On the twenty-seventh day of the lunar month, Lynch took a two-day train to another city, the city where he grew up, and Zhou Ren kept complaining about why Lynch had to call him back when he went home, and besides, his parents were abroad, and they were not in his hometown, so it was simply a toss to go back by himself.

Only Lin Qi understands that Zhang Xin is still minding about himself and Zhou Hui, if he and Zhou Hui go back alone, Zhang Xin will definitely be cranky, he doesn't want Zhang Xin to be restless and suspicious.

As soon as I got off the train, I saw that Uncle Zhang was already waiting at the station, Uncle Zhang was the housekeeper of the Lin family, and he was helping to take care of everything up and down the house.

"Young Master Lin, Miss Zhou, Young Master Zhou, you are back."

Lynch was disgusted by his name, "Uncle Zhang, I said a long time ago, you are an elder, just call me Xiaoqi." ”

"Okay." Uncle Zhang agreed, took the suitcase in Lynch's hand, kept the station, put it on the black car, and Lynch and Zhou Ren got on the car.

The car drove on the empty street, "Uncle Zhang, you go home and ask someone to help clean a room, Zhou Ren wants to live in our house." Then wait for a turn in front and send Zhou Hui back first. ”

Lynch pinched the corners of his eyes to ease his fatigue.

After a while, the car stopped in front of the Lin family compound, the Lin family has been a famous wealthy businessman in Jiangnan since ancient times, with countless properties, the old man of the Lin family was also in the private school to accept the new ideas of the West at that time, and later followed the Communist Party to resist Japan, and obtained countless meritorious achievements, during the land reform period, in response to Chairman Mao's call, countless properties and fields were donated, only this antique Lin family compound was left.

The bluestone paving, the eaves are flying, and the plum blossoms planted in the compound are all in full bloom, all of which are like an ink painting.

Lynch walked in this place full of his childhood, and all the familiar smells and smells came to his face.

After passing through two or three halls, Lynch came to a large hall with all his familiar paths.

Mahogany tables and chairs are placed on both sides, there are two old rattan chairs in the middle of the hall, and large landscape paintings are hung in the middle of the hall, and the quaint bookish atmosphere is highlighted.

An old man with gray hair sat on a wicker chair, his body weakened by the passage of time, but it did not change his innate deterrent.

"Grandpa." Lynch stood in the middle of the hall and shouted at the old man.

Jeremy Lin was sitting on a rattan chair, thinking that his son Lin Zhenguo died in a car accident when Lynch was young, and the cause of this incident has not been identified, and Lynch, as Lin Zhenguo's only son and Jeremy Lin's most precious grandson, did not obey his arrangement and ran to other cities.

"I'm back." Jeremy Lin's voice is no longer as sharp as it used to be, and now it is like an old tiger, with no momentum at all.

"Look at your body, thin as a little pheasant, when you were asked to apply for the Air Force, you just refused, but you wanted to learn some history, now it's okay, you look at what you look like now." Jeremy Lin glared at Lynch and brought up the past.

"I don't realize what's wrong, now I'm learning what I want to learn, doing what I want to do, and walking the path I chose, does grandpa want me to die on the road you arranged like my father?" Lynch hates people to belittle the path he has chosen, if Jeremy Lin is like a dying tiger, then Lynch is a young and vigorous tiger, Lynch's unyielding temper is also with Jeremy Lin, from childhood to adulthood, these two tigers, one wants to be tamed, the other wants to be free, and there are constant conflicts.

"Say whatever you say, you tell me again." Jeremy Lin stood up abruptly, his legs shaking, and pointed at Lynch. Lin Zhenguo has always been a thorn in Jeremy Lin's heart, and Lynch picked on Jeremy Lin's pain and said.

"Oh, Grandpa Lin, don't be angry, don't be angry. Lynch is also tired on the road, so he doesn't talk to his brain, you are old and angry, don't be like him, it's not good to be angry, I'll go back to the house with him to rest and rest, and then talk slowly after resting. Zhou Ren saw that the two of them were about to fight, so he came out to play a round.

"Go, go, go." Lin rubbed his temples with his hand and waved them away.

Lynch opened his mouth, intending to say something, but Zhou Ren hurriedly covered his mouth and dragged him out.

"Oh, what are you doing, this old man is just stubborn, you have to talk to him well." Lynch broke free from Zhou Ren's hand and straightened the backpack on his hand.

"Open your eyes and see for yourself, your grandfather is angry with you, if I don't stop you, you have to make your grandfather faint, and I have to rescue him, you said that I finally took a vacation, you just let me rest and rest." Zhou Ren clenched his hands into fists and bowed to him like an ancient brother.

"Okay, okay, I see, I'll just pay attention to what I say." Lynch turned and walked towards his room.

"Squeak." Lynch pushed open the door of his room, and to Lynch's surprise, he hadn't come back for so many years, and everything was still the same layout.

"The old man instructed that no one can move the layout of the furnishings at will, and the usual cleaning is only a daily cleanup." Uncle Zhang walked in with a bed of sheets.

"The old man has come to your room every week for the past few years." Uncle Zhang laid out the sheets for Lynch, stood next to Lynch, and sighed.

"Xiaoqi, your grandfather is such a personality, after all, he is older, like an old child, he loves everything more seriously, you should be more considerate, after all, I don't know how many days he has left, if you can accompany him more, try to accompany him as much as possible." Lynch glanced at him, walked to the side of the bed and picked up a photo, the man in the photo had clear eyebrows, and there was a sharpness between his eyebrows, which had some similarities with Lynch and Jeremy Lin. 、

"Uncle Zhang, you say, how did my father die back then?" Lynch asked, looking at the photo.

"Xiaoqi, there are some things that we can't control, don't pursue it, the old man won't tell you, it's for your good, you just have to live your life well." Uncle Zhang was choked by his sudden question.

"A man who doesn't even know the real cause of death of his loved ones, and can't even protect the people he loves the most, how can he live a good life, what kind of man is he." Lynch placed the photo heavily on the table, his eyes burning.

"Since Uncle Zhang said what Grandpa meant, it is really good for you, don't explore it again and again, people, sometimes it's better to be confused." A burst of voice broke the conversation between Lynch and Uncle Zhang, and a person walked out of the door.

"Mother." Lynch yelled at the man outside the door.

The woman was thin, dressed in a blue and ink-colored cheongsam, her hair was tied into a bun, fixed with a silver carved hairpin, this woman who looked like a lady in the late Qing Dynasty was Lynch's mother, Zhang Yan.

This woman, who was the daughter of a rich salt merchant since she was a child, although the war broke out and the world was chaotic, her father still did his best to give her an excellent education, until after the war, she met Lin Zhenguo at a party, and the two fell in love at first sight, and soon held a wedding. After Zhang Yan got married, she taught her husband and children at home, coupled with her knowledge, which won Jeremy Lin's appreciation, Zhang Yan and Lin Zhenguo lived carefree in this secluded courtyard until Lin Zhenguo died unexpectedly.

"You get down on my knees." Seeing her son, who she hadn't seen for a few years, Mother Lin's emotions were a little out of control.

"For so many years, after you and your grandfather had a big quarrel, you haven't been home once, I know you're angry, you're confused, but you don't even want this family for this one thing, don't you even want your mother?" Mother Lin sobbed quietly as she spoke.

"Mother! The son was wrong. Lynch knelt on the ground and kowtowed a few times to Mother Lin.

"That's it, get up, just come back, just come back." Mother Lin helped Lynch up and patted the soil on his body.