Zhao Yufeng's heart trembled, and an illusion appeared in front of him. She felt that it was no one else who sat down, but her own son. In the past, when the son came back from outside, took off his coat, and put his legs on the kang, this is such an action. She looked at the messenger again: he was much older than his son, and his nose and mouth were very different from his son's, but his face and body shape were very similar, especially his eyes, which were almost exactly the same as his son's!

Wu ...... Comrade Wu, how did you meet my son? Is he okay? ”

"Your son is fine, please rest assured." Wu Feilong said, "I am a doctor at the H City Psychiatric Hospital, and I went to visit relatives in Country M a few days ago, and I met your son by chance in Los Angeles. During the conversation, I learned that your son is from H City and is in high school at Walrow Middle School. Your son was very happy to hear that I was also from H City, saying that he missed his hometown and his parents very much. I said I had booked a ticket back home and asked him if he could help with anything. He said that he knew that his family was very difficult, his father was not in good health, and his mother was alone outside the house. He said that he now lives mainly on financial aid, and that he has saved $500 with him and asked me to bring it to his family. He said that his parents had never seen the dollar and would not use it, so he asked me to exchange the dollar for RMB when I returned to China. As he spoke, Wu Feilong took out a stack of renminbi from his jacket pocket and handed it to Zhao Yufeng, "This is three thousand five hundred yuan, please order a little." ”

Zhao Yufeng sighed and put the money on the table, "Don't order, it won't be wrong." He asked Wu Feilong again, "It's noon, haven't you eaten yet?" ”

Wu Feilong looked at the dining table, saw that there were corn flour tortillas on it, and leftover cabbage tofu, and smiled, "I'm really a little hungry." I didn't need the owner to let me, I grabbed a cake casually, and said "It's delicious!" while eating. ”

Zhao Yufeng hurriedly said, "How can I tell you to eat leftovers, wait a minute, I'll scramble you an egg." ”

Wu Feilong got up to stop him, "Tortillas, cabbage and tofu, although they are not precious, they are my favorite food." Don't do anything, just treat me as your son and your own family. ”

Zhao Yufeng, who heard a sentence, churned in his heart, and tears welled up. There was an illusion in front of her eyes again, Wu Feilong became a son again, the sitting posture, the voice, and the action of picking up vegetables were exactly the same as those of her son!

Liang Hongxi finally finished reading the letter, his eyes soaked with tears. Only then did I notice that the messenger was eating their leftovers and was very upset. He looked at Zhao Yufeng, his eyes full of doubts. He knows that Zhao Yufeng is hot-hearted, although the days are tight, but he never treats guests slowly, such an important guest comes to the house today, even if there is no fish and meat, how can people eat the leftover cabbage and tofu by stir-frying green onion and eggs? He glanced at Zhao Yufeng again, and saw that her eyes were bright, and she was looking at Wu Feilong without blinking, and his heart became more and more confused.

"Didi-" I remembered the sound of car horns outside the window, since Li Xiangnan came here half a year ago, there have been no vehicles parked outside.

Wu Feilong finished the last bite of the dish and reluctantly put down his chopsticks.

"Comrade Wu, the car is picking you up?" Zhao Yufeng was still looking at Wu Feilong in a daze.

"It was the hospital car, urging me to come." Wu Feilong frowned and let out a soft sigh.

Zhao Yufeng finally came back to his senses and sighed, "It's really a shame to come all the way and let you eat leftovers." ”

Wu Feilong shook his head and said, "I'm not eating, I have a fate with Liang Tianyu, and I also have a fate with your second elder." Although I was a newcomer, it was like returning to my own home. Ahem, if I didn't help myself, I really wanted to sleep on this hot kang. As he spoke, he bowed to Zhao Yufeng and Liang Hongxi, turned around and left.

"Wait!" Zhao Yufeng picked up the grass-green military coat on the kang, draped it on Wu Feilong, and helped him tie the buttons one by one. "It's cold outside, beware of catching a cold."

"Thank you, don't worry, I'm fine."

Liang Hongxi was busy putting on his shoes, and he was going to send off this guest who was not outside. But he was stopped by the guests.

"Sit down, and I'll come to see you if I have the chance."

As he spoke, Wu Feilong quickly walked out of the room, and just as he turned around, Zhao Yufeng saw bright tears flashing in his eyes.

After reading their son's letter, Zhao Yufeng and Liang Hongxi's mood calmed down a lot. In the letter, the son mentioned Walrow Middle School, mentioned California, and mentioned Los Angeles, all of which were passed by. Most of the son's thoughts about his hometown and his relatives are revealed, and the heart of the wanderer is revealed between the lines. Zhao Yufeng looked at his son's letter over and over again, and listened to his son's voice over and over again. There is a big discrepancy between what the son wrote in his letter and what he said when he ran away from home. On the day Li Xiangnan came, and on the day his son picked her up and Liang Hongxi to go to the airport, he seemed to be endorsing and acting, and there were a lot of things in the clouds, and a few words were useful. And this letter from country M has no of those bold words, no decoration and piling up that is not useful. The son in the letter said all the same things that he said in front of his parents, and he was usually simple and simple. The son in the letter was restored to his original appearance. She looked forward to reading letters like this every day. She had never been abroad and knew very little about the other side of the ocean, but because of her son, she began to pay attention to the country hidden behind the earth. She bought the latest published map of the world, and found the state of Silhi and Los Angeles in country M on the map, and looked at it as if her son was standing on that little dot.

Winter goes to spring, summer goes to autumn, and more than half a year has passed in a blink of an eye. On this day, Zhao Yufeng and Liang Hongxi finally looked forward to their son's letter again. The son's letter came directly from the M State Post, and it was delivered directly to the door by the postman. Although the letter is not long, it is very clear. There are also photos in the letter, pictures of my son! The son in the photo is smiling happily and brightly, like a painting, like a fire. Since then, my son has been sending more and more letters from M and more and more photos from M post. The son's photos include the grassy playground of Walrow Middle School, the towering skyscrapers of Los Angeles, the antique archways of Chinatown with red lanterns hanging high, and the yellow-haired, blue-eyed, high-nosed teachers and classmates. The son not only mailed photos, but also mailed dollars. In the letter, the son specifically explained how to convert the US dollar into RMB. At this point, Zhao Yufeng and Liang Hongxi finally fell to the ground with a stone.

A year ago, Li Xiangnan walked into Zhao Yufeng's house very abruptly, but she didn't recognize Zhao Yufeng, which hit her hard. From that day on, Li Xiangnan's image collapsed, and seventeen years of concern turned into a wisp of smoke, drifting away. What Li Xiangnan left her with was endless loss, infinite melancholy, a thousand rounds of pain, and indescribable resentment. As time passed, her loss, melancholy, pain and resentment faded little by little. She thought, maybe Li Xiangnan didn't recognize her, but he didn't recognize her. If he could pierce the layer of window paper at that time and say that she was the little nanny seventeen years ago, Li Xiangnan might be able to think of her, or maybe he would be able to recognize her. As the saying goes, eighteen changes in women's colleges, seventeen years ago she was still a bright girl, after seventeen years of baptism of wind, frost, rain and snow and the pressure of life, her complexion has changed, her face has changed, her waist has changed, and even her voice has changed. She's getting old, she's getting ugly, she's getting a different person.