichen listened carefully and thought far ahead, and the stubborn face with a locked brow appeared in his mind again.

"Once Xiaomeng brought me food," He Huaide looked as if he was reminiscing about something delicious: "The taste is very good, the style is very exquisite, and it looks like I have spent a lot of effort to study." After speaking, He Huaide continued to reminisce.

Han Yichen called softly: "Grandpa He." ”

"Hahaha!" He Huaide laughed heartily: "It tastes really good, and then on weekends, Xiaomeng will bring me food from time to time, but I heard that her father asked her to learn, so I told her not to bring it." ”

But she smiled and told me that her stepmother threw it away every time she finished eating it. She brought me all the food she brought me beforehand. ”