Seeing Liu Min running back to the bookstore, Chen Feng's mouth turned into a smile.
Of course, he laughed not because Liu Min's father was a teacher of the Rongda League branch, but because he was simply moved by her cuteness.
"Xiao Feng, what did the girl tell you just now?" Lin Meiyi asked curiously.
Chen Feng chuckled: "She said godmother, you look so beautiful, like a female celebrity, and want to ask you for an autograph."
"Puff--"
Lin Meiyi smiled from ear to ear: "Xiao Feng, look at your sweet mouth. No wonder girls are all around you. If I were twenty years younger, I would definitely be fascinated by you."
"Godmother, you are not old at all, you look like a teenage girl." Chen Feng praised sincerely.
"Hey, the time with you is so pleasant, I don't want to be separated from you."
Lin Meiyi frowned and said reluctantly: "It's a pity that there is something at work, and I need to rush back to deal with it immediately."
"Godmother, go back, it will be a long time to come, I have time to accompany you."
Lin Meiyi nodded: "Next time I will go directly to your house and call your mother-in-law back together. She always praises you for your good cooking skills, especially the delicious food below. I will try it next time."
Chen Feng was embarrassed to be praised.
"Godmother, as long as you want to eat, I'll take care of it!"
Chen Feng accompanied Lin Meiyi to the parking lot.
Lin Meiyi opened the car door, turned around, and opened her arms: "Xiao Feng, can you give Godmother another loving hug?"
Chen Feng took Lin Meiyi into his arms without hesitation.
Lin Meiyi was about 1.7 meters tall and put on high heels. When Chen Feng hugged her into her arms, her lips were just touching her forehead.
But in order to keep the distance, Chen Feng turned his head avoiding suspicion, and only carefully pressed the position of his cheek against Lin Meiyi's forehead.
"Well, Xiaofeng, it's so comfortable to hold you~"
Three minutes later.
Lin Meiyi reluctantly let go of Chen Feng, got in the car and galloped away.
Until the car disappeared, Chen Feng still felt a faint fragrance in his nose, lingering.
At this moment, Chen Feng's cell phone rang.
Open it, and the caller ID is Qin Zhengwei.
Chen Feng answered the phone: "Hello?"
"Brother Feng, there is no class in the afternoon, shall we go see Grandpa Tian?" Qin Zhengwei's voice came over the phone.
Tian Zhonghua lived in the same alley with Chen Feng when he was a child. He has no children and regards Chen Feng and Qin Zhengwei as grandchildren.
If there is something delicious, I can't bear to eat it myself. When Chen Feng and Qin Zhengwei come back from school, they will wait for them at the door of the house early.
Later, Chen Feng stayed at the school and only returned home once a week or two. Fruits, cakes and other snacks with a short shelf life could not be hidden and were moldy.
Tian Zhonghua cut off the moldy half and ate it by himself, leaving the good half to Chen Feng and the others.
Chen Feng couldn't explain the fact that the half that seemed good had expired. He only remembered that every time he ate with Qin Zhengwei very happily.
"Good." Chen Feng agreed without hesitation, "but I'm not in school now."
"Where are you, I'll come to find you."
Chen Feng told Qin Zhengwei the location.
Ten minutes later, Qin Zhengwei drove over by taxi.
He glanced at the Xinhua Bookstore behind him, and said with a smile: "Brother Feng, why do you think of running the bookstore?"
"The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu~" Chen Feng replied literally.
Qin Zhengwei smiled and gave him a punch: "Fuck you, you don't have to talk so hard to talk to me, let's go, let's see Grandpa Tian."
There were supermarkets and fruit shops just beside them. Chen Feng and Qin Zhengwei brought three or four boxes of things together and took a taxi to No. 8 Hutong Alley.
Although they are all in Chengdu, the weather is different.
Rongda was still shining brightly, and when I arrived at Hutong Alley No. 8, it happened to be drizzled, and the small road paved with bluestone slabs was wet.
At the entrance of the alley, the garbage was piled up into a mountain. Two cleaning staff were cleaning up, reluctantly, and complaining loudly to each other.
Tian Zhonghua's home is a small low-rise bungalow in the deepest part of the alley.
In my memory, there are always a lot of cartons and beverage bottles piled on the outside of the bungalow, which he picks up and collects for waste sales.
"Brother Feng, it has been so many years, and I still haven't seen it here." Qin Zhengwei sighed.
Chen Feng saw the doors and windows of many households closed tightly: "Many grandparents are living in nursing homes. Only Grandpa Tian insists on refusing to move. He should be holding onto a memory."
Qin Zhengwei nodded, and then he said regretfully: "But after hearing my dad say that this place is going to be demolished, the above has already approved it."
"After the demolition, what should I do here?" Chen Feng frowned curiously.
Hutong No. 8 deviates from the urban area and has little commercial value.
"It seems to be building a factory." Qin Zhengwei shook his hair, "I'm not sure, but demolition and relocation should be a matter of indispensability."
Chen Feng nodded.
"Xiaofeng, Awei, is that you?" an old woman with gray hair stood at the door, squinting her eyes and asked.
Chen Feng smiled and said hello: "Grandma Zhang, it's us."
"You haven't seen Old Man Tian for a while, have you?"
"Well, I haven't come over during summer vacation." Qin Zhengwei was a little guilty.
"Hey." The old woman crouched, shook her head and sighed, "It would be nice if you came here soon... But even if you do, you can't do anything."
Chen Feng suddenly realized that there was something in the old woman's words.
An ominous premonition surged.
"Grandma Zhang, what happened to Grandpa Tian?"
"he……"
The old woman shook her head repeatedly and sighed, and pointed to Tian Zhonghua's residence: "I can't tell you clearly for a while, you should go and see for yourself."
Chen Feng and Qin Zhengwei looked at each other, and they both speeded up tacitly at the same time, striding towards Tian Zhonghua's residence.
The familiar low-rise bungalows, but there are no small hills of cardboard and beverage bottles at the door, instead there are garbage dumps surrounded by flies and overgrown weeds.
Tian Zhonghua is not a person who does not care about hygiene.
The ominous premonition in Chen Feng's heart suddenly became stronger.
He and Qin Zhengwei shouted his name at the door and did not respond. A few minutes later, Qin Zhengwei gritted his teeth and kicked the door open.
The scene inside the house surprised Chen Feng.
Tian Zhonghua was lying on the bed, his eyes closed, his face and body were blue and purple, and there were a lot of blood clots.
The place he scratched with his fingers was still bleeding with black blood, and the air was full of blood.
On the head of the bed, there were dried rice and rotten greens, and there was a broken bowl on the ground.
What was in the bowl is no longer recognizable.
"How could this happen, who did this!?" Qin Zhengwei clenched his fists in anger, his eyes full of anger.
Hearing the movement, Tian Zhonghua opened his eyes with difficulty and moved his fingers slightly.
Chen Feng leaned forward immediately: "Grandpa Tian!"