Nie Guangyi followed Xuan Shi back to the old house.

It's also helpless.

This is obviously his grandfather's home.

But he needs to come back with Xuan Shi, who still had some social fear in the past.

Today, everything in Longqiao Village has long since given him a sense of belonging.

He used to love it here.

I had a lot of fun summer vacations.

Fish in the stream.

Chill out on a bench.

No homework required, no piano practice.

Every day is so long.

It can be from sunrise to sunset.

Every day is so short.

When I opened my eyes, I didn't have time to do anything, and it was time to close my eyes.

Time is wasted.

Time is wasted.

This kind of experience was very novel to Nie Guangyi when he was young.

Of course, from a very young age, he showed extraordinary talent.

No matter what you learn, you have to be a little faster than others.

But he was still a kid after all.

It is inevitable that you will yearn for a carefree and playful time.

……

For the Qiu family.

This night is destined to be a sleepless one.

The two old men died one after another, and everyone rushed over from all directions.

A large group of people got together.

The performance of the mourning band did not stop for a moment.

The women were in groups of three or five, not knowing what they were discussing.

The men get together, either playing mahjong or cards.

It's not so much a funeral, it's like rushing home for the New Year.

Is this a joy and mourning?

Why is it so hard to accept?

The sadness of this room is not as many as the people who wept silently in the ruins of Wan'an Bridge.

Isn't joy and mourning a parting of life and death?

Isn't it true that joy and mourning will never be seen?

Nie Guangyi couldn't stand it the most, and someone was indifferent at the funeral.

Inevitably, I will think of the scene when my mother died.

Professor Nie, who is already divorced, is there to run expressionlessly.

It's not cold, but it's absolutely miserable and miserable.

He was the only one, crying like a psychopath.

Today, Nie Guangyi is more certain of one thing - Nie Tianqin has no feelings.

On a day like today's.

The group of people inside, even if they didn't react, at least gathered together.

Nie Tianqin ran to a place where he was not disturbed by mourning and made a phone call:

"The bridge has collapsed."

"Yes, that's right."

"Skeleton?"

"The skeleton can't be saved, and it will basically collapse in the next few days."

"Possible ...... of the fix"

"There is no possibility of repair, only the option of reconstruction."

"I'm not sure anyone will be able to rebuild."

"Yes, I haven't found anyone who can inherit this intangible cultural heritage skill."

"There are a few apprentices, all of whom are more experienced carpenters, but none of them have yet mastered the essence of the traditional construction techniques of wooden arch bridges."

"Okay, I'll figure out the reason as soon as possible and come up with a plan."

"Yes, I've made a model of Wan'an Bridge."

"Models and real bridges are not a concept......"

Nie Guangyi's hand was holding a stainless steel plate.

It was Xuan Shi who used it to fry the five spices.

He listened behind Professor Nie's back for a while.

The more I listened, the quieter it became, as if even the breath had disappeared.

The stainless steel plate in Nie Guangyi's hand, the second Nie Tianqin said that he had made a model of Wan'an Bridge, turned into a frisbee, directly swept over Nie Tianqin's head, and flew to the courtyard wall of the unknown family.

Then, with a loud "clang", it landed at Nie Tianqin's feet, which was less than half a meter away.

Nie Tianqin was startled, quickly hung up the phone, and turned his head to see which bear child it was.

It soon became clear that it was his own family.

"What are you doing, big head?" Nie Tianqin habitually shouted.

used the tone of educating Nie Guangyi more than ten or twenty years ago.

It was a nickname that was often used at the time.

blurted out this sentence, which made Nie Tianqin regret it a little.

The relationship between him and Nie Guangyi is no longer the father's kindness and filial piety of ten or twenty years ago.

In front of the friends brought by Nie Guangyi, calling him "big head" will definitely make things worse.

Nie Guangyi never felt that his head was big.

Even if you go back and flip through the photos, at most before the age of one, the proportions are a little out of balance.

When he was in kindergarten, Nie Tianqin lied to him and said that big head means smart.

Nie Guangyi believed it.

When I got to elementary school, I told others everywhere that my nickname was Datou.

Since the second grade of elementary school, he has been teased by his classmates until he graduated.

When Nie Guangyi was just in junior high school, he was very disgusted that someone knew his nickname.

It is absolutely forbidden to use such an unrealistic title in any public place.

Since then, he can only call others big heads, whoever calls him big heads, he will be in a hurry with whomever he wants, Nie Tianqin is the only exception.

Until the college entrance examination, the father-son relationship between Nie Guangyi and Nie Tianqin was quite good.

At least the relationship with my mother is more than ten times better.

Mom has always been very strong in education.

If his mother forcibly changed his will, Nie Guangyi might be able to understand it a little.

Nie Guangyi never dreamed that his father, who was on his side in everything since he was a child, and got along with him like a friend, would do such a thing as forcibly changing his will.

It's just a few days.

He lost the Tsinghua building.

Lost my mother.

Dad's image also completely collapsed at the same time.

Thinking of this, Nie Guangyi's whole person exuded a cold aura like the Arctic Circle.

"Broadly speaking, Dad didn't mean to call you by your nickname in front of your friends, just now he didn't pay attention and thought of you......"

"Professor Nie, you don't need to pretend to be reminiscent of the past. I don't need your explanation either. "Nie Guangyi has always been duplicitous.

"That's not what Daddy meant......"

"Yes, what you say, you don't mean it. It's like you just said that you made a model of Wan'an Bridge. ”

"Broadly speaking, Dad did do it."

"Oh? When did Professor Nie do it? ”

"I ......"

"Can't tell, right? I'm here to help you reminisce about memories, is it the time when your son agreed to make a model of Wan'an Bridge for you as a birthday gift in order to come to Changqiao Village to live in Changqiao Village for the summer vacation? ”

"Not at that time." Nie Tianqin denied it.

"Isn't it?" After a pause, Nie Guangyi turned on the serial questioning mode: "I remember, at the end of the summer vacation, your son's model was only 99% completed, right?" Professor Nie finally got old, did it take ten days and half a month? ”

"I don't have ......"

"You don't have anything, Professor Nie?" Nie Guangyi changed his honorific title, but his tone became even colder: "You didn't receive a model from your son as a birthday gift, did you?" Your son simply wouldn't have the patience to make you a birthday present, right? ”

"I don't have ......"

"Why is this sentence again? What the hell do you have? Did you not receive a birthday present, or did you not wear it out? ”

Nie Tianqin did not answer this question out loud.

"Look, you can't answer yourself, can you?" Nie Guangyi restrained the sarcasm in his tone, and calmly but more lethally made a conclusion: "Professor Nie's memory is really good, if you include the time of old-fashioned, it is indeed not the time of your birthday." ”

"Dad can swear by Wan'an Bridge, and he definitely doesn't regard the model you made as his own."

After listening to this, Nie Guangyi directly began to applaud: "Wonderful! The Wan'an Bridge has collapsed with your oath. ”

"Broadly speaking, you have to believe that Dad is not such a person."

"Okay, Professor Nie, I trust you." Nie Guangyi said: "As long as you can give me a piece of evidence." Please come up with two models of Wan'an Bridges. After so many years, even if you make another one, you can do it. ”