Even if he is accustomed to accepting the admiration of everyone, but in this case, he is paid attention to by everyone and evaluates his head, Tang Bohu's tempered face still can't help but blush.

At this time, the shape is really indecent, but there is no room for movement.

Tang Bohu lowered his head, and had to accept his fate, anyway, after today, few people would recognize this son.

Another point, Tang Bohu and the people in the car are glad that fortunately this girl does not have foot odor, otherwise, this road car will be spicy and turned to be smoked by poisonous gas when the air is so poor.

Tang Bohu resisted the impulse to explode, and waited for a long time, never feeling that time passed so slowly, and finally it was time for him to go home.

Under the reluctant gaze of everyone, Tang Bohu rushed out like a mourning dog, hey! Such a once-in-a-millennium bus version of the Golden Rooster independence has ended like this, what a pity! This kind of spectacle is not something that can be encountered at any time.

Tang Bohu tidied up his clothes a little, it was not early at this time, and the more he walked inside, the darker it became.

The people in this area are poor, and some of them don't want to use electricity at all, and they don't have anything to do, just like in a remote village, they have long gone to bed with the lights out.

There were occasional bursts of dog barking on the silent street, and in the dilapidated cement alley, only Sheng Nuo walked slowly, looking a little eerie.

But it's safer than any neon-lit road, because it's all poor people, and there's nothing to steal.

To exaggerate, even if some families open the door and let the thief steal something, the thief will definitely complain when he comes out, wasting Lao Tzu's time, knowing that it is better to pick up garbage than to be a thief.

And this, it can be seen from the fact that Tang Bohu picked up a single piece of clothing in the garbage pond that was better than his original clothes.

"At the end of this alley is my new home. ”

Tang Bohu couldn't help but sigh, and he was even more apprehensive in his heart, after all, he was not Tang Sen, but occupied his body, Tang Bohu always felt a little ashamed of his family.

"I have to take one step at a time!"

Tang Bohu's heart has never been so messy as it is now, and it is difficult to accept it immediately when he suddenly changes his family and who he is.

In fact, Tang Bohu has more or less fused Tang Sen's memory, and at the same time, this body is also Tang Sen's.

From a certain point of view, Tang Bohu is also Tang Sen, there seems to be no difference between the two, but Tang Bohu didn't accept it for a while.

Adjusting his mood, Tang Bohu quickened his pace and walked towards the inside of the alley.

At the same time, he secretly made up his mind that since he promised Townsend to take care of his family, he could not let his mother know that he was not Townsend himself.

A ninety-degree right-angle bend passed, and Tang Bohu's eyes suddenly appeared with a glimmer of light.

At the end of the dark alley, a faint light came through, not from an electric lamp, but from an oil lamp, and a long-haired black figure was printed on the wall.

In Tang Bohu's sight, he could faintly see a middle-aged woman in her forties sitting in front of the lamp, holding a needle and thread in her hand to mend her worn-out clothes.

However, she kept looking out the door absent-mindedly, and her eyebrows showed a little anxious.

This woman is Tang Bohu's current mother, Peng Xilian, in this situation, Tang Bohu can guess that Peng Xilian must be waiting for his son, Tang Sen.

"If I hadn't happened to come to Tang Sen's body, I'm afraid that this kind mother, tonight's longing for her son's return, would definitely be in vain!"

Tang Bohu looked at Peng Xilian, but he was inexplicably moved in his heart.

Mother, no matter how long we have been away, no matter how far we have left, she will always look at the door, waiting for us, waiting for her children to come home.

This kind of love is definitely the most sincere and eternal feeling in the world.

Tang Bohu couldn't bear to look at Peng Xilian's expression, and his steps couldn't help but speed up, and the empty alley sounded the sound of "kicking, kicking, kicking".

"Xiao Sen!" Peng Xilian heard the footsteps like a heavenly sound, and her face was also excited, and she hurriedly stood up and walked quickly to the door.

"Komori, Komori, are you back?"

The alley was dark, and Peng Xilian couldn't see anyone at all, but from the sound of hurried footsteps, she felt that it was the sound of flesh and blood.

When he got closer, Tang Bohu noticed that this mother, who was only in her early forties, had a few green threads in advance under the pressure of life, and Peng Xilian's face was engraved with traces of time.

Judging from her face, Peng Xilian was definitely an out-and-out beauty when she was young, but now she is so disgraced, for a son and a daughter under her knees.

"Mother...... Mom, it's me back. ”

Tang Bohu almost blurted out his mother's mother, and then thought that the name is different now, so he changed his words.

This mother called out, and Tang Bohu felt as if he had put down a boulder in his heart, and felt relaxed all over.

Tang Bohu himself didn't expect that he would shout out so easily, he thought it would be difficult to accept, but he just lied to himself.

Anyway, the flesh and bones of this body were given by the mother in front of him, and this feeling of blood connection, even if he changed his soul, Tang Bohu could still feel it.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back......"

Peng Xilian saw Tang Bohu stepping into the threshold, and even though he closed the door, the expression on his face was slowly relaxed, as if he was greatly relieved.

"Sit down and rest, Mom will pour you a glass of water to soothe and soothe your body. ”

Tang Bohu didn't say anything to refuse, just watched his mother lift the kettle, gently scrub the water cup once, and then slowly poured hot boiling water into the cup, extremely attentive.

This process of pouring water seems to have made a perfect interpretation of the word maternal love.

Tang Bohu didn't speak, quietly enjoying the feeling of being cared for, and his heart was as hot as boiling water.

"Komori, come, drink while it's hot. Peng Xilian poured the water and served it to Tang Bohu.

"Thank you, Mom!"

Tang Bohu took the water cup and took a sip gently, but before the cup was put down, he was shocked, and his eyes were tightly fixed on a crumpled envelope on the table.

He recognized it as the envelope that Townsend had thrown away in the trash can before his death, which contained his acceptance letter from JZ University.

Tang Bohu's mind clearly imprinted that picture: under the summer heat, a young man in simple clothes slid the envelope weighing a thousand pounds in his hand from his fingers and fell straight into the dim garbage can.