Xi Nanxing did not drive. Walking on the familiar streets, looking at the place where he grew up, Xi Nanxing was in a trance.

Opening the familiar door, Xi Nanxing paced in. The appearance of the home in the impression is still there, but now it is covered by a white cloth. Covered with a white cloth is not only old furniture, but also a picture of happiness from many years ago.

In the past, how happy he was, his parents were loving, his mother was filial to his son, his father and son had a harmonious and intimate relationship, and the family of three was happy.

At that time, his name was Southern Star. Xi Nanxing was born well-off since he was a child, although his father is busy with work, his parents are loving and his family is happy. But a car accident ruined everything, and that car accident took away not only his mother, but also his father's love for him and his friendship for him. A year after his mother's death, his father remarried, tearing the shattered family apart.

Xi Nanxing's mother, Xi Yingqi, came from a scholarly family, was well-behaved and docile since she was a child, looked like a classical beauty, loved to read, talked about a good piano, and graduated from a well-known girls' school at that time. When he was a teenager, he was deeply favored by his parents, and later married a wife, and his family was happy. It was supposed to go on, but a car accident took it all.

Mom's favorite piano is still there, but unfortunately the person who plays the piano is gone forever. I have the impression that my mother loves to laugh and speaks extremely softly, and Xi Nanxing welcomes him with his mother's piano every day when he gets home from school. Now it's long gone.

The windowsill was not closed, and a gust of wind blew, lifting the tablecloth on the piano stand, rustling.

pulled back Xi Nanxing's thoughts.

Xi Nanxing pushed the door and walked into the study, and the things that his mother used when she was alive were still there. Xi Nanxing stood in front of the bookshelf and pulled out a book, the bookmark had been yellowed, and the yellowed bookmark seemed to lock the dusty memory.

Xi Nanxing turned over all his mother's relics and found no details about his old friend.

In my memory, my mother didn't like to socialize, and her only hobbies were playing the piano and reading.

A friend of many years, could it be a friend of his mother before he was born? Xi Nanxing continued to rummage, and suddenly a storybook came into view.

A memory floods into my mind, and a past event is suddenly remembered.

Xi Nanxing was a little fat man when he was 8 years old, and he was often called a little fat man at school, so he was very tired of school during that time, fighting with children, tearing books, and being a proper campus bully.

After Nan's mother found out, she didn't say anything and took Xi Nanxing back from school. Xi Nanxing thought that his mother would beat him, but his mother didn't say anything. At night, he sat on the edge of his bed as usual, told him stories, and coaxed him to sleep.

After the story was told, Xi Nanxing was clamoring to listen to it, so Nan's mother told a story around her, although Xi Nanxing didn't understand it very well at that time.

"Xing'er, now you are still young, maybe you don't understand, but do you know that you can now sit in a spacious and bright classroom, have books to read, and learn to study, how many people dream of opportunities but can't get them?"

Where did 8-year-old Xi Nanxing understand this, and continued to ask, "Well, is there still someone who doesn't go to school, Mom?"

"Of course, some people can't afford to go to school, they can't even afford to eat. Mom has a very good friend, since he was a child, his family is poor, let alone going to school, it's good not to be hungry, he started to go out to work in his teens to make money to support his family, pick up bottles, go to restaurants to wash dishes, and work as a waiter, just to be able to earn enough money to go to school, but also to buy a book, hungry for 2 days, and then he relied on his own step by step to complete his studies, so, Xing'er, the opportunity to study now is so precious, you must cherish it" Xi Yingqi recalled the past, and then continued. I don't know how she's doing now."

Xi Nanxing nodded in response as if he didn't understand, and saw that his mother's expression seemed to be a little sentimental, so he secretly swore that he would study hard in the future and no longer make his mother sad.

Pulling back the memory, I have the impression that my mother really seems to have such a friend, but in my impression, Xi Nanxing has not seen it, so is it really this friend.

Perhaps, maybe someone will know.

This is the second time that Xi Nanxing has stepped into the door of the Nan family after returning to China.

Nan Tingzhi, Feng Shuiyun, and Nan Zhiyin were eating.

Xi Nanxing pushed the door in, and the three of them turned around in surprise, when they saw the person who came. Nan Zhiyin was the first to open his mouth.

"Brother, you're back" Nan Zhiyin stood up and shouted, then walked up to Xi Nanxing and instructed the servant next to him, "Sister-in-law Zhang, go get a pair of cutlery"

"No need, I'm here to find him," Xi Nanxing walked up to Nan Tingzhi and said.

"What's the matter" Nan Tingzhi was still a little surprised when he saw his son coming home, but it was extinguished randomly. This kid won't come to me if he's fine.

Seeing that Xi Nanxing didn't say anything, he continued: "Go to the study and talk about it."

After the two of them went upstairs, Feng Shuiyun said to Nan Zhiyin, "Look at you, you still call him brother, did he promise, I said, people won't accept your affection, you still don't believe it"

"I'm full, let's go back to the house first" Nan Zhiyin knew that Feng Shuiyun's nagging would not be over, so he simply put down the dishes and chopsticks and walked to the room.

"Why didn't you say a word when you came back, did you eat?" Closing the door of the study, Nan Ting turned around and asked with concern.

"I haven't eaten or cared for so many years" Since the death of his mother, there is an indescribable strangeness between Xi Nanxing and his father, and over the years, except for his mother's death day and some special days, he has never returned.

Nanting moved his mouth and didn't say anything more, pulled out the stool and sat on it.

"I remember that my mother had an old friend, do you remember who that old friend was" to the point.

"Old friends?"

"Yes, she told me when I was a child, and it was the one who went to pick her up on the day she died."

"Who" Nan Ting was stunned, because he didn't remember who Xi Yingqi had picked up on the day he died.

"My mother said that she had a friend from a poor family who had worked a lot of ...... in order to go to school."

"Poor?" Nan Tingzhi searched his memory from his head.

The picture reverses to a few decades ago, when he and Xi Yingqi were just together, Nan Tingzhi remembered that Xi Yingqi seemed to have really had some friends around him, but most of them were friends from the same class, so he couldn't talk about being poor. But when it comes to poverty, it seems that there is indeed such a person, a very handsome and tall girl, who has a good relationship with Xi Yingqi, and her family background is not very clear, but she is indeed a little shabby in her dress, and she is a little out of place with those people.

"Could it be her?" Nan Nanting thought of this and said.

"Who"

"If you want to talk about friends, it seems that your mother really had a friend before she got married, but she hasn't seen much since then," Nan Ting said with a thought on the back of his head.

"Then do you have her contact information" Hearing this, Xi Nanxing's eyes were filled with surprise.

"I don't have contact information, but I remember that your mother used to stay in a drama troupe when she was young, so she must have been a friend she met at that time."

Xi Yingqi stayed in a drama troupe before she got married, and she didn't go there after she got married, and Nan Tingzhi saw the girl at that time, so I guess I probably met at that time.