But immediately the soles of his feet were cold, thinking of Mu Feichi's silence, there was always a sense of déjà vu that the mountain rain was coming.

Ning Qiu picked up his mobile phone and dialed the phone over there, the 'drop' sound was only three seconds, and a magnetic voice came, the first sentence was not 'hey', only a faint sentence: "It's here." ”

The interrogative sentence became an affirmative sentence!

Ning Qiu couldn't help but be embarrassed for a while, and said with a little flattery: "Yes, yes, it's late for you to eat." ”

Ning Qiu's strategy to divert the subject clearly failed.

The man said with a grudge, "I've been waiting for your call." ”

has been waiting for my call, in other words, this major general, can't you just call directly, of course Ning Qiu didn't dare to say it.

"I got off the plane and went to the unit, and I was delayed a little time." Ning Qiu explained.

"Well," he replied faintly, as if he was a little tired, and continued, "Are you home?" ”

Ning Qiu glanced at the ring road outside the car window, "It's coming, it's coming soon." ”

Mu Feichi didn't seem to intend to pursue it, but said with concern: "Go home and lock the door, eat well, and wait for me to come back, do you know?" ”

There was a burst of warmth in Ning Qiu's heart, it turned out that he would also be cared for, no matter how big or small.

Looking at the same road I pass every day to commute to work, I have always been alone, but this time the way home alone seems to be a little different.

"I know, I'm not a child, I can take care of myself, but it's late, what's wrong with you, are you too tired?" Ning Qiu naturally heard a slight tiredness in Mu Feichi's tone.

"I'm fine, remember to text when it's time." Mu Feichi removed the topic from himself and reminded Ning Qiu.

"Well, then you can rest well." Ning Qiu said softly, maybe the work in the town has not been finished yet, so he is so tired.

Ning Qiu, who hung up the phone, didn't notice how happy and bright his expression was now.

The taxi driver listened to Ning Qiu's conversation throughout the whole process, looked at the rearview mirror and grinned: "Little girl, it's a new marriage after a long absence from your husband, see you are so happy on the phone." ”

Ning Qiu was shocked by the sudden words, happy? Tie the knot?

Are today's drivers so good at chatting? Ning Qiu smiled helplessly: "Master, I'm not married yet."

The driver is a single-celled uncle, and he is not embarrassed, and said cheerfully: "It's okay, if it's not over, then hurry up." ”

Ning Qiu smiled dryly, looking at himself in the car window, his face was as calm as water, but the corners of his lips were raised, and his eyes were shining, did he smile just now? However, it does seem to be quite happy.

Over there, Mu Feichi hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and continued to walk towards the potholed country road in front of him, walking for a few kilometers, but he didn't see a single bus, Shen Ze, this guy, I don't make it clear, wait to see him......

Shen Ze, who was eating ice cream and looking at his iPhone, suddenly felt a chill behind him.

There was a slight fine sweat on his forehead that stained his brows, but the man still walked forward with a steady breath, his pace was very rhythmic, and he couldn't show fatigue at all.

Mu Feichi's eyesight was excellent, and he immediately saw the figure in front of him, and walked forward at a faster pace.

"Hello, grandma, I would like to ask if there is a family here with the surname Zhong?"

The grandmother, who looked sixty or seventy years old with all kinds of vegetable cloth bags in her hands, looked at the young man with extraordinary bearing who suddenly appeared in surprise, and at first glance she was a foreigner, and immediately looked at Mu Feichi vigilantly and did not speak.

Mu Feichi patiently continued to ask: "Grandma, do you know that there is a person who used to be the director of the orphanage and is now retired, surnamed Zhong." ”

Mu Feichi matched the height of the old man in front of him, bent down and asked.

The old man's cloudy eyes moved when he heard the orphanage, and he thought of something when he saw that Mu Feichi was so young and so polite, "You...... Meet Dean Chung? ”

Mu Feichi saw that the old man knew, and said, "I know." ”

The old man suddenly realized, "You are her student, I know, I know, if you keep walking along this road, you can see a red bungalow, and the third household is Zhong Lihua's house." ”

"Thank you, grandma." Mu Feichi found his target, his steps were faster, and he almost ran forward, his black trench coat stretched an arc.

The old man, looking at Mu Feichi's back, continued hesitantly: "Hey, it's a poor child again. ”

In the third household, the door with red paint, three steps in front of the door, Mu Feichi grabbed the doorknob and knocked regularly.

After a while, the door squeaked halfway, and a thin, wheat-complexed woman opened the door, looking at the dusty but extraordinary, good-looking man in front of her, she was briefly amazed, and asked suspiciously, "Are you?"

"Hello, is this Zhong Lihua's house? I have something I want to consult. ”

"Wife, who is it?" A rough and loud sound came from inside.

The woman who opened the door seemed embarrassed, but she still opened the door and let Mu Fei in.

I can't imagine that the door outside is small, but the courtyard inside is not to chase, the rustic style makes people's eyes shine, there are crystal green grapes on the shelves, and there is a small round table, the ground has only been sprinkled with water, and the paint on the walls has been dyed, showing the owner's intentions.

The square soil on one side is supposed to be a small vegetable garden, and a man in a vest is loosening the soil with a shovel.

"What is this?" The man stopped and looked at the sudden extra person.

The woman motioned for Mu Feichi to go to the back room and explained to the man, "Find my mother, you are busy with yours." ”

"What do you call it?" Mu Feichi looked at the woman leading the way in front of him and asked.

The woman looked at Mu Feichi who was obviously dressed extraordinary, but she was polite, and she came to find her mother, and said heartily: "Just call me Aunt Lu, it's not so exquisite." ”

"Okay, Aunt Lu."

Aunt Lu opened the sliding door inside and faced the person sitting on the tatami mat reading the newspaper: "Mom, is someone looking for you?" ”

Dean Zhong removed the newspaper, revealing a thin face, and his white hair was fixed with a black belt, although he was morbid, but not a trace of sloppiness, but meticulous.

Dean Zhong pushed his reading glasses, looked in Mu Feichi's direction, and looked at it suspiciously.

Mu Feichi broke the quiet atmosphere and took out the photo in his hand and handed it to Dean Zhong.

The old man's skinny hands turned out, slowly opened the bag and looked at the photos inside, and then his whole body shook, and his already sick body and bones suddenly coughed violently as if he was falling apart immediately.

"Mom!" Aunt Lu immediately stepped forward to stroke the old man's back, and glanced at Mu Feichi with a reproachful gaze, what did this person show her mother, and her mother, who had always been less emotional, was suddenly shocked like this.