I was spoiled after being forced to marry

Fan Xing's earliest impression of China should be his impression of Jiangnan.

When he was a child, his grandmother often hugged him, hummed melodious Jiangnan ditties, and described the beauty of his hometown to him in soft and pleasant dialect.

At that time, he could imagine the scenes in the country, such as apricot blossoms and spring rain, and people with flowing water.

Later, when he grew up and read a lot of introductions about China, he realized that Jiangnan is only a part of China. Besides, the customs and cultural landscapes of each place are different.

However, this does not hinder his longing for Jiangnan.

So when he really set foot on that land, his heart was excited and joyful, even with a little nervousness.

In the car coming out of the airport, he stared out the window the whole time, looking at the scene outside the window, and comparing it with the imagination in his heart.

Differs greatly.

After all, the Jiangnan he imagined was what his grandma saw 20 years ago, and it was just his hometown, a small village on the east bank of Taihu Lake.

He Qingmo was very efficient. He decided to come over last night, so he asked Grandma Fan Xing where her hometown was, and then asked Song Yang to take care of everything.

They went out to the airport early in the morning, and arrived in Jiangnan from the north after more than an hour.

After getting off the plane, head straight to your destination at high speed.

Zhujia Village is the hometown of grandma. Fan Xing has heard grandma say it countless times.

Grandma said that there is a small river at the entrance of the village, and there is a big persimmon tree by the river. It is said that it has been around for decades. Every year when the persimmons are red, the children in the village will climb up to pick them and eat them secretly. There is a big yard at the back, which is full of various flowers, plants, fruits and vegetables, and you can find something to eat in it all year round, so the children in the village also like to patronize it, saying...

Grandma talked a lot, so much that Fan Xing drew a complete picture in his mind, but the reality was completely different from that picture.

The current Zhujia Village has been re-planned. The houses of every household are built in the same way, neatly arranged, and the various facilities are also very complete, which looks very beautiful.

But at the entrance of the village with gurgling water, there are no persimmon trees, and the house with a garden at the back of the village is also gone, replaced by a row of fitness equipment.

Standing there, Fan Xing watched a few old people playing with their children, feeling a little depressed, but felt that the depression was inexplicable.

In fact, before he came here, he knew that it would not be what it used to be. After all, his hometown in his grandmother’s memory was what it looked like 20 years ago, and these 20 years were the fastest growing 20 years in China, not just this small Zhujia Village. , Great changes have taken place in the whole country, and he has long been mentally prepared.

However, I still have some small expectations, I want to see the persimmon tree, I want to see the back garden built by my grandma.

He Qingmo walked with him all the way, seeing the joy and excitement in his eyes turn into a touch of disappointment, stepped forward and gently rubbed his hair, "No matter how big the change is, it will be grandma's hometown after all."

Fan Xing looked back at him, the disappointment in his eyes turned into a sweet smile, "Thank you brother."

Yes, no matter how big the changes are, it will always be the hometown for grandma.

And seeing her hometown get better, grandma must be very happy too.

Fan Xing's mood finally improved, and he took out his mobile phone to take pictures and record videos, and was going to send them to grandma when it was dawn.

At this time, an old man with a child on the side of the fitness equipment walked towards them with a smile. He probably knew that they were not locals, so he spoke in substandard Mandarin and asked Fan Xing: "Where are you from, young man? I You look a lot like Sister Yufen's son, are you related to their family?"

Fan Xing was stunned for a moment, with surprise on his face, "Do you know my grandma? My grandma's name is Yufen."

The other party was also very surprised, "Sister Yufen's grandson? I said that you are exactly the same as Jun Wenchang. I thought you were their relative's child. How are your grandma and your parents? You are returning to China by yourself Are you playing or are the whole family back?"

Fan Xing's eyes dimmed, and he ignored the other party's first question, and continued, "I came back by myself."

The old man was very enthusiastic and didn't pay attention to Fan Xing's strangeness at all. He took Fan Xing's hand and sighed, "Oh, how fast time has passed, Junwen's son is so old in a blink of an eye. Back then, your father was as old as you At that time, he was a role model for all the children in the village. He had good academic performance, he was very obedient, and he was beautiful. I was admitted to that...that..."

The old man has a bad memory and can't figure out the name of the university, so he simply waved his hands and said, "Anyway, it's a very good university. Later, I went abroad to study, and within two years, I brought your grandma and your mother there together. We It is said that your grandma can finally enjoy the blessings. You don’t even know that your grandpa died early and left a lot of debts. In order to pay off the debts, your grandma has to pay for your father to go to school. She is not a farmer in the village. I used to plant them in the past. During the busy farming season, I often get up in the middle of the night to plant seedlings in the field. I am really tired. Now it is finally better, and your grandma finally doesn’t have to work so hard. Your father is promising, and your grandma’s hard work is not in vain. So many years."

The old man always had endless interest in talking about the past, Fan Xing couldn't get in the way, and didn't want to talk, just smiled lightly.

Fan Xing knew some of what she said, and some didn't, but hearing it from others, whether she knew it or not, felt a little different.

After a while, the old man finally finished his memories, and warmly invited Fan Xing to his home as a guest. He said that when he first got married, Grandma Fan Xing took good care of her. Now that Fan Xing is back, she must treat her well. Fan Xing declined.

The old man was a little disappointed, but still hugged his granddaughter and sent them all the way to the car, and repeatedly told Fan Xing to help her bring her to grandma and parents.

Fan Xing thanked with a smile.

But when the car door was closed, the smile in his eyes was replaced by a deep sadness.

He Qingmo glanced at him, started the car, and sped away from Zhujiacun.

It wasn't until Zhujiacun was left far behind that He Qingmo stretched out his hand to hold his hand, squeezed it, and said softly, "My fault, I knew I wouldn't be here."

The silent Fan Xing turned his head to look at him, his clear eyes still had no time to recede from the sadness, but he opened his mouth and said: "Brother is kind, what's wrong?"

The man sighed, parked the car on the side of the road, turned around and pulled the child into his arms, hugged him gently and did not speak.

The kid's body was stiff, and then softened. He reached out to wrap his arms around his waist, and buried his face tightly in his chest.

After a long time, Fan Xing's voice came from the man's chest muffled, with a strong nasal voice, "My father is dead. Grandma has always regarded my father as proud, but my father...but..."

Fan Xing's words got stuck, he unconsciously clenched the man's hand, and tried to continue talking several times, but he didn't say anything after all.

He Qingmo gently stroked his hair, with a soft tone: "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it. When you want to say it, tell me, okay?"

Fan Xing's tightly clenched hands were loosened, and the little face buried in his chest nodded lightly, "Yeah." But he was still unwilling to look up.

He Qingmo didn't move, until the wet feeling in his chest gradually disappeared, Fan Xing finally moved, raised his head in his arms, his face had returned to normal, smiled sweetly at him, and thanked him softly: "Thank you brother."

If the red eye sockets were ignored, He Qingmo felt that the child's acting was flawless. After all, the soaked area on his chest had been covered dry, and there was no evidence for it.

He lightly pinched the kid's cheek, and half-jokingly said: "What's the use of thanking you? What time do you see? We're afraid we're going to sleep in the wild."

Only then did Fan Xing realize that the sun had already set.

Obviously when they came out, it was only after four o'clock, why...

He suddenly realized that He Qingmo just hugged him like this, waiting for him to stabilize his mood, and hugged him for almost two hours.

He couldn't help looking at the man, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, he just felt a strange feeling in his heart, a little guilty, and grateful, but it wasn't just these, the extra feeling, he couldn't describe it Comes out, a little warm and a little sweet.

The man started the car and half-truthfully said: "It's useless to look at me like this. If I can't find a place to stay, I'll throw you out to feed the wolves."

"Brother can't." Fan Xing retorted without thinking.

The man turned his head to look at him, raised his eyebrows lightly, "Oh? Why wouldn't I?"

Fan Xing only said softly: "Anyway, brother just doesn't know how to do it."

The man stopped talking now, just looked at him with a slight smile in his deep eyes.

Fan Xing only felt his heart beating faster and faster, his cheeks were a little hot, and he shifted his gaze to the front uncomfortably, and awkwardly found an excuse to change the subject, "Brother, be careful when driving, look ahead."

The smile in the man's eyes deepened a bit, but he turned his attention back to the road conditions.

It is a lie to talk about sleeping in the countryside, Song Yang has already helped them arrange the itinerary properly.

Half an hour later, He Qingmo's car stopped in front of a single-family villa in a private club on the east bank of Taihu Lake.

He Qingmo has always disliked outsiders in the private domain, so the service staff just prepared all the supplies in the villa, and never showed up at other times.

After Fan Xing entered the door, he glanced at the time, and went straight to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, there was no shortage of ingredients in it, and the kitchen utensils were also complete. He immediately started preparing to cook, and He Qingmo who followed him directly pulled him away. out.

The man was a little helpless, "Aren't you tired? Sit down and have a rest, or take a bath." Then he ordered the order service.

Fan Xing didn't really feel tired at first, after all, he just sat on the plane and car for a day, but after being pressed down on the sofa by a man, he finally felt back pain. It would take a while for dinner to be delivered, so he went upstairs to take a shower first.

He Qingmo also took this opportunity to take a shower.

By the time the two of them changed into clean clothes and came downstairs refreshed, the dinner had already been delivered.

All the chefs in this private club have carefully prepared local specialties. Needless to say, the taste is natural. In addition, the two of them have been tossing all day and have not had a serious meal. They are really hungry, so naturally they feel more delicious.

After eating and drinking enough, Fan Xing felt even weaker, and lay down on the sofa, drowsy.

The man didn't know who he was talking about on the phone about work. When the call came over, Fan Xing had already squinted his eyes and was about to fall asleep.

The man stepped forward and stroked his slightly trembling eyelashes, and said with a smile, "Go upstairs and sleep if you're sleepy."

The child's drowsiness was disturbed, he opened his eyes reluctantly, tried his best to get up and go upstairs, but saw the man's tall body leaning over, his arms passed through his back and legs, and he was beaten horizontally Hug up.

Because of the fall, he instinctively wrapped his arms around the man's neck, but because he didn't grasp the measure properly, the arms were too tight, and his soft lips hit the man's cheek by coincidence.

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