Reborn as an educated youth, my love brain awakens

"Dad, let's go quickly. Mom is waiting for us." Eight-year-old Zuo Kui pulled his father, urging him to walk faster.

Ji Qinglan was walking in front with Zuo Xiaoqing. Ji Qinglan was holding Zuo Man, while Zuo Xiaoqing was holding their eldest son Zuo Jie. The two were talking and laughing, and looked very close.

When they found that Zuo Xiangyang and his daughter had not caught up with them, they even stopped to wait for him.

Ji Qinglan pointed to a small snack stand in front and said, "There's a stall selling kidney bean rolls over there. This one is especially delicious and tastes very authentic. I'll buy you a pack to try."

Zuo Xiaoqing quickly refused: "No, no, we are not hungry at all."

I have been traveling with Ji Qinglan to four places these days. I have eaten and seen things that I have never eaten or seen in my life.

Ji Qinglan was warm and generous. He bought food and fed it to them. They felt that they were just the lazy people in the mountains.

This is not a good idea, because if you are not diligent in the mountains you will starve to death.

Zuo Xiangyang walked closer and heard someone selling kidney bean rolls. He suddenly said, "Are they kidney bean rolls made by Aunt Chang from the osmanthus tree? Her donkey rolls are also very delicious and have the fragrance of osmanthus."

Zuo Xiangyang was suddenly stunned. How could he know all this?

Suddenly, it seemed as if something in his brain was about to break free from the shackles, and scenes appeared in his mind one after another.

Zuo Xiaoqing was also stunned when she heard this. How could an outsider know such a niche thing?

Could it be?

Her Xiangyang is Li Jueming?

Ji Qinglan smiled slightly.

The place she brought Zuo Xiangyang and his family to today was not some special tourist destination, but the place where Grandpa Li once lived and where Li Jueming was born and raised.

When Zuo Xiangyang got to the snack stand selling mung bean rolls, the stall owner's face once again matched the image in his mind.

In his mind, there was a child who would come here every day with money to buy a kidney bean roll or a few donkey rolls, and eat them as he walked back.

Aunt Chang, the stall owner behind him, reminded him with concern: "Mingbao, watch the road carefully, don't fall."

Ji Qinglan bought two pounds of kidney bean rolls and two pounds of donkey rolls, and Aunt Chang wrapped them up neatly.

Just as she handed the paper bag to Ji Qinglan, she suddenly saw Zuo Xiangyang standing behind Ji Qinglan.

She tried hard to open her old and blurry eyes and looked at Zuo Xiangyang in front of her.

Because of shock, the hand holding the paper bag did not loosen for a while.

Ji Qinglan reminded quietly: "Auntie?"

Aunt Chang, who had completely forgotten about her business, turned her attention to Zuo Xiangyang and suddenly asked, "Are you Mingbao?"

Zuo Xiangyang did not answer and also looked at Aunt Chang.

Aunt Chang saw that Zuo Xiangyang did not respond to him and thought that she was too old and had recognized the wrong person. Someone had already urged her to buy green bean rolls, so she lowered her head and got busy again.

"Brother Xiangyang, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? How about this, I see everyone is tired, I'll take you to rest for a while." Ji Qinglan said, putting the food paper bag in his hand into Zuo Xiaoqing's hand.

Before they could react, she had already walked to a big door, took out the key and opened it.

The gate was originally vermilion, but now the paint has fallen off and it has become mottled and dilapidated.

This was originally Mr. Li’s old house. After it was returned to him, he didn’t want to hurt anyone, so he just left it alone. Later, he just threw the key to Ji Qinglan.

Ji Qinglan would definitely not rent it out, but just ask Sun Deping to do some simple repairs so that Mr. Li would have a place to reminisce about it when he thinks of it.

Although Mr. Li never came back here, Ji Qinglan had always kept it for him.

She planned to transfer the house to Ji Xincheng's name after he grew up.

It’s up to him how to deal with it and how to decorate it.

Zuo Xiangyang walked into the gate and looked at the place in front of him that was both familiar and unfamiliar. He was unable to adapt for a while.

He slowly raised his feet and walked on the weed-covered ground, with an indescribable daze in his eyes.

Scenes from the past flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope.

As a child, he ran through every corner of the yard, stopped under every shade of trees, climbed up to the roof to remove tiles, dug ant holes under the shade of trees, stepped into his father's big leather shoes, and urinated on the wall...

He suddenly ran to a stone wall and started digging with both hands, becoming more and more anxious.

Ji Qinglan and Zuo Xiaoqin didn't understand what he meant and hurried over to see him. Zuo Xiangyang's hands had been pierced by the branches and debris in the mud and blood was flowing out. He ignored it and didn't care about the pain. He just kept digging, with tears dripping into the wet soil.

Zuo Xiaoqing felt very distressed and squatted down to help him dig.

Soon, Zuo Xiangyang dug up something, which was a rusty iron box. With trembling hands, Zuo Xiangyang treated the iron box as if it were a treasure.

After brushing off the dirt on it, he carefully opened it and found a long black object inside that could not be seen in its original form.

Zuo Xiangyang said excitedly: "This is my father's pestle."

As he spoke, his tears could no longer be controlled and poured out like a flood that had broken through a dam.

When he was a child, he was naughty and angry that his father treated patients every day and did not play with him, so he secretly hid his father's medicine pestle and buried it here.

This was a secret that my parents never knew about. Later, when they couldn't find it, they just bought a new one.

Zuo Xiangyang has remembered everything. He is not Zuo Xiangyang, but Li Jueming, the son of Li Changgeng, the great doctor Li.

It’s a rare warm day today, and everything is warm under the sunshine.

Jin Wenzhe took advantage of the rare free time in the afternoon to chat. Since he was allowed to do internships in his senior year, he rarely went back to school for classes and applied for an extracurricular internship.

The internship location was naturally his third uncle's stationery shop.

Business in the shop is slow, as it makes little money and does little work, unlike the handicraft shop next door, which has a booming business with many customers coming and going.

Jin Wenzhe was not envious at all, he just liked this kind of leisurely and comfortable job.

When I have nothing to do, I go out for a walk and look around, find some items I like, and then ask Professor Gu to appraise them. Although his vision is not very good, he has four years of study experience and guidance from famous teachers.

In addition, I have been influenced by my surroundings since I was young, and I can get good items three or four times out of ten, so I can be considered to be gradually improving.

At this moment, he was lying alone in a rocking chair behind the counter, covered with a fur blanket, and looked drowsy.

After noon today, his third uncle, the shopkeeper Sun from Boyaxuan next door, and Mr. Li made an appointment to go fishing, leaving him alone in the shop.

In fact, he wanted to tell the three people that the world is so big, so what's wrong with having one more fisherman like him?

Alas! Ever since his uncle met Manager Sun and Mr. Li from Boyaxuan, his uncle's calm heart has drifted away. Every day he either drinks tea or plays chess, and now he is also addicted to fishing.