The doomsday gangster travels back to the 70s to be an educated youth in the countryside

Three adults and one child boarded the train heading up the river.

On the train as before, Tang Jihai was still sitting next to the window, with Fang Rui on the left and Fang Rong on the left.

Along the way, the train rattled and whistled as it approached the station.

It was already hot in July, and there were so many people on the train, the heat was really indescribable.

Tang Jihai was fine, Fang Rui was sweating from the heat, Fang Rong fanned him with a cattail fan, and Milan sat across from him with a handkerchief trying to wipe the child's sweat, but worried about the child's reaction.

"Give him the handkerchief and let him wipe it himself." Tang Jihai raised his eyebrows and looked at Milan, "Put it on the small table."

Milan put it on the small table as he said, and Tang Jihai poked Fang Rui's face with his finger, "Is it hot? Wipe away the sweat."

Fang Rui thought it was fun, rubbed his face against Tang Jihai's hand, and said Nuo Nuo, "Dad."

"Hey, good son, wipe your sweat with that handkerchief." Tang Jihai felt that all his patience in his life had been spent on this boy.

Fang Rui followed Tang Jihai's fingers to look at the small table. There was a pink handkerchief covered by tender green grass.

Fang Rui picked up the veil and looked at it. After finishing the veil, he looked at Tang Jihai.

Tang Jihai poked his forehead to encourage him: "That's great, wipe off your sweat."

Holding the handkerchief, Fang Rui suddenly wiped Tang Jihai's forehead with his small hand.

Tang Jihai: "...you are really filial." He grabbed the handkerchief in Fang Rui's hand and wiped it himself, "I don't have any sweat on my face. If you touch your face, the sweat can wash it off."

Fang Rui raised his small face and let Tang Jihai rub him obediently.

He is 20 years old this year, and his son is five years old. He is really a winner in life, and this kid is so filial, tsk tsk.

When they arrived at Shanghe, Tang Jihai picked up Fang Rui and got out of the car behind Fang Rong and Milan.

From Shanghe Railway Station, there are many buses and private cars.

They took one of the buses at a slow pace, and after about half an hour, they finally got off.

The Fang family lived in an alley, and they came to a gate after turning around.

The door frame is stone, the door leaf is thick solid wood, and a pair of iron rings.

Inside the high red brick wall, there is a patio first, where many pots of sunflowers are planted, passing through the patio to the living room.

"Hurry up and sit down." Milan felt quite at ease when he returned to his home, took down the electric fan on the second floor, plugged it in and turned it on.

The wind was blowing, finally blowing away a little heat.

Perhaps because it was a familiar environment, Fang Rui didn't make a fuss, and sat on a small bench blowing the fan by himself.

"Rarity liked to sit on this little bench before." Milan looked at the child with a face full of relief, maybe it would be all right in a familiar environment.

Tang Jihai drank water, "Why didn't I see the aunt you mentioned?"

Fang Rong paused, "I sent it back. It's a relative from my hometown who asked her to see the child, but Rarity lost her and didn't want to see her again, so I sent her back."

Tang Jihai nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

The alleys in Shanghe are quite distinctive, and they will become a scene in later generations.

When you come to Shanghe, you have to go out for a walk, the famous Bund, Xuhui District, and Huangpu River. It would be a pity if you don’t take advantage of the cheapness to stock up on some houses.

In the evening, Milan cooks and cooks a few dishes, which are more like Shanghe. Tang Jihai eats very comfortably, thinking that his godson is not in vain.

At night, Tang Jihai and Fang Rui were still in the same room. Even the fan was placed in their room, and the wire was pulled. In the dark room, there was only the whirring sound of the fan. Fang Rui curled up and fell asleep after eating and drinking.

The next day, it was cloudy and rainy outside, there was no strong wind or torrential rain, it was just light rain and it kept falling.

Arriving at the hospital under an umbrella, Milan couldn't wait to take them to the door of an office with Neurology written on it.

The doctor wore glasses and looked about 30 years old. Under Tang Jihai's reassurance, he performed a series of examinations.

The doctor took off his glasses and said: "There is no trauma, this situation may be caused by psychological problems."

Sitting on the chair in front of the doctor, Tang Jihai looked sideways. Finally, a doctor said that it was a psychological problem, not a brain problem.

Fang Rong and Milan don't know much about this mental illness, but they work in a newspaper office and have seen many similar things.

"The main thing is to make the children feel safe and the parents to accompany them more." The doctor didn't prescribe medicine, "I'm not an expert in this area, I just heard that there are doctors in this area in Beijing."

Milan frowned, "Don't you need to prescribe medicine?"

The doctor shook his head: "It's still the same sentence, I'm not an expert in this field."

Fang Rong and Milan asked a lot of questions, Tang Jihai didn't continue to listen, he took Fang Rui outside the hospital.

On both sides of the road are tall phoenix trees, covering a piece of shade and covering the drizzle above the head.

"Fang Rui, come here." Tang Jihai went back to the hospital porch to shelter from the rain, Fang Rui was still under the plane tree looking up at the tree.

Hearing Tang Jihai's voice, Da Da ran over.

Tang Jihai looked thoughtfully at Fang Rui who ran over.

This child can actually understand what others say, but he doesn't know if he has forgotten his parents.

A four-year-old child, no matter how big or how young, should not forget his parents in just half a year, but if he has been in fear for the past six months, maybe his spirit will be hurt in some way.

According to the traffickers, the child looked good and wanted to sell it for a good price, so they never sold it.

But the child often cried, and the traffickers were annoyed by the crying and threatened and beat them, and they often starved as punishment.

"If I want to leave, will you follow me?" Tang Jihai said casually, looking at the pattering rain.

Fang Rui tugged at his trouser legs, as if answering Tang Jihai's words: "Let's go."

Tang Jihai became interested, squatted down, looked at Fang Rui, "Are you coming with me?"

"Go." The voice was louder this time.

Tang Jihai laughed loudly, "Then don't want your parents?"

If Fang Rong and Milan knew that their son was going to follow him, they would be extremely depressed.

Fang Rui seems to be able to automatically filter out more important words, and others that are not important will be automatically filtered out.

He doesn't seem to have any reaction to his parents, and now he asks everything in one word: "Let's go."

When I got home from the hospital, the drizzle finally turned into moderate rain.

The leaves of the sycamore tree were knocked down and fell into the puddles, leaving a clear shoe print.

"I still have to stay in Shanghe for a few days, you have enough time to think about your next plan." Tang Jihai said while eating noodles.

The noodles are hand-rolled, very chewy, a few vegetable leaves, a cucumber and a garlic paste, it tastes very refreshing.

The mashed garlic is pounded with a stone mortar, mashed into a puree, add some water and some sesame paste, it is spicy and fragrant.

Tang Jihai was wicked and poked the tip of his chopsticks and fed it to Fang Rui.

Fang Rui never refused Tang Jihai's feeding, and immediately wrinkled his nose when he ate it.