The early autumn season in the north is completely different from that of southern Hunan and Hangzhou, where the fat man is located, and the temperature difference between morning and evening is relatively large.

The coat that he took off before boarding in Shenyang had to be put back on his body at this moment. This feeling is somewhat peculiar, just like the temperature in early spring when I first received a call from Aunt Ming two years ago.

Two years ago, I still feel clearly, I come to the same city again, even though the environment and temperature are the same as two years ago, but my heart has changed dramatically.

The fat man next to me is well aware of the changing seasons in Beijing, which is not unrelated to his perennial travel.

Both of us traveled lightly this time, except for some documents, mobile phones and bank cards, the rest of my body was put in the mansion where I was trolling in them.

Whenever I think of Yiyi, my mood will change very differently, just like the wonderful feeling of exhaustion when I met Aunt Ming for the first time. And this feeling has become sublimated in Yiyi, every time I think of his playful appearance and gentle voice like water, my heart will become relaxed.

The fat man seemed to see my thoughts, and this tacit understanding was completely cultivated in the twenty hours of horror in Zhao Tuo's underground palace.

He teased me in a weird yin and yang voice:

"Brother, the day after you left, my junior sister's lips were all about you, and it seems that you have successfully captured this girl's heart. I'll tell you, what will my eldest brother let you do in the future, if you dare to disobey, your business, brother, I will stop it..."

After speaking, he let out an uncomfortable sneer.

I didn't care about his ridicule. We walked side by side down the circular bridge outside T2, and the fat man was babbling to me about something.

It wasn't until a somewhat unfriendly car horn sounded that his conversation was interrupted.

The fat man was very annoyed by the whistle that interrupted him, and just wanted to have a seizure, but suddenly changed his expression.

I was a little surprised to see the change in his expression, I didn't want to stop his annoyance, I knew that in any environment, he would not suffer and would not need my help at all.

When I turned my head and saw a domineering car parked not far from us, the window rolled down, revealing the faces of the people inside, and I understood the reason for the change in the fat man's expression.

Dressed in casual sportswear, with short and smart hair, he wears sunglasses with no aesthetic effect on his eyes, and the standard flaming red lips.

Sister Ning's cool image is the same as when I first met her, and at the same time, there is a little more enchanting atmosphere.

"Get in the car!"

There were no extra words, only these two words came out from between his flaming red lips.

After seeing Sister Ning, the fat man became much more docile, ignoring my existence at all, and walked straight to the co-pilot's seat and got in.

I had to go to the back seat of the car, sit down, and say hello to Sister Ning at the same time.

"Buckle up!"

Sister Ning's tone is not good, if it were someone else's conversation with the fat man in such a commanding tone, then I think with the fat man's character, it should have become popular a long time ago.

But the fat man at the moment seemed to have turned into a docile kitten in an instant, and obediently fastened the seat belt in the passenger seat.

Along the way, I was as fat as air, and he was perfunctory to my questioning. But Sister Ning always had the same attitude, occasionally responding with two sentences. This kind of character comes from the bones, not just for me and the fat man.

I think that her command tone of asking the fat man to wear a seat belt is probably just a usual habit, not aimed at the fat man. This can be seen from the level of sophistication of the team she leads, if it were not for her unangry and self-indulgent and deep-rooted character, presumably those teams that are better than mercenaries would not obey management.

Along the way, my ears were accompanied by the fat man's intentional or unintentional care, and Sister Ning's disapproving reply. We marched towards Aunt Ming's "quiet residence".

Before I knew the fat man, I enjoyed the feeling of being alone, riding in the car alone, listening to music alone, doing something alone......

Because I think that in this world, no one can understand me, no one can really understand what I am thinking. During that time, I was autistic and somewhat on the verge of depression.

And with the meeting with Aunt Ming two years ago, my mood began to change, but Aunt Ming and I were unilaterally connected. In my world, Aunt Ming only appeared at the right time to stop me when I was on the verge of a breakdown or on the verge of depression. The same image is also present in Yiyi's body.

But the fat man is different, the appearance of the fat man made my world gradually move away from the fringe areas that belong to special groups, and slowly approach the realm of "normal people".

In addition to the people's attitude to life and the atmosphere of ancient charm in Beijing, I dare not compliment the rest.

Sister Ning's car picked up me and the fat man from the capital airport, and she kept stopping and stopping, and there were many stops along the way.

Maybe I was lucky not to catch up with the smog in Beijing. Outside my window, the sky was clear, and even the trail of the tail of the plane could be clearly seen.

During this slow journey, our car finally drove into the downtown area, and the goods on the street began to change in rows, and the sound of pedestrians was as bustling as when I first came to "Panjiayuan". Many antique shops still have a large number of foreigners in front of the stalls, and jade sellers are still actively attracting tourists......

The idleness is the same as when I first saw it two years ago, and there is no change. Not only Qing Xianju, but also the antique shops in the entire street with Qing Xianju are like this, and there are only a few pedestrians. This is somewhat similar to the situation of the fat man's "Maitreya Antiques", which is probably the common denominator of all high-end antique sales places.

After Sister Ning brought us to the "Qing Xianju", she drove away along another road in a domineering manner that matched her temperament. Only the reluctant eyes of the fat man remained, looking at the car exhaust that gradually dissipated.

After a long time, the fat man shook his head and regained his original unstoppable appearance of the Buddha God.

After a short eye contact, we walked towards the door of the "Quiet Residence" together!

When I entered this ancient store that had a special meaning to me again, my feelings were very complicated, even more complicated than the first time I entered here.

Because the purpose of my coming here this time is more than the first time I just wanted to find my second uncle's hope. There's something to look forward to from my background, there's something to look forward to about my recent experiences, and there's a lot to look forward to......

"You're here."

Aunt Ming got up from the chair I had seen for the first time, and smiled at me and the fat man with her red lips.

The cheongsam on her body was also changed to a different color, but it still gave me the same feeling.

Before I could express my excitement to Aunt Ming, I heard the fat man speak next to me:

"That, Aunt Ming, right. Are you alright? ”

"Alright."

Aunt Ming's tone was indifferent.

"Oops! My Aunt Di! You're fine, you don't know how Xiao Su and I got over these days! I almost won't see your old man. ”

The fat man said as he walked towards the place where I had been sitting in the room, and sat down on his ass. At that moment, I could hear the chair breaking.

After sitting down, he was not idle, unceremoniously picked up the teapot on the table and poured two cups of tea, reached out and raised a cup in my direction, and the other hand poured a full drink for himself. I remembered Yiyi's description of his cow drink, and now it is a real demonstration of my image.

Seeing that the fat man was so invisible, Aunt Ming didn't show any anger. She just smiled at me with motherly tenderness, and her smile was full of concern. After that, Nuzu asked me to sit side by side with the fat man, just as Nuzui asked me to sit down when we first met.

I'm a little embarrassed about the fat man's actions, but it's also expected by me. I think the fat man at this moment must not be very calm in his heart. Perhaps soon, he will find out where he came from.

The reason why he showed such a dismissive attitude was mostly to cover up his panic.

After sitting down, I took the tea handed to me by the fat man, and drank it all, with the same purpose as the fat man, to calm my restless heart.

Towards evening, the sun was no longer in sight, and the sky outside the door was getting darker.

The streets are quiet, and there is no noisy bazaar-like sound when you first enter the "Pan Jiayuan".

Aunt Ming naturally sat opposite me and the fat man, there was a tea set between us, and Aunt Ming used light and skillful techniques to make two cups of tea for me and the fat man, and then poured another cup herself.

With the three-step tea tasting method that the fat man said, he took a sip.

"Aunt Ming, you will enjoy it."

The fat man said to Aunt Ming in a straight voice.

Since meeting the fat man in the T2 terminal, he has changed the speaking style of Wu Nong in Hangzhou and used pure Beijing dialect to communicate with people. I think that if I have the opportunity to go back to the old house with the fat man in the future, his accent will definitely change to authentic Northeast dialect.

But when Aunt Ming put down the teacup and finished speaking, the fat man's expression immediately changed.

"Xiao Zhang, your temper is a little impatient, just like your father......"

I was relatively close to the fat man, and after Aunt Ming said this, I even felt that the fat man's body was trembling.

At the same time, he sat up straight, changed his cynical attitude, looked at Aunt Ming opposite us, and asked with a straight face:

"Do you know my father? Is he still alive? ”