When the door opened, my father and mother stood inside.

The gentle lights of the home sprinkled out from the door. Wei Mengchen felt it was a little dazzling and dared not look directly at it...

A few seconds later, he looked up and looked over carefully.

My parents' clothes are still so simple, older than I think, and their backs are bent.

"Are you Afeng's classmate?" Dad looked at the strange young man carrying things at the door in confusion.

Dad, mom, I'm back...

Wei Mengchen wanted to blurt out when he saw his parents.

My throat felt a little choked, but fortunately there was a systematically redeemable mood control agent, which reduced the mood fluctuations by half.

But Afeng's mother stared at Wei Mengchen and looked up and down.

Wei Mengchen changed to Mandarin accent: "Yue Fenglei and I are not in the same class, but we are in the same building, so we are very good. My name is Wei Mengchen."

"You..." Dad was still a little wary.

"I live in 303, and he lives in the upper bunk by the window of 317." Wei Mengchen understood that after his death, the two old men must have been harassed by the media and other people. He quickly told me some things that only his people would know: "Yue Fenglei told me that you are from Guangdong, and you like to eat char siu pastry and nine-layer cakes the most. Also, some traces on your palms... were caused by his naughtyness in the duck shed when he was a child."

Mom clenched her hands.

There are some difficult scars in her palms, which are old injuries caused by wood chips that penetrate into the skin.

It’s not surprising to know that the injury is, but only your own people can know the reason.

Dad understood and asked: "Ah, Xiao Wei, come in and sit down."

After entering the house, Wei Mengchen put down the gift himself, said a few politely, and began to look inside the house.

There was almost no change. In a single bungalow, there were still two simple beds and some old furniture. There were photo frames of a family of three on the head of the bed of the parents.

That was a photo of myself and my parents more than ten years ago. There was a poster on the wall, which was a portrait of a celebrity after she became famous.

Sitting down on the rattleing wooden chair, as Dad poured water, Wei Mengchen looked at the corner: "There..."

A small single bed next to it is a curtain. There are almost broken books on the hanging wall and the hanging board at the head of the bed are also piled with old guitars that are so old that they have taken off their color on the wall. There is still an old school uniform and coat hanging on the old clothes hanger.

It hasn't changed, it hasn't changed at all.

"That was where Afeng lived before." Dad said, "I said I wanted to take these off, but my mother didn't let them go, and I thought I'd like to leave a thought."

Wei Mengchen looked at his mother.

But my mother kept looking at Wei Mengchen.

"...Auntie, are you in good health?" Wei Mengchen stuttered.

"Fortunately, you came from eastern Guangdong?"

"I am working in Shanghai now, so I'm here to see you two elders." Wei Mengchen replied.

This body is over five years younger than the previous one, but it is not accurate to judge the age if it grows tenderer.

He looked at his mother and soon stopped talking again.

My mother has been watching him since she entered the door.

The two just looked at each other.

Wei Mengchen found that this was the first time she had looked at her mother so carefully. It turned out that she had so much white hair, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes were so thick, her skin was dim, and even age spots appeared on her arms.

I don’t know when my mother has grown up like this…

Dad noticed that his mother had been looking at Wei Mengchen in a blink of an eye and quickly relieved her embarrassment: "Hey, why are you always staring at people? Don't make people look ugly."

The mother came back to her senses in a daze, as if she wanted to say something, but she hesitated and said, "Xiao Wei, I looked at you and felt like I had seen you somewhere."

"..." Is this my mother's sixth sense? Wei Mengchen quickly said, "Maybe I was in the photo of my classmates."

Mom hesitated: "Is that true..."

Dad said, "Ah, no wonder she flips through those photos all day long, but she just can't put them down."

Dad got up and went to get the photo album under the small bed.

"I'll take a look, too."

The album has been worn out from the edges.

A hundred-day photo, a one-year-old photo, and she held her mother's neck and refused to enter the kindergarten. A photo of her father taking her to learn swimming.

From dimly colored rinsing photos to laser-printed photos in recent years, Wei Mengchen recalled a few memories.

My parents at that time were really young.

I grew up, but they got old.

Wei Mengchen felt the corners of his eyes were a little wet.

After looking at the college graduation photo, my father asked curiously: "Hey, which one is you?"

Wei Mengchen was about to talk about different classes but found that he could not explain his familiarity and could not find an excuse for a while.

Gu———At this time, a slight rumbling sound rang out.

The young man's body metabolism is fast. After Wei Mengchen was reborn, he was busy for the afternoon without eating. He was indeed hungry at this moment.

"Oh, you haven't eaten yet, are you? I'll cook for you." Mom quickly got up.

When Wei Mengchen came, he saw that there were bowls and chopsticks in the pool outside. He knew that they had eaten it, so he quickly said, "It's okay, aunt, it's so troublesome..."

"Don't dislike it, stir-fry more eggs, and the others will help you heat up."

My mother walked out and the kitchen in the bungalow was mostly outside the house.

Only Wei Mengchen and his father were left in the room.

"Xiao Wei, you are too polite. You must need money to work in the Shanghai Stock Exchange. Don't buy things."

"It's really not much." Wei Mengchen noticed that his father's eyes were on the tobacco and alcohol, and quickly got up and took off the Chinese cigarette, saying, "Auntie will definitely not let you use these things. With me here, you can try it quickly."

Of course it is not easy to dismantle the gifts yourself, and it is too impolite, but Wei Mengchen couldn't think so much at this time.

He unpacked the cigarette and lit one for his father. Seeing him touching the fire, he quickly gave the lighter next to the cigarette box: "I'll do it."

The blue and yellow flames illuminated my father's wrinkled cheeks and back of his hands particularly clearly.

This is the first time I have lit a cigarette for you as an adult...

Dad took a deep breath and sighed with satisfaction: "Ah, I'm not afraid of you making fun of you. I haven't smoked China for more than a year. Good cigarettes are really good."

Wei Mengchen looked at his father for a long time and couldn't speak.

He was afraid that he could not control his emotions even if he had the system, so he quickly changed the topic: "Uncle, can I take a look at A Feng's things?"

"Ah, they are all there, under the bed and in the cabinet." Dad pulled a plastic basket out of the bed with a cigarette in his mouth: "There are a lot of things he had when he was a child, and his mother always refused to throw them away. The cabinet was some of his previous clothes. You want it, hey, what am I talking about, it's hard to wear."

Dad sighed.

Wei Mengchen looked at things full of memories and tried to suppress his emotions.

This is a small train I bought after crying for a long time.

This is the CD CD of the King singer back then.

There is also the Walkman that was extremely precious when I was in college.

Some books were foreign song tutorial books collected by myself. At that time, I couldn’t buy them in the Shanghai market, so my mother asked someone to bring them from eastern Guangdong Province.

After seeing the music score, I looked at the old guitar on the wall.

Wei Mengchen remembered that he was not rich back then, and his mother planned to buy a wool sweater, but she clamored to ask for a guitar...

I was really ignorant back then! Wei Mengchen really wanted to slap himself a few times.

"Let's have a meal." Mom opened the door, blocked the door with the door-top stone before turning around and bringing the dishes in.

Wei Mengchen quickly got up to pick him up.

When I was in college, my mother could still hold the food in her hand and block the door with one foot, but now she has to bring it in step by step.
Chapter completed!