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The 16-year-old Jiang Nanhui accompanied Cen Hanluo through a period of confusion and hesitation. The 22-year-old Cen Hanluo helped Jiang Nanhui clear the fog in front of him and stood with him in the sunshine.

Seeing that Jiang Nanhui was still staring at him, Cen Hanluo tilted his head and said, "The story is over."

"Yeah." Jiang Nanhui sat back on the seat, as if a fire was burning in his chest, and this blazing heat was ignited by Cen Hanluo, which was a touch he had never had before, "Thank you for being willing to tell me this. "

"If I want to say thank you, shouldn't I thank you more?" Cen Hanluo waved his hands and said, "It's too hypocritical to say thank you here and there, and it's embarrassing. Why don't you be more practical."

"Okay." Jiang Nanhui asked, "What do you want?"

"When I was talking just now, the conductor pushed the snack trolley past me twice, which made me hungry." Cen Hanluo rubbed his belly and said, "I invite you to listen to the story, and you invite me to eat snacks, you are welcome. "

Jiang Nanhui showed surprise: "Can you still pay attention to the conductor?"

"I'm hungry." Cen Han said, "Who gave him a cart full of delicious food?"

Jiang Nanhui immediately reached out to stop the passing conductor and said, "Hello, please, we want to buy some snacks."

A bag of tangerine peel peanuts, a box of Oreos, two bottles of Master Kong green tea, and a small table in front of the two of them. Cen Hanluo gave Jiang Nanhui an earphone, and the white noise played on the phone was the sound of wheat waves in autumn.

Jiang Nanhui lowered his head to help Cen Han peel the peanuts. Cen Hanluo looked out the car window, then bent his index finger and tapped the other's arm.Seeing Cen Hanluo pointing at the window, Jiang Nanhui turned his head. Outside the window was a clear blue sky with rolling white clouds, and the golden wheat fields stretched as far as the eye could see, occasionally mixed with a few sunflowers.

The sound in the earphones reflected the beautiful scenery in front of him. Suddenly, for a moment, Jiang Nanhui seemed to be in the golden autumn scenery. The world was vast, and everything was free and comfortable, both physically and mentally.

The feeling rooted deep in his heart at this time is the happiness that Jiang Nanhui has never experienced, which makes him want to redefine life.

After noon, the train slowed down and entered the boundary of Jingnan City.There is not much temperature difference between Jingnan and Pennsylvania. In late summer and early autumn, the air is slightly humid and the temperature is pleasant.

After getting out of the car and walking out of the platform, the surrounding scenery was both familiar and unfamiliar. Jiang Nanhui pulled the suitcase with mixed emotions. After four years, many things have changed. He has also left his student days and entered the workplace. a news reporter.

You can get a taxi at the exit of the high-speed railway station. The two of them got into the same car, and Cen Hanluo asked the driver to drive in the direction of Jiang Nanhui's house first.The car passed through the tall buildings smoothly, Jiang Nanhui looked at the street scene along the way, and asked Cen Hanluo: "When I get home, what will you do? Is there anywhere you want to go?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine by myself." Cen Hanluo replied, "But when you finish your work, if you want to come to me, you can come to the east gate of Huaichuan Middle School."

"Huaichuan Middle School?" Jiang Nanhui was surprised, "Isn't that my school?"

Cen Hanluo smiled without saying a word, lowered half of the car window, squinting and blowing the cool autumn wind.

The scene that appeared in front of him became more and more familiar. The gate of the community was within easy reach, and the taxi was parked by the side of the road. Jiang Nanhui lowered his shoulders and held the doorknob, saying to Cen Hanluo, "Then I'll go."

"Go." Cen Hanluo patted his arm reassuringly, "Take care of you."

The simple four words made Jiang Nanhui feel very at ease for no reason.

Watching the taxi leave the field of vision, Jiang Nanhui pulled the suitcase. The building closest to the gate of the community was his home, and he could see the window of the living room when he looked up.

Have your parents changed?Has the layout of your home changed?Are the decorations still the same?A question came up after taking a step, stepping into the community, stepping into the corridor, and stepping on the steps, Jiang Nanhui's heart beat into his throat, and his hands and feet felt cold from nervousness.

The Spring Festival couplets pasted on both sides of the door of the house have not been changed for four years, and the mat in front of the door is still the red "safety in and out". Standing in front of the faded wooden door, Jiang Nanhui really can't describe his mood. The original paranoia has long since disappeared. At this moment, only guilt remained in his heart.

Raising his hand to knock on the door, Jiang Nanhui realized that his hand was shaking a little.The sound of footsteps inside the door came from far to near, he swallowed awkwardly, his nails dug into his palm, and he clenched his fist hard.

There was light falling on his feet, and the door opened, Jiang Nanhui still lowered his head, as if a boulder was pressing down on his neck.There were two people standing inside and outside the door, neither of them spoke, and even the sound of breathing disappeared. Jiang Nanhui guessed that it was his mother who opened the door for him.

Because the pair of slippers he saw were purple and embroidered with mother's favorite orchid pattern.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Nanhui loosened his clenched teeth and said hoarsely, "Mom... I, I'm back."

Gathering up the courage to raise his head, Jiang Nanhui was already prepared, no matter what his parents wanted to beat or scold, he would accept it... But he never expected that what he met was a pair of red eyes. There were fine wrinkles, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Jiang Nanhui held his breath, did not let himself escape, and bravely looked at his mother: "Mom, I..."

Yu Qing was actually happy, but she couldn't control her emotions. She wanted to smile back at Jiang Nanhui, but tears rolled down her cheeks: "Son."

His nasal cavity suddenly became sour, and Jiang Nanhui almost couldn't restrain himself.

"My son is back." Yu Qing wiped her face with the back of her hand, turned her head and shouted into the room, "Jiang Xingpeng, our son has come home to see us!"

In Jiang Nanhui's memory, Jiang Xingpeng has always been an image of a strict father, unsmiling, always stern, but even if he made a mess again, he never made a move.

Jiang Xingpeng is getting old, his hair at the temples has faded to gray, and his back is slightly hunched.Jiang Nanhui couldn't bear the fact that his once stalwart father was getting old, which made him even more unable to forgive himself for being ignorant back then.

Jiang Nanhui said slowly: "Dad."

Jiang Xingpeng glanced at him, walked to the sofa and sat down, and asked in the usual tone: "You know you're back?"

Jiang Nanhui didn't know how to answer, he poked in place like a log.

"What are you doing at the pestle door? Come in." Jiang Xingpeng said, "Have you grown taller in the past four years? You have to bend over to enter the door."

Yu Qing helped Jiang Nanhui move the suitcase into the house, Jiang Nanhui tried to make his words and deeds look natural: "It's only three or four centimeters."

After changing his shoes, he was about to sit next to his father, when Jiang Xingpeng suddenly changed his tone and said in a deep voice, "Who told you to sit?"

When Yu Qing heard this, he was unhappy: "Jiang Xingpeng, what are you doing, treat your son better, don't scare him away."

Jiang Nanhui held back all the previous warmth, but because of Yu Qing's words, Jiang Nanhui's eyes instantly became hot.

"What's wrong with scaring him? If you can't handle things like this, you'll run away." Having said that, Jiang Xingpeng's voice was steady, "I admit that my temper is a bit violent and my speech is a bit harsh, but who should treat him?" Dad will be like me."

"He threw such a big thunder to us, and he still looks confident." Jiang Xingpeng said, "Is this something I can accept right away?"

With nowhere to rest his hands, he could only hang them by his sides. Jiang Nanhui listened to the training with sullen eyes.

"Can running away solve the problem? You're good. You've been hiding for four years." Jiang Xingpeng said, "If you didn't have An Ran by your side, your mother and I wouldn't know where to ask you for news."

"You just disappeared after a few words of yelling at you, and even went to a place as far away as Pennsylvania to study in college. You are really capable, Jiang Nanhui, raise your head up."

Jiang Nanhui went to look at Jiang Xingpeng ashamedly, thinking that what awaited him was a severe reprimand, but unexpectedly, Jiang Xingpeng said: "Raising you so much, how did your mother and I treat you? Don't you have any confidence in us? ?”

Jiang Nanhui was almost ashamed.

"No matter what kind of person you are, we will tolerate you, because you are our son." Jiang Xingpeng said, "Who made us a family in this life."

Sighing softly, with a soft face, Jiang Xingpeng looked at Jiang Nanhui and said with distress: "If I don't understand you for a while, can I still not understand you for a lifetime?"

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