"Uncle Tao, don't worry, my parents told me that if you have any particular things, you will follow the rules here." Xu Jinxing said very simply.

Both sides have their own priorities, so you must make choices at this time, just follow one side.

Tao Qianyou waved his hand: "No need to do this, you can adapt to the situation at that time."

He stayed at his father-in-law's house until after nine o'clock in the evening. The father-in-law and son-in-law said almost the same thing, and Tao Rongrong sent him down.

"You go back and drive slowly. Send me a message when you get home." Tao Rongrong reminded him.

Xu Jinxing nodded: "It's cold below, you can go up quickly."

After saying that, he waved his hand and drove away in Jinhuayuan Community.

...

In the yard of the lakeside villa in Huashan Mansion, Shang Fuhai, two chairs and a small round table with black special glass are placed under the big tree. Shang Fuhai and his mother Zhou Xiumei sit on a chair alone.

A small brown tea table is placed on the glass round table, next to it is a kettle.

The sound of boiling water coming. Shang Fuhai picked up the kettle and wanted to make tea. Zhou Xiumei raised her hand and stopped her and said, "I just need to drink clean water. I won't drink tea at night. I can't sleep after drinking it."

Upon hearing this, Shang Fuhai poured a glass of water for his mother, poured the remaining water into the teapot next to him, brewed tea, and asked her, "Mom, is there anything wrong?"

"No, what can I do? Life is so good now, and there is nothing in my family." Zhou Xiumei started talking again. She looked at the sky from time to time, as if she was nostalgic.

As she said that, she turned her head to look at her son and continued with a smile: "Fuhai, I really didn't expect our family to have the current life."

"Hehe, mom, there are still many things I didn't expect, but don't think about the hard days in our family, as they will definitely get better and better in the future." Shang Fuhai picked up the bubbled teapot and poured himself a cup.

A faint smell of tea came to my face.

He opened his mouth and blew a few times at the steaming water surface. He took a sip of tea in the fluctuation of the water surface and said, "Mom, there is one more thing. In two years, I will plan to retire. Then I will teach Yuanbao and Jinbao at home, and accompany you and my dad around and take a look."

"The same is true for my dad. I can't put all my energy into the pig farm. If you earn so much money without spending, what's the use of saving? I don't plan to inherit it." Shang Fuhai said.

Zhou Xiumei was jokingly told by him, and raised her hand to slap him: "What kind of inheritance or not? Your dad and I are living well now, and you know nonsense."

"Yes, yes, I'm talking nonsense, but I just mean that, you should understand." Shang Fuhai gently slapped himself.

"Why did you talk about retirement at a young age? Forget it, I won't talk about you anymore." Zhou Xiumei shook her head. She knew in her heart that she could no longer control her son.

After a while, she said, "Fefei's brother is getting married next Wednesday. Then I will show you Jinbao at home, so I won't be able to go there. You pay your dad a gift of 2,000 yuan."

Shang Fuhai subconsciously said, "Mom, you don't need it!"

Zhou Xiumei curled her lips: "This is the rule. After all, it is Feifei's mother's home. We are relatives when we go there, and we are still close relatives, so we have to follow the gifts."

"Cheng, mom, what do you say is what you want, I'll listen to you." Shang Fuhai refused to argue with his mother.

In fact, he felt that what his mother said was reasonable.

After the mother and son chatted for a while, Zhou Xiumei said, "Fuhai, are you busy in the middle of next month?"

Shang Fuhai didn't understand what it meant and asked his mother: "Mom, you have something to do next month?"

"Go back to visit your grandpa's grave, it will be the fifteenth anniversary soon." Zhou Xiumei suddenly mentioned this.

Shang Fuhai was stunned for a while, and the memory was almost blurred. He subconsciously muttered: "It's been fifteen years, it's so fast!"

"Fuhai, you have been living in the school since you were in junior high school. For some things you can't remember, you're still young at that time and didn't tell you about this. Last ten years ago, you just got married and Feifei was still pregnant. He didn't ask you to go back, but this time you have to go back." Zhou Xiumei said.

"Okay!" Shang Fuhai agreed happily.

After Zhou Xiumei finished speaking, she went back to her room to rest, and Shang Fuhai sat alone in the yard.

I looked up at the sky, and there was a sickle hanging in the sky with uncertain light and darkness. In addition, the air quality in Bocheng was still not very good, so I couldn't find a few stars after looking closely.

"Grandpa?" Shang Fuhai murmured. This title is too far away and the memory is a bit too blurry.

There is a black and white photo of my grandfather on the wall of the main hall at home, but it has begun to turn yellow.

He still remembered when he was in elementary school. His grandfather liked to read the news and he liked to watch the most popular slam dunk at that time. Hanamichi Sakuragi was his favorite. He didn't go anywhere after school, so he ran home and returned home. The first thing he did was to grab the remote control with his grandfather to adjust the channel to watch anime. But his grandfather didn't like to watch this. Every time this time, his grandfather was anxious with him.

But Shang Fuhai was really ignorant at that time and he didn't say anything to transfer his grandfather back. He was so angry that he left.

Later, my grandfather found out that he had stomach cancer. He couldn't digest the slightly harder things after eating them, or they were sweating in pain. But Shang Fuhai was still ignorant at that time. He remembered that when he was cooking, the fried celery was served on the table. My grandfather couldn't chew it at all and couldn't swallow it. He asked him to add water and cook it a little harder.

Shang Fuhai stopped doing it. He thought it was his grandfather who disliked his fried food and had a big argument with him.

Shang Fuhai still remembers that the year his grandfather left, he was still going to school outside. It was past nine o'clock the night before, and his family called him and said that his grandfather was not good enough and asked him to go back and take a look.

He was completely confused at that time, and then he felt a little confused that his most important thing was going to be gone.

Unfortunately, there was no car at that point, so he couldn't go back and was anxious to do it alone.

I didn't fall asleep all night. The next morning, it was less than five o'clock, so I took his cousin in the fifth ward to take a taxi to the long-distance station. After a few hours of bumpy ride, his uncle Shang Jianjun shouted when he saw him running in from outside the gate: "Dad, Fu Hai is back, please open your eyes and see him."

"Fuhai, run faster, your grandfather has been waiting for you. Since last night, I have been saying that I want to see you again."

"Fuhai, your grandfather has been holding you since you were a child, and he also loves you the most. Hurry up and kowtow to your grandfather."

When he just ran into his grandfather's room, before he had time to kowtow, he turned around and saw his grandfather lying on the bed looking at him half open, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had no regrets.

But that glance also became a farewell!

He didn't know why, but he didn't shed a single tear at that time. His father was so angry that he slapped him, but in the end the old man stopped him. He was a little disappointed, but he didn't say anything.

"Bang!"

In the dark night, Shang Fuhai shook his big mouth directly, and the slap was slapped firmly on his right cheek. The loud slap was particularly clear in the dark night.

Just as Sun Qingde was about to come over to ask what happened, Shang Fuhai raised his hand and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay!"

Then he muttered: "My mother was such a bastard at the beginning, a bastard. Why didn't I understand nothing? I didn't understand human affairs!"

What a pity, I can only say this to myself. Even if I blame myself and complaints cannot exchange for something I have already lost.

More than ten years have passed, and he almost blurred that memory. If his mother hadn't suddenly mentioned this today, Shang Fuhai might not have been able to remember it one day, or would have simply buried this fragment in the long river of memory, and would never have been able to remember it.

"Go back, I must go back!" Shang Fuhai said to himself.
Chapter completed!