The river is exhausted

Later, when Jiang Youba returned to the Norwegian hospital, there was no one there.The doctor said that the patient had been discharged from the hospital, and only then did he know that Shen Jinjiang had woken up, and he couldn't help feeling grateful and excited.

Although he didn't know why they left in such a hurry, but Shen Jinjiang had woken up, which was great news for him.He turned and left Norway, and sent a text message to Yang Fan who had contacted him before.

Not long after, there was a text message back: "He has gone home."

There were only four words in the answer, but it was enough for Jiang Youpan to think a lot.He went home, which home did he go back to?Which home does he... have?Although he had doubts in his heart, he did not continue to ask Yang Fan.

After all, if there really wanted to answer, it wouldn't be such an ambiguous answer.Maybe there is something deep in it?

He should go back to Canada, because there are all his important people there.And he just woke up, maybe he was transferred back to the hospital in Canada.After all, over there, the three brothers and sisters of the Yang family are also convenient to take care of.

After thinking this way, the phone vibrated again.He looked up - "He has been looking for you for seven or eight years, this time you go to him."

Jiang Youpan pinched the phone, and a few seconds later he made a call.Routinely said to the other side: "Book a ticket to Ottawa, half an hour later."

Ottawa International Airport, Canada.

The international airport of a country's capital has never been worse.The waiting hall was full of people, and Jiang Yousi walked out of the VIP passage without hindrance.It took more than eight hours to fly here from Europe alone, and it was the night of Ottawa when we got off the plane.

Which hospital in Ottawa will Shen Rujiang be in?To be honest, he didn't know anything about Shen Jinjiang who was in Canada.He doesn't know where he lives here, let alone where he likes to go.

Before boarding the plane, he asked someone to check the situation of new hospitalizations in several major hospitals in Ottawa in the past two days.After eight hours, he thought there should be a result, so he turned the phone back on.An unread new text message has jumped out.

"Mr. Jin, according to the inquiry records, there is not."

No?Did he not stay in the hospital when he came back... or did he not come back here at all?Finding people in such a huge world is indeed a very difficult thing.

Jiang Yousi called back the assistant's phone again: "Help me check the contact information of another person. Yang Muting from Dongheng Group, um, she is Yang Ao's younger sister."

In fact, Shen Rujiang went back to Canada, but left soon, this time with Jiang Xun.What Yang Fan meant by going home was—he went back to China, to Suzhou.Back to the square inch of land where he was born and raised.

Jiang Yousi naturally knew about it, but he didn't think of this side for the time being.

At first, Yang Ao and others naturally refused to agree. After all, he had just woken up, and he should have been recuperating in the hospital, and it would be fine to go back after the wound healed.But Shen Rujiang is Shen Rujiang, and no one can really restrain him.

That night, he took Jiang Xun on the return flight together.When Yang Ao and others got the news, it was already early the next morning, and they were already flying in the sky at that time.Just like when he went to Europe alone.

It has been seven or eight years since Shen Rujiang left the place where he was born and raised, and the home where he grew up no longer exists.Over the years, the village has been under construction, and the dilapidated small tile-roofed house has long been demolished.Everyone in the family died, and the land was returned to the state.

A big old banyan tree was planted in that place, it seemed to be dug from somewhere, and it looked quite old.

Shen Rujiang led Jiang Xun to stand under the banyan tree. The big banyan tree had luxuriant branches and leaves, and its posture was quite majestic.If you stand there and look up, you can't see the sky.Because the branches and leaves extending outwards had become another world, he raised his hand and placed it on the huge trunk.

The land must be sentient, because it always silently records all the scenes that have happened on it for thousands of years.

"Papa, what kind of place is this?" Jiang Xun raised his head and looked at the huge tree curiously.He seemed to have never seen such a big tree, and his blue eyes were full of greenery.

"This is home." Shen Rujiang lowered his head and looked at him.

"Home...?" The children obviously don't understand the meaning of it. Why is a tree a home?

"Well, it's the home where Dad grew up."

"Um...a...big tree?"

"Of course not. There used to be a very old little house in this place."

"House? Where is it? I want to see... Papa's house!"

"It's a pity, it has been dismantled." Shen Rujiang raised his hand and gently rubbed the top of the child's head.

In the evening, the father and son returned to the ancient town outside the village.Shen Rujiang still remembered this place, it was Dahu's home.At the beginning, he had come to play with Jiang Yousi and Fu Jingyuan, and later he found that this place was very close to his home.

It was in this place that Shen Jinjiang became more aware of his feelings for Jiang Yousi.It was after this place that he and Jiang Yousi could get together.

Although many years have passed, this ancient town has not changed much.After all, the reason why they are called ancient towns is that they have stood for hundreds or thousands of years in the years.They are always the same as before, and the time of change is always much slower than other things.

They live in an inn in a small town, and this season is the off-season for tourism.Therefore, there are very few tourists in the town, and occasionally there are a few, and they are also some people who come to capture the scenery during the off-season, or come to relax.After all, the world is so vast, there are always different people passing by you with different thoughts.

The next day, he took Jiang Xun to the grave together.First went to the grandmother's, and then transferred to the mother and uncle. The mother and uncle were buried together.In the quiet cemetery, occasionally a few people would come.

In front of grandma's tombstone is relatively clean, nothing.After all, for so many years... no one has been able to come and see her.Because in this world, apart from his uncle, he is the only one who knows that his grandmother is buried in this place.

But uncle and mother's are different, although it seems that it has been a long time.But in front of their tombstones, there are different flowers, all withered flowers.

Over the years, there are still people who have come to see them.As for who it would be, Shen Rujiang couldn't guess.I don't really want to guess, after all, as long as someone still remembers them.All in all it's good.

I came back early the next day, after dinner.Taking advantage of the evening, Shen Rujiang led Jiang Xun to walk around the bluestone alleys of the ancient town in the setting sun.You know... His biological mother was also a woman who was born in this kind of place.Maybe she met Jiang Xun's father in such a place.

For things like fate, there is no early step, nor is there a late step.It is there waiting for the world.It can bring good luck, but also bad luck.

Strolling from the setting sun to the bright moon rising into the sky, the ancient town is filled with warm yellow lights.There are small shops on both sides of the streets and alleys, some selling snacks and some selling gadgets.There are also beating tambourines and singing national songs.

Jiang Xun was overjoyed with a bunch of candied haws in his hand.When passing the waterway in the small town, I stood on the bridge and watched the lotus lantern with candles burning in the water for a long time.Everything is full of novelty to him, it is a new world that he has never been exposed to.

However, Shen Jinjiang's body was not yet fully recovered, and he couldn't hang around outside for too long.After watching the lotus lantern, he took Jiang Xun back to the inn to rest.In the past few days, for him, both physically and mentally, he has obtained infinite peace.

On the morning of the third day, Shen Jinjiang got up early.Jiang Xunlai refused to get up, so he simply let him continue to sleep.The small town in the early morning also has a special flavor. The mist covers the boats on the water not far away and the green hills farther away, and the sky is already bright.But daylight has not yet appeared, and it may rain today.

Shen Rujiang walked casually in the streets and alleys, and the small shops for business had already opened their doors.It's just that there are no people at the moment, and the front of the store is very deserted.A clear opera voice came from not far ahead, and the theater troupe in front might be hanging their throats.

Listening to that mellow and gentle voice, Shen Jinjiang got a little bit of fun.Walk towards that place, there is a very open field.Sure enough, a theater troupe was setting up a stage, and Shen Jinjiang found a stone chair not too far away to sit under a tree, looking at it from a distance.

He also saw a young man about his age standing on the opposite stone bridge.There was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes were looking at the troupe in a trance.There is a bit of affection in the calm eyes.

Soon, another young man who looked younger than him stood beside the man. The young man looked quite handsome.Shen Jinjiang saw the young man holding the man's hand, and he seemed to be talking to the man.The man just smiled and nodded or shook his head.

Probably a dumb one.Withdrawing his gaze, Shen Jinjiang had never seen him before, so he had such an intuition in his heart.In this world, everyone who makes a living without a face always carries some unknown stories behind him.

He spread out the notebook he had been holding and took a pen from his pocket.Where should I remember it?Shen Rujiang looked at the green mountains and green waters shrouded in mist in the distance, with a slight frown.

After a while, he finally started to write.

"October 2013, 10, Shanghai. This city that never sleeps stands proudly on the top of the East..."

After the opera singer sang, misty rain fell from the sky, and the rain was slightly cool.Shen Rujiang closed the notebook in his hand.Standing up from the stone chair, he turned around with his head down.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a figure not far in front, and he suddenly raised his head as if feeling something.The man stood there with an oiled paper umbrella.

All separations are just for better encounters.They passed through thousands of mountains and rivers, and walked through new rain and evening snow.The journey has come to an end.The indescribable tenderness between those two pairs of eyebrows and eyes tells the length of the years and the hardships of time.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

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