He Xiangdong, who was rare to return generously, bought two soft sleepers for the ticket to Shanghai this time, which is several times more expensive than a hard seat.

If it were just He Xiangdong, he would definitely buy a hard seat and make do with it. But this time, Wang Miwei was also the one who got up. The old man was so old. The journey from Beijing to Shanghai was long, so he didn't dare to let the old man take a hard seat. If something went wrong on the road, he would really be dead and never redeem it.

The train was so slow that it was dying, and it was still stopping and leaning around the middle. He Xiangdong and Wang Miwei took a day and arrived in Shanghai at night.

After getting off the car, He Xiangdong called his master first. After confirming the address, he spent money to call a taxi. This time he really had to pay for money, so he had to take so much luggage with him by taxi.

On the road, He Xiangdong didn't show any strangeness on the surface, but his heart was surging and his heart was beating wildly. He hadn't seen his master for more than two years, and he didn't know if he was doing well.

He Xiangdong was sitting in the car, looking out the window with his eyes straight, but his mind was turbulent and he had no intention of looking at the scenery.

Shanghai is actually a very delicious city. The economy here is developing quite fast. It can be said that it is already the economic center of the country, but it is not like the product that others imagined after being swallowed up by modern cities.

People who have never been to Shanghai may think that Shanghai is full of high-rise buildings, and there are dozens of stories high skyscrapers. The walls are made of shiny glass curtain walls, which are magnificent and magnificent, making people unable to open their eyes.

But those who have actually been to Shanghai will not feel that way. There are many high-rise buildings in Shanghai, but next to the buildings are very ordinary and short alleys. The neatly arranged small alleys set off the characteristics of this city.

The villa buildings everywhere seem to tell the special experience of Shanghai in that special era. There are only a few people on the street that can’t be hugged by the big tree. Next to the big tree is a very romantic small cafe and bar.

All of this is silently explaining the cultural heritage of the city of Shanghai. Looking around other cities, overturning the original style of the city for the rapid economic development, and replacing it with a tall building with thousands of people, allowing the modern monster to swallow all the characteristics of the city bit by bit, making the thousand-city area no different.

It can be seen that Shanghai has done just right in balancing inheritance and development, which is worthy of serious study by other cities.

Zhang Yushu is the leader of the Shanghai Acrobatics Group. In the past, the unit had good benefits, so he also assigned a house. It was a three-bedroom and living room. Although the house is relatively old, it is still quite large.

His son is now a civil servant and works in the district’s cultural bureau. He also has a house. He is usually very busy with work and does not live with Zhang Yushu. He only comes here on weekends.

Zhang Yushu's lover has passed away for many years. Now he and Fang Wenqi live in the family. Zhang Yushu is in good health and can cook and he doesn't like to let others serve him, so he doesn't hire a nanny. Sometimes when he is too lazy to move, he will ask a hourly worker to come and help.

After receiving the call today, the two of them were waiting at the door. Fang Wenqi is already 80 years old this year. He suffered too much in his early years and his health is not good.

He Xiangdong had been wandering around the world and was living a hard life, so Fang Wenqi's health was not well maintained. In the past two years, he has lived a stable life.

There is no need to worry about food and clothing, nor do you have to worry about where to live the next day. The climate in the south also nourishes people. Although Fang Wenqi has been very old in the past two years, his complexion has improved a lot, and his face has also seen red light, no longer as dead gray as before.

Zhang Yushu is younger than Fang Wenqi. His body is very strong and he has to rely on maintenance. People like Fang Wenqi who have been wandering for most of their lives can still live to eighty. It is really God's favor.

Zhang Yushu's head is also gray now, but he is very angry and speaks very powerfully: "Brother Fang, let's go back to the house and wait. Do you know when Dongzi will come?"

Fang Wenqi was leaning on an old man's crutch in his hand. He looked at the direction of the car coming on the road and said, "Oh, I'm in a hurry."

Zhang Yushu smiled helplessly: "Xiao Dongzi used to say he wanted to see you, but you still had to let others come here. Why are you still anxious now?"

Fang Wenqi pursed her lips, and hummed at the tip of her nose, saying, "I won't talk to you."

"Hey, you old man." Zhang Yushu laughed angry.

It is the cold winter month now. Although Shanghai is not as cold as Beijing, the temperature is still a bit low, especially for the elderly, the cold wind is really unbearable to blow on their faces.

Fang Wenqi waited for a long time, but the car didn't come. His face turned red. He couldn't wait anymore, so he went home and sat for a while to warm up.

Zhang Yushu also poured him a cup of hot water, and Fang Wenqi had no intention of drinking it. His eyes were all looking out of the window.

He Xiangdong only has his relatives, so why is he the same? He Xiangdong's child is his only concern in this world.

Zhang Yushu looked at Fang Wenqi's nervous look and felt both funny and emotional. He hadn't seen Brother Fang with such a posture for many years.

After a while, a taxi slowly drove to their door. Fang Wenqi stood up and shouted: "It must be Dongzi, it must be."

Fang Wenqi quickly ran forward two steps, but suddenly stopped, looking a little panicked and confused, and didn't know if he should continue walking forward.

Zhang Yushu looked down by the window. The young fat man who got out of the car still looked a bit like the child in his impression. I think it should be He Xiangdong.

He quickly walked to Fang Wenqi and urged, "Brother Fang, it's Xiao Dongzi here. Why are you still standing stupidly? Are you still excited in front of you?"

Fang Wenqi looked up at Zhang Yushu, and his eyes were worried: "Yushu, Dongzi has been with me since he was a child and has never left me for so long. He has now gone to a big city and has his own career. I am just a useless old man. He won't think of me."

Zhang Yushu was speechless and sad. He knew that his brother Fang looked stubborn on the outside, but in fact he was very fragile and inferior on the inside. He knew that Brother Fang refused to see his disciple for so many years because he felt that he was useless and could not help his disciple, and he would drag his disciple back. He felt ashamed and had no shame to see his disciple.

"Oh," Zhang Yushu patted Fang Wenqi on the shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Dongzi is what you see growing up. You know the best person he is. He won't be like this."

After hearing this, Fang Wenqi nodded, and the experience of He Xiangdong from childhood appeared in his mind. The scene was like a movie.

Yes, Dongzi is a good boy. No matter how long he hasn't seen him, his nature will not change.

When Zhang Yushu saw that Fang Wenqi's condition had recovered, he pushed Fang Wenqi to the door and opened it.

He Xiangdong was moving the two big bags he brought out of the taxi when he suddenly saw the door open. He turned around and saw a familiar back that appeared countless times in his dreams looking at him at the door.

"Master." He Xiangdong exclaimed in emotion, and the backpack in his hand slid to the ground without realizing it. He ran towards Fang Wenqi, like a milk swallow returning to the nest.

When he arrived beside Fang Wenqi, He Xiangdong could no longer help but feel excited. He didn't have time to take a closer look at Fang Wenqi's appearance. Because his eyes were blurred, his nose felt sour and he couldn't stop his tears.

He has been wandering in Beijing for more than two years. He has been very hard in the past two years. He has a lot of things to say to his master, but he can't speak. In the end, he just called his master again and then knelt down beside Fang Wenqi.

Fang Wenqi hugged He Xiangdong's body, and tears flowed down. To be continued.
Chapter completed!