After the official handover of things, Old Man Hu warmly invited Chen Feng to stay at his house for dinner.

Chen Feng thought for a moment and realized that he was idle anyway, so he did not refuse.

Old Man Hu was particularly enthusiastic about Chen Feng, the orphan of his comrade-in-arms.

It's not the superficial enthusiasm of seeing him with a famous watch and well-dressed clothes, but really treating him as half of the family.

For the sake of excitement, Old Man Hu even made phone calls one by one, calling all his family members from all corners of Luo City.

Compared with the small number of people in Old Chen's family, Old Man Hu's family is much more prosperous.

Old Man Hu has three sons and two daughters. The eldest son has inherited the work of the watch shop. He is thirty-three this year and has three generations of grandparents.

Mr. Hu's youngest son is also in his forties, and his youngest grandson just turned fifteen this year.

One family after another started to spread out. Old Hu's family totaled nearly fifty people, including young and old, with four generations living under one roof.

Most people are looking for food in Luo City and move around frequently.

Grandpa Grandpa's solemn call, except for a few people from Europe, the eastern half, Southeast Asia and China, were unable to come. Nearly forty people returned to the watch shop one after another during their meal time.

Old Man Hu introduced Chen Feng one by one, telling everyone he met that he was the only descendant of his savior.

If he hadn't become the big boss now, I, Lao Hu, would feel inferior and unable to reach a higher level. Otherwise, I would really like to have a godfather.

At first, the little grandson was a little dissatisfied, especially unhappy that his grandfather called him back from school because of someone he didn't know.

He originally made an appointment with his classmates to have a party tonight.

But when he recognized Chen Feng, the young man went crazy with excitement.

The young man is a die-hard music fan and knows all the top European and American singers.

Originally, this guy didn't pay attention to the Chinese music scene at all.

As a native-born young man with yellow skin and white heart, this spirited young man has completely failed to inherit the fine traditions of Old Man Hu and firmly believes that the Chinese music scene is full of traffic, hype, plagiarism, and high-imitation freaks.

In this young man's social circle, he himself may be the one who criticizes his grandfather's country the most. In short, he just doesn't like anything if he sees something wrong.

But in the past few months, the young man quietly changed his mind.

Because he discovered that his favorite singer, Katie Swift, actually reached the top with a song written by a Chinese.

Then he followed the clues to find out about the two Chinese people who wrote "Self-Burning". The more he thought about it, the more shocked he became, and the more he listened, the more fascinated he became.

At first, he was embarrassed to reveal his true thoughts, but when he found that his classmates and friends of all colors around him began to praise Master Chen with an even more enthusiastic attitude, who could use delta wings to save people from helicopters.

, and Zhong Leishi, a true singer-songwriter, finally came out.

He suddenly became a super fan of Master Chen Feng.

How should I put it, how much he once despised the country, now how much he admires it after he changed his mind.

Before eating, Chen Feng was dragged into a crazy group photo by this spirited young man who once wore his own woolen pants, and even showed his face with him in a live broadcast for a classmate party.

The atmosphere at the party at the other end of the screen suddenly exploded.

In fact, Chen Feng didn't quite understand. He just waved his hand and said "Hi, hello."

Maybe this is the world of young people.

Chen Feng's apparent age is two years younger than some people at the party, but after all, he has experienced a lot, so he can't help but be more calm than ordinary people.

According to the time of birth, I am almost twenty-six years old now.

In total, I have lived eight more years before and after the thirty-first century, and my mental age is already thirty-four.

But there is one thing that Chen Feng doesn't understand yet.

He's not sure whether his body has retained any trace of time during the reconstruction process.

Although it may not seem like a big deal, it is actually quite important to Chen Feng.

If his body has inherited his age during reconstruction, it means that he is actually thirty-four years old now. However, due to the enhancement of genes and extended lifespan, his face does not appear to be aging.

This is of course bad news.

He always dies in space, proving that he still cannot escape the limit of life span.

Assume that every time he passes by, he can only live for one year in the thirty-first century.

Then by June 2025, his real age will reach 34+12*5=94 years old.

Now his theoretical lifespan exceeds 200 years. At the age of 94, he should still look like a middle-aged man. If he takes good care of himself and exercises more, he will not look particularly old.

But what about 2030?

What about 2040?

If this scenario continues, when Zhong Lei is in her forties, will Chen Feng be already over two hundred and thirty years old?

This scene was quite terrifying when Chen Feng thought about it.

What's more, as the war progresses, the time that human beings can support is getting longer and longer. Chen Feng may not be able to live for more than one year, two years, three years, or five years in the thirty-first century.

This means that he may not even be able to survive until 2030 before he becomes a 200-year-old man.

Chen Feng was panicked by this, so he deliberately ignored the problem.

He would only think of it occasionally and murmur in his heart.

After all, if that was the case, there was nothing he could do.

Perhaps he could only take a gamble and bet on whether any strange changes would occur after his gene arousal level exceeded 50%.

Chen Feng had a lively meal at Old Man Hu's house.

Before leaving, Old Man Hu happily patted Chen Feng on the shoulder.

"Xiao Chen, if you are lonely in the future, come and sit with me. I will probably live for a few more years, and I can tell you a lot about your grandfather. There are many people in my family, and it is lively. What age group are there?

There are people who can chat with you. You are alone, so you still have to be strong."

Chen Feng nodded, "Yeah."

"Your grandfather's biggest regret in his life is that he could not let the old Chen family flourish. Now that you are rich and powerful, don't let him down. Work harder. You have to have a high vision and not find the right one, otherwise

Why don't you try to make do with it? Just be careful and don't get fooled."

"Uh-huh."

Chen Feng carried the box and left.

The driver who drove him today was an old acquaintance, Paul, but Chen Feng sat in the back seat silently and did not speak the whole time.

Paul thought that his boss might be in a bad mood today, so he didn't dare to make any jokes.

Chen Feng did feel a little disappointed.

He held the box with both hands and leaned against the back of the back seat. From time to time, his fingers were caught on the burrs on the edge of the old wooden box, but he didn't notice it.

Two images went back and forth in his mind.

One is a scene of him accompanying his grandfather Chen Mo as he passes away in isolation, while the other is a scene of the bustle of Old Man Hu’s family.

He also thought about Chen Mo first giving the photo to Old Man Hu to take away, and then letting Old Man Hu take away the woolen pants.

If you don't think about some past events, you won't be able to smell the flavor inside them.

Although Old Man Hu's words were very simple and plain when he described these things, Chen Fengguang could vaguely taste the indescribable sadness that his grandfather felt when he was separated from the past again and again through his imagination.

Chen Feng took a deep breath.

He suddenly felt so envious.

Maybe I have been fighting for the big human family, but I don’t have a small family.

The more he looked at the excitement of other people living with four generations under one roof, the more he could imagine the loneliness of his grandfather Chen Mo, who was struggling to persevere while waiting alone.

People in the world have different persistences, but they have the same purpose.

Chen Feng does not feel that his persistence is more difficult than his grandfather's persistence.

He then recalled Chen Mo's seemingly casual tone asking him if he had a baby.

When he answered "not yet", the disappointment in the old man's eyes was actually extremely strong, but he covered it up quickly.

Chen Mo is a very traditional person. In the hearts of the old people of that generation, the greatest happiness in the world is not having good clothes, good food, high status, and high power, but having descendants.

Chen Mo had Old Man Hu as his die-hard comrade in comparison. Although he was never convinced, he always felt a little sad in his heart.

"well."

Chen Feng sighed leisurely.

He regretted it a little.

When I was still an ordinary person, why didn't I fall in love earlier, get married and have children?

In this way, I can take my wife and children with me when I return to Bashu, and my grandfather's broken life can at least be completed in the last moment.

It's a pity that the past cannot be recalled.

Chen Feng didn't know what direction his fate would take if that were the case.
To be continued...