Foodies can't be broken

When Yu He saw the news, he wanted to blow Chen Xiang's head off.

It's a pity that Chen Xiang is still busy with company affairs, so he didn't come until the afternoon, otherwise he would definitely teach Chen Xiang to be a man on the spot.

Fu Shanhai had armed Jiang He again, and carefully led him out of the airport.

Yu He took the first step, found the reserved car, took the car keys, and waited for the two of them to get in the car.

The moment Jiang He got off the plane, he was stunned when he saw the huge airport name behind him.

This is actually... his hometown.

Fu Shanhai came over: "Let's go home."

Jiang He hesitated with disbelief: "...go home?"

"Your home," Fu Shanhai smiled, "don't you want to go back?"

Jiang He was stunned: "But, isn't it already..."

"It was sold, but it was brought back," Fu Shanhai looked at him and said, "The court's verdict has not yet come down, so I first transferred the house through my relationship."

"Sun Jianshe was in a hurry to sell at that time, and the price was very low, so the buyer was a middleman."

"He was going to reinstall it and sell it, but something happened in the middle, so he kept it there."

Fu Shanhai slowed down his tone: "The house now should be the same as when you left."

... Jiang He stared wide-eyed, looking at Fu Shanhai, the circles of his eyes turned red almost immediately.

Fu Shanhai couldn't see him like this, so he patted Jiang He on the head immediately: "Let's go back and have a look, shall we?"

Jiang He nodded obediently, and followed them into the car.

Along the way, he was in a daze and stunned. He didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to come back, let alone that he could... go back to his former home again.

This is a small city, the streets are not wide, and there are not many cars on the road.

Yu He thought that it would only take a few days to rent an Audi casually, but he didn't expect to be stared at all the way, and drove into the community where Jiang He's family lived in doubt and bewilderment.

It was an old-fashioned community with large iron gates. When Yu He honked his horn and drove in, a group of old men and women sitting at the gate of the community cast curious glances.

Some of them were younger, and when they saw the car logo, they couldn't help looking into the car.

Yu He frowned, and raised the car window to block those eyes.

The car stopped in front of a house on the inner side of the community.

The house is only six stories high, and it is a very standard old-fashioned residential building. There is even a passage connecting the entire corridor for throwing out garbage in the corridor, but it has been blocked with cement.

Jiang He got out of the car, raised his head in a trance and nostalgia, and looked at the building.

This is... his home for 18 years.

Many passers-by had already quietly surrounded him, and some of them recognized Jiang He and even exclaimed.

"Oh my god, isn't that Jiang He!"

"The Jiang family's kid is back!"

"Hey, it looks really impressive, driving such a nice car..."

"He's a big star now! You haven't watched TV, his advertisements are everywhere!"

"This child was good before, but his life was hard, but now that he has survived, it's not easy..."

Jiang He only looked at the building and didn't hear the surrounding discussions, but Fu Shanhai heard it clearly. He frowned, and led the people into the corridor. Yu He didn't follow, and found a clean place downstairs. place awaits them.

Jiang He's house is on the sixth floor, and the two of them walked all the way. Even though the weather was cool, walking up to the sixth floor made them sweat a little.

Fu Shanhai couldn't help thinking about what kind of experience Jiang He used to go up and down the stairs several times a day.

Holding the house key that has been changed several times, Jiang He hesitated, still not daring to open the door.

Fu Shanhai looked at him: "Why don't you open the door?"

"I..." Jiang He's voice trembled, "I feel a little... unreal... like dreaming..."

Fu Shanhai couldn't help laughing. He took Jiang He's hand and firmly opened the door.

"Don't be afraid, with me here, even in a dream, I will accompany you."

……

The door opened with a creak, and what Jiang He saw at a glance was that the furnishings in the house had hardly changed.

Countless memories flooded up in an instant.

The wooden plate with blessing characters placed on the shelf at the door was carved by his father when he was born, saying that he would bless Jiang He with many blessings and happiness, and be safe.

The TV at home is still old. When Jiang He was eight years old, a vertical TV was popular for a while. His mother clamored to buy it, but his father said he would save money to buy a car first, but he didn’t buy it in the end.

The white paint on the wall near the kitchen door was a bit chipped, and it was Jiang He who squatted at the kitchen door and waited every meal time, and rubbed it off unconsciously.

The wooden handle of the sofa is missing a corner, which was knocked off by Jiang He running around at home when he was a child. The amazing thing is that he obviously knocked on the head, but he was fine, but the sofa handle fell off. My mother laughed at him as an iron head, My father said that the carved wood characters must have played a role, and that it was the gods who were blessing Jiang He.

There is also a photo taken when he was five years old. The photographer put a big red dot on Jiang He's forehead, and with the bright red clothes, he looks like a beautiful girl.

Every time Jiang He saw that photo, he would blush and clamored to throw it away, but his parents were reluctant, so they stayed on the dining table in the living room.

……

And... the memories of my parents that have been blank since I was ten years old.

Fu Shanhai entered the door, looked around, and was very satisfied with the cleanliness: "I got someone to clean it yesterday, and the house is not dirty. You..."

As soon as he turned around, he met Jiang He's face, and his voice paused.

Jiang He's eye circles were red, and he stood motionless.

As if reluctant to part with it, he took a close look at every place in the house.

Fu Shanhai knew that he was uncomfortable, so he didn't bother him anymore, and went to Jiang He's bedroom by himself.

He wanted to see where Jiang He grew up.

There is a bed, a wardrobe, and a slightly worn-out writing desk in the bedroom.

The things in the house seemed to have been cleared a round, and Jiang He's room had almost no debris, and it looked a little deserted.

Fu Shanhai was slightly surprised when he opened the old-fashioned side-by-side wardrobe.

There are still a few old clothes in the closet, which seem to have been worn by Jiang He.

He picked them up and looked at them. They were all very small clothes, almost worn by eight or nine-year-old children. Some of them had been cut into pieces, as if they were going to be used as rags.

Fu Shanhai looked back at the writing desk again. It was a square crimson wooden desk with various imprints on it, some were scalded from the bottom of a bowl, soaked in water, and even scratched by a knife.

He was attracted by a small piece of the table, looked over and found a row of crooked words carved with a knife.

After careful identification for a long time, Fu Shanhai read out: "Jiang He will go to Qinghua in the future...Peking University is also possible!"

He laughed when he finished reading.

... Fortunately, the strokes of Peking University are relatively simple, otherwise the two well-known universities would have been renamed.

After laughing, Fu Shanhai suddenly felt a little sore again.

When Jiang He was a child... he must have been a very obedient and hard-working child, sensible, obedient, and likable.

pity……

Thinking of this, Fu Shanhai suddenly realized that Jiang He hadn't followed in.

He got up suspiciously and went out to look.

There was no Jiang He in the living room.

Fu Shanhai panicked suddenly, and subconsciously looked towards the door.

The door was still closed, and no one opened it just now.

Fu Shanhai went around to the next room and saw Jiang He.

This is also a bedroom. Compared with Jiang He's room, the decoration is a little more elegant and white, with almost no extra decorations.

There seemed to be a large picture frame hanging on the head of the bed, but now it has been taken down, leaving only a light yellow square mark on the wall.

Jiang He squatted at the head of the bed, not knowing what he was looking at.

Fu Shanhai quietly walked behind him, just about to speak, when he happened to see something in Jiang He's hand, and was stunned for a moment.

It was an old-fashioned wooden photo frame with a group photo inside.

In the group photo is a man and a woman, the photo is a bit blurred, but it can be seen that both of them are good-looking.

The woman was wearing a pink and white cheongsam, with exquisite facial features, and a bright smile, her eyes turning into crescents.

The temperament of the man is gentle and refined, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and wearing an old-fashioned officer's uniform.

He seemed to be forced to put on this suit, with a look of helplessness on his face.

But even so, he smiled cooperatively at the camera, albeit a bit stiffly.

The hands of the two are tightly held. It can be seen from the photos that this is a very loving couple.

Fu Shanhai secretly sighed.

Only such well-educated, elegant and gentle parents can raise such a lovely child as Jiang He.

It's a pity that the sky fails to fulfill people's wishes, and accidents always happen suddenly, which is tragic and unacceptable.

Fu Shanhai stretched out his hand, wanting to pat Jiang He's shoulder, but saw that Jiang He was just staring at the photo frame quietly, his eye circles were obviously red, but he didn't shed a single tear.

"...Jiang He." Fu Shanhai said.

Jiang He looked back at him and raised the photo frame in his hand: "Look, my parents, aren't they pretty?"

Fu Shanhai nodded: "It's very beautiful."

Jiang He smiled: "They are the most beautiful people in the world."

Fu Shanhai looked at Jiang He's smile, his heart seemed to be soaked in lemon juice suddenly, and he was extremely sad.

"Jiang He..." Fu Shanhai's voice trembled a little, "You... miss them very much, don't you?"

Jiang He's smile gradually faded away, and he nodded quietly.

Fu Shanhai looked at him: "...until now, still...do you always think of them?"

Jiang He shook his head lightly, then opened his mouth tremblingly.

"...every day," Jiang He's voice changed a little bit, but he still endured it, "everyday...I miss them very much..."

……

Fu Shanhai sighed for a long time, and put his hand on Jiang He's face: "Jiang He, if you want to cry...cry out."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang He burst into tears like a torrent that had been holding back for a long time.

This time it was no longer a silent sob, but an intense, desperate cry.

Ten years of warm and happy childhood, eight years of gloomy and helpless youth, at this moment in this family, strangely and sadly overlapped together.

This is the first time that Jiang He has shown the despair of losing his parents to others.

Fu Shanhai hugged him, tears had already flowed down, and he patted Jiang He's back tremblingly and distressedly.

Cry, cry, just cry.

……

Jiang He's whole body was shaking, and the hands holding the photo frame were so hard that the palms of his hands turned white from being pierced.

After crying for 10 minutes, his voice gradually softened and his throat became hoarse.

After finally recovering a bit, Jiang He took the towel that Fu Shanhai had washed and handed over, and wiped his face blankly.

He hasn't cried like this since his parents left.

After venting so suddenly, my brain is still a little lack of oxygen.

Fu Shanhai said: "This will still be your house in the future. If you want to come back, you can come back anytime. I will accompany you."

"...Well, thank you." Jiang He's voice was hoarse.

Seeing that Jiang He came over a bit, Fu Shanhai tried to change the subject: "Okay, stop crying, aren't you hungry? I'm not familiar with this neighborhood, and I'm still waiting for you to take me to dinner."

Jiang He took a sniff, and spoke with a strong nasal voice: "Okay... next to my house... there is a shop... scallion pancakes... very delicious..."

Fu Shanhai waited for him to mention the famous shop, but he didn't expect to hear a scallion pancake, and he was a little stunned.

Then I figured it out, Jiang He probably ate a lot of these small shops when he was a child.

Jiang He got up suddenly, half kneeled on the ground, and groped under the bed.

Fu Shanhai was very surprised: "What are you looking for?"

"My wooden box..." Jiang He stretched his arms to search under the bed, "I was in such a hurry when I left, I forgot to take it, thinking I would never get it again."

As he said that, there was a "click" sound from under the bed, as if something had been touched.

Jiang He fumbled slowly, and took out the thing little by little.

When he took it out, it brought a lot of dust, and his entire arm was also covered in dust.

Fu Shanhai cleaned up the ashes on Jiang He's body before going to look at the box.

It was a very small wooden box with delicate carvings on the surface and a small lock hanging on it.

Jiang He turned the box over and pressed it, a groove appeared, and there was a key inside.

He took out the key to open the box, and his eyes lit up.

"Great, it's all still there."

Fu Shanhai took a look, and there were mostly small things inside, including old postage stamps, a few photos, stained glass beads with worn surfaces, and a jade bracelet.

Jiang He hugged the box into his arms like a baby: "This is my old treasure box, and it contains very precious memories."

"This is your mother's bracelet?" Fu Shanhai was slightly surprised when he looked at the shiny and beautiful bracelet. Judging from the jade quality of the bracelet, the bracelet might not be cheap.

Jiang He nodded: "Well, my mother gave it to me, saying that it will be worn by her daughter-in-law in the future."

"..." Fu Shanhai was silent for a few seconds suddenly, and couldn't help but glance at the small-looking bracelet again.

Jiang He closed the wooden box, satisfied: "Let's go."

The two went out, and when the door was closing, Jiang He looked back at the room again.

This is his entire past. He once thought it was all lost, but now Fu Shanhai is intact... holding it back and sending it back.

He closed the door, looked at the back of Fu Shanhai going downstairs, and watched quietly for a few seconds.

Fu Shanhai noticed that Jiang He hadn't followed, and turned around in doubt: "What's wrong?"

Standing on the stairs, Jiang He suddenly stretched out his hand and ran towards Fu Shanhai.

Fu Shanhai was startled, so scared that he immediately jumped up a few steps, fearing that Jiang He would fall, and then embraced Jiang He.

He took a step back and almost hit the wall before he managed to stabilize himself.

Frowning, Fu Shanhai was about to say that it was dangerous for Jiang He to go downstairs like this, but the person in his arms suddenly raised his head and looked at him seriously.

"Fu Shanhai," Jiang He's eyes were still red, but his pupils were surprisingly bright, like starlight suddenly lit up in the middle of the night, "...Thank you."

……

Fu Shanhai froze for a moment.

This is Jiang He... calling his name for the first time.