Meet the Brand Officer

He Xiujing's hand holding the chopsticks paused, and her voice was slightly lowered, "Why did I suddenly think of going back?"

Lin Xiyou noticed the strange emotion, and laughed repeatedly: "I just said it casually, I feel that everything is developing so fast, I guess I don't know which alley or road."

"Auntie, I actually said something out of my mouth, asking Xiyou to take me to the ancient town, so she thought of it on the spur of the moment." Song Ziyuan made a relief with a smile.

"Oh, that's it." He Xiujing looked relieved, "I've been in the bustling metropolis for a long time, and occasionally visiting the quaint water towns does have a special flavor, then let Xiaoyou take you for a walk."

"Anyway, the distance is not far, so it's very convenient to drive back and forth on the same day." She added.

Song Ziyuan heard the voice, and said with a smile: "That's kind, I also like living at home, it's so warm and comfortable, and I can also taste Auntie's good craftsmanship."

In a few words, Lin Xiyou's itinerary was clearly arranged, but Song Ziyuan drove there, which saved her from going back and forth.

Early the next morning, while Song Ziyuan and He Xiujing were having breakfast and chatting, Lin Xiyou tiptoed into her mother's room and took a bunch of old keys from the bottom drawer.

When they arrived in the ancient town of the next county, Lin Xiyou planned to let Song Ziyuan go to the scenic spot of Xiaoqiao Liushui, and go to business first.

Unexpectedly, Song Ziyuan, a shrewd ghost, can't be fooled no matter what, she follows her wherever she goes.

"I have to do some errands, you go shopping around here first, let's meet up later?"

Song Ziyuan shook his head, "I don't know the way, so I have to follow you."

"There is navigation."

"Your mother said, let you take me for a walk."

"..." Lin Xiyou lost her temper and had to tell the truth, "I have to go back to my old hometown and find some clues."

"I'll accompany you. Anyway, wherever you are, I will go."

Listening to his casual words, Lin Xiyou's heart shuddered inexplicably. She was clearly talking about visiting the ancient town or going back to her hometown, but why did she have a strange illusion, as if he was promising something.

"Don't worry, I'll keep it secret, and I won't mention it to your mother." He raised three fingers to promise.

She stared blankly at his smiling face, tilted her head unnaturally, stammering a little.

"Then let's go."

They drove there, and there were rows of tall buildings on both sides of the road extending in all directions. The hometown in memory had already changed its appearance.

Lin Xiyou's hometown is located in the old village residential area. Relying on her vague memory, she followed the house number and turned around to find the place where she lived when she was a child.

The weather-beaten old house is silent, crawling under the stacked buildings.

The mottled gray walls are engraved with the cracks of the years, and the dusty past is buried.

The gaps between the green bricks and tiles are filled with moss, which seems to be glowing with the last vitality.

Lin Xiyou stood in front of the door in a daze, with sweat clenched in her hands, scenes of tenderness and cruelty flashed before her eyes
This old house, like a magic container, froze time and sealed the happy life of their family for 12 years.

Holding the key, she dared not open the door of memory, and was even more afraid of stepping into this time tunnel.
Suddenly, a warm and generous hand covered the back of her hand, passed over her fingertips, tightly squeezed the key, and faced the lock on the door.

With a slight "click", the door was gently pushed open.

What caught the eye was not as desolate and decadent as imagined, and there were no cobwebs all over the corners.

Everything was neatly packed, and all the furnishings were still the same as before, as if the owner of the house had never left, but just went to live in a distant place for a while.

No matter how far away you go on vacation, there will always be a day when you will go home.

Therefore, this family has been silently waiting for their return.

Lin Xiyou couldn't help herself, she touched the round wooden dining table with trembling hands, only a thin layer of dust fell on it.

If it hasn't been taken care of for ten years, it will never be so clean.From the looks of it, it seems that mom often comes back to clean, but she never mentions
Maybe it was because he was afraid of touching her sad things, so he never brought her back, and never mentioned a word of the past.

Song Ziyuan stood silently by the side, never disturbing her, leaving complete space to her.

Lin Xiyou walked around every corner of the house and was silent for a long time before regaining her energy and carefully searching for all the old things about her father.

She held out stacks of old photo albums, carefully flipping through the old photos.

Some photos have been yellowed and corroded due to improper preservation. She regrets that she didn't come earlier to scan and save these precious old photos.

While selecting the photos to take away and save, she was looking for Li Rongquan with glasses and curly hair.

Because she was too young at that time, her memory was a little fuzzy. She identified the left and right for a long time, and finally confirmed Li Rongquan's photo.

As soon as she saw his appearance, fragmentary memory images suddenly appeared in Lin Xiyou's mind, which seemed to be a vague memory forgotten by her subconscious mind.

Ten years ago, on the last night before her father left home, when she was doing homework in the room, she suddenly heard her father questioning loudly from the next room.

She couldn't hear the content clearly, but her tone was serious and angry. She had grown up so much, and she had never seen such a big anger from her humble and polite father.

Startled, she quietly walked to the door and looked into the room.

The father held the phone in one hand, flipped through the book on the bedside table with the other, and asked angrily, "How could you take such black-hearted money with no conscience!"

"This matter must be reported, and the project must be stopped immediately!"

"This is not a child's play. If something happens, no one can afford it!"

"No, there is no need to discuss this matter. Okay, you wait for me there, and I will come right now."

The father hung up the phone angrily, closed the book, put it in the drawer under the wardrobe, locked it specially, and left home in a hurry.

Before going out, he even touched her head and told her gently: "Xiaoyou, you should do your homework obediently at home. Mom has to work overtime today to approve papers. Dad has something to do when he is out, so he will be back later. If a stranger knocks Don't open the door, let him come back when his parents come home, you know?"

But after that night, Dad never came home
Lin Xiyou's eyes were red, tears were streaming down her face, she wiped the tears off her cheeks with her backhand, and became more determined in her mind.

She ran into her parents' room in a hurry, and found the keys to all the cabinets in the house in the bedside table on the right from her memory. She tried them one by one, and finally found the stack of old books.

She didn't know which book her father was flipping through at that time, each book was filled with dense numbers, and at first glance, it was an ordinary record book.

She and Song Ziyuan browsed back and forth carefully for a long time, but they didn't find anything unusual.

Song Ziyuan flipped through another book casually, and when he made an unexpected discovery, he quickly handed it to Lin Xiyou, "Look, there are crease marks on this page."