bunny kid

Spring of 1984——

Turning around the alley selling handicrafts, there is a row of secluded houses inside. The outer walls of the houses are a bit dilapidated and damaged. Fang Qian guessed that they might be traces of being bombed by the Japanese army.Before entering this small town, Fang Qian chatted with the old man who was squatting at the gate of the archway. It is said that during the Japanese invasion of China, the town suffered two air raids, and some government houses were confiscated. After the war, renovations were carried out. , even so, but the owner of the house seems to be nostalgic, even if it is renovated, it will be repaired according to the previous appearance, so this alley can maintain the original traditional style.

Fang Qian counted one door after another on the left, and stopped when he reached the third room. The sign above the door was engraved with two big characters "Liu's House", Fang Qian thought it was here.

Before stepping into the gate, Fang Qian saw an old man sitting with his back behind the door through the half-closed door. The old man was sitting on a wooden rocking chair, as if he was resting.

With hesitation, Fang Qian approached the threshold with staggering steps, and knocked on the door with a "knock, knock", and the old man seemed to have moved a little bit.

I don't know if it was caused by the environment, Fang Qian began to get nervous, after all, he came here with a mission.

Just this vibrant morning, the sound of "da, da, da" resounded throughout the newspaper office. Unlike his colleagues who were so busy, Fang Qian, the deputy editor-in-chief, was helpless at work. He sat slumped On the wooden chair, his facial features wrinkled together, and he sighed heavily.Those who didn't know thought that he was not feeling well, and wanted to comfort him, but were scared away by his negative energy.

"Fang Qian!"

Fang Qian was so frightened that he sat up straight with a roar, and he didn't need to raise his eyes to look, and the word "chief editor" came out of his mouth.

"I...I'm already writing..." Although Fang Qian always said that he was not afraid of the editor-in-chief, but when it was his own fault, he couldn't hide his cowardice, "Isn't it just a special topic on post-war characters, haha , how simple it is."

Fang Qian gave a pitiful wry smile, and even the editor-in-chief was almost amused, "What are you pretending to do! I know you haven't written yet." After that, he threw the newspaper on his desk, "Have you noticed? "

Fang Qian glanced at the editor-in-chief, wondering what he wanted to do again, but then obediently turned his attention to the newspaper, and read it carefully up, down, left, and right.

Fang Qian looked up to no avail, and couldn't help raising his head with puzzled eyes: "Is there anything? What are you paying attention to?"

"This." The editor-in-chief's finger poked a small frame in the corner of the newspaper. It was a missing person notice, because it was too inconspicuous, and it was difficult for ordinary people to notice it.

Fang Qian pays close attention to the text in the frame, which reads:

Lin Zhi:

The hometown is still there, waiting for your return.

Liu Mo Nian

Fang Qian felt baffled, what was the purpose of the editor-in-chief to let him read this missing person notice?

Seeing Fang Qian's puzzled face, the editor-in-chief did not forget to explain: "This old man has been in our newspaper for decades to find people. Since I was a newcomer, he has been in and out of the newspaper frequently. It can be said that he is our regular visitor. Nian was not in good health, so I came to contact him personally. You should have seen him, right?"

Fang Qian tilted his head and thought for a while: "I have no impression."

"I heard the story of the old man from the former editor-in-chief. He is an older generation who has experienced the war, and it is the most suitable subject for the special topic of post-war characters."

Fang Qian was taken aback, and said, "But, will readers read this kind of common people as the subject matter?"

"You stupid!" The editor-in-chief raised his hand and was about to slap Fang Qian on the head, but Fang Qian blocked him, "Who doesn't know about big people and big events! It's the small people in the big era who seem real, and the readers can empathize , What is the most important thing? Everyone has never heard of it and seen it, this kind of theme is attractive enough. And the old man's story is absolutely no problem, listen to me!"

Before listening carefully, Fang Qian was overwhelmed by the editor-in-chief's aura, so there was no reason not to listen!

"He is the editor-in-chief, so he has the final say." Fang Qian sighed, and visited the old man's house half-heartedly.

"Hello..." Fang Qian crossed the threshold and approached the old man cautiously, "I am Fang Qian, the deputy editor-in-chief of Xinbei Daily. May I ask that you are Liu Mo Nian... Uncle Liu?"

"Yo!" Seeing Fang Qian approaching from behind, the old man couldn't help being taken aback, "Why isn't it Xiao He? Where are you fooling around?"

"Little He?"

"It's your editor-in-chief boss."

"Oh...he..." Hearing the title of editor-in-chief for the first time, Fang Qian found it very funny.

Fang Qian sat on the stone chair next to him, introduced himself to the old man, and looked at him at the same time. Although he knew how old the old man was in his seventies, when he saw him for real, he felt older and haggard than he imagined. Maybe it was because of illness The old man is very thin, it is already spring, and he is wrapped in a thick layer of cotton clothes, but his hoarse voice is very neutral.

After some explanations, the old man understood the reason for Fang Qian's visit, "Well, Xiao He is really good at torturing people." After a pause, he said: "Trouble you and toss me." After finishing speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Fang Qian looked around the quiet house and asked, "Does Uncle Liu live alone? Where's your family?"

"The old ones are all dead, and the young ones are working in the city, so why do they live here. It's because my godson lives close by and occasionally comes to visit me."

"The little one... is it your son?"

"It's my elder brother's child. If you say it's a child, they're all married. The oldest niece is married to Peiping, and she won't be coming back. That's why I only see her once or twice during the holidays."

Fang Qian smiled: "Uncle Liu, it's not called Beiping anymore, it's called Beijing."

"Ah... that's right, look at my memory, I can't remember anything when I'm old."

Fang Qian remained silent, smiled politely, and wanted to start another topic: "Then, Uncle Liu, you only have a godson and no children? Are you not married?"

Liu Mo Nian's originally funny tone suddenly became serious: "I'm married, but I don't have any children."

"And what about your lover?"

Liu Mo Nian looked away: "My lover has nowhere to go. I have been looking for him for more than 30 years."

Fang Qian remembered something: "Is Lin Zhi your lover?"

"Yes."

"Isn't Lin Zhi a man?"

"It's a man, so what."

Fang Qian was stunned, and regained his composure in an instant.

"For more than 30 years, you have been looking for him in the newspapers, but there is no news at all?"

"There was news, but it was all fake, it was someone else's prank."

Fang Qian paused, and a sore feeling came to his heart: "Why can you never give up looking for a person whose life or death is uncertain?"

There was a smile in Liu Mo Nian's moist eyes, as if at that moment, memories of the past flashed in his mind. The picture may be blurry, but it feels like it will never disappear.In this way, he replied as a matter of course: "He deserves it."

Fang Qian took a deep breath, he knew that he had made a decision and set the theme of the character topic.

"Uncle Liu, please allow me to interview you."

Liu Mo Nian showed a kind smile and said, "The story is very long, so don't make me annoying."

"No," Fang Qian took out his notebook and pen, ready to listen to a long story, a life full of twists and turns.

"Please begin."

The author has something to say:

This is my first novel updated in Jinjiang, I hope you like it. (nervous~)