"Xiuze?" Yan Mu's surprised voice came from inside the door, and then Yan Xiuze heard a rush of footsteps, and the door of the villa finally opened.

"Why did you come back all of a sudden? Don't say it in advance? Yan's mother said half happily and half complaining.

"Uh......" But Yan Xiuze was slightly in a trance at this time, looking at the "mother" in front of him whose face was already a little blurry in his memory, his facial expression became a little stiff for some reason.

"Things at work have come to an end, so I have a vacation ......," Yan Xiuze whispered.

"Is that so? It's really rare that you don't necessarily get to stay at home for a day a month. Yan's mother happily pulled Yan Xiuze into the door, turned her head and said to Yan's father, who was watching TV in the living room: "Don't watch TV, Xiuze is back!" ”

Oh yes, it's Sunday...... Yan Xiuze silently thought in his heart that his "father" should also happen to be at home at this time.

Changed into slippers and slowly walked from the entrance to the living room with the gift box, Yan Xiuze saw the man sitting on the sofa almost at a glance.

is different from my memory ten years ago, Yan's father has more gray hair between his sideburns, although he is only in his early fifties in age, but he seems to have begun to look old, and he is no longer the image of "Yan's father" who looked young and strong and has a great figure.

"I'm back." Father Yan glanced at Yan Xiuze as if inadvertently, and said in a muffled voice.

"Well, I'm back." Yan Xiuze squeezed out a smile a little stiffly, and even his answer was quite stiff.

Father Yan just nodded and didn't say anything more, which was completely consistent with Yan Xiuze's memory of his father, a cold and hard man who was not good at expressing his feelings at all.

At this time, Yan's mother, who also returned to the living room, found the gift box that Yan Xiuze was still holding in her hand, and asked with a little surprise: "Xiuze, what are you holding in your hand?" ”

In my impression, Yan Xiuze is not a person who will bring things home.

"Ah, this...... I didn't buy this one. Yan Xiuze hurriedly explained: "I met with my former college roommate today, and he brought some health care products by the way, and the one I asked me to give to you was that Xiao Mo." ”

"Shomo...... I remember that you, a classmate, seemed to be chubby. Yan's mother seemed to think of something, and muttered, "I remember that when you were in college, he seemed to have come to our previous house to play a few times......"

"Yes, it's the fat man." Yan Xiuze replied a little absent-mindedly.

"That'...... I'll go back to my room first. ”

"Okay, I'll go buy some food and come back, and I'll cook you a big meal in the evening." However, Yan's mother didn't seem to sense Yan Xiuze's emotional abnormality, but was quite happy to go out to buy tonight's ingredients.

And Father Yan watched the anti-Japanese drama on TV as always, attentively, like a motionless stone Buddha.

……

Bang –

Yan Xiuze came to his bedroom and closed the bedroom door with his hand.

He looked around at his surroundings and was slightly in a trance.

This is no longer the small bedroom with a narrow space in his memory, but a large room with a wide and bright view, as the master bedroom of an independent villa, the space here is unexpectedly large.

However, despite the size of the space, everything is well organized, the floors, walls, and some corners that are not easy to clean are surprisingly clean, and it does not look like an uninhabited environment that has been left uninhabited for a month.

It seems that during the time when "Colonel Storm" was not at home, Yan's mother would come to clean her son's bedroom almost every day.

It was the same at that time, but now Yan's mother shouldn't deliberately rummage through her son's diary, right? Yan Xiuze suddenly thought of this, and the corners of his mouth inexplicably hooked up a smile.

To be able to see his deceased parents again after a lapse of 10 years......

But......

Yan Xiuze sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, and sighed silently in his heart.

In fact, that is actually the parents of "Yan Xiuze".

Without the expected cry of reunion after a long absence, and the joy of meeting in a parallel world, Yan Xiuze suddenly found that from the moment he entered the door, all kinds of beautiful fantasies he had built for his parents were completely shattered, and the parents in his memory did not seem to be as impressive as he imagined, and he even had to look at the faces of his parents and try to recall for a while, so that he could overlap the appearance of his parents who were now slightly old with the appearance in his memory.

However, from the moment he entered the door, until now, no matter which one of his parents he faced, there was a very indifferent sense of alienation, as if standing in front of him was not a close relative who was connected to his own blood, but just two insignificant strangers.

It's not that he can't recognize his parents at all, but now the state of him and his strict father and mother is no longer like what it was ten years ago.

The relationship status of the three seems to have undergone some subtle changes driven by some reasons.

And it was this subtle change that Yan Xiuze couldn't say that made him a little confused.

But why is that?

What caused such a subtle change that cannot be described in words, and why did this change make Yan Xiuze feel at a loss?

In other words, in the ten years that Yan Xiuze was "missing", what kind of changes did "Yan Xiuze" and his parents go through, so that Yan Xiuze had a feeling that "he is the stranger who suddenly broke into other people's lives"?

While thinking about this seemingly unsolvable question, Yan Xiuze searched for something that could coincide with his memory.

However, to his discouragement, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find any memories of his own.

This is not his original home, and he is not the person who lives in it...... After several searches, Yan Xiuze found that the gap between "Yan Xiuze" and his hobby and personality was even bigger than he imagined.

He picked up a physical disc in the style of punk rock on the bookshelf, and frowned slightly, he didn't have a good impression of punk rock at all, but this kind of album was full of "Yan Xiuze" bookshelves.

And his favorite country music is almost impossible to find.

Yan Xiuze put one of the relatively "normal" punk rock CDs with a cover into the record player on the desk, and a piercing roar sounded instantly, so frightened that Yan Xiuze immediately turned off the record player.

"What kind of noise, this is ......," Yan Xiuze muttered in a low voice, "I really don't understand that person's taste......"

No longer fiddling with these physical records, Yan Xiuze focused on a photo placed on the bedside table.

"It's ......"