Chapter 404: Playback and fast forward

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Chen Feng spent seven days in Boston, mainly visiting various universities as visiting scholars and meeting different university professors and outstanding students.
When he meets the right opportunity, he will also come to power from time to time to say a few words, and the right is to encourage the younger generation.
Of course, Chen Feng will not be aimless. He is observing the candidates in secret, sending some business cards everywhere, leaving some contact information, and laying the ground for his next overall arrangement.
With his current memory, he is not afraid that too many people he knows cannot remember the name.
He can basically match people as soon as he meets, and the other person's next life history begins to play automatically in his mind. By the way, according to "Planning", if he intervenes, the other person's life may follow in the future.
Things were almost the same in Boston. Chen Feng took the opportunity to fly to Los Angeles and lived in a villa in Newport Beach.
He likes to stay here recently, but it's not that the scenery here is unique, the air is particularly sweet, just like it.
Master Chen will never admit that he wants to be closer to Zhong Lei.
This afternoon, he was sitting on an open-air teahouse on the street of Chinatown in Luocheng with his legs tilted up. He was holding a bowl of tea that was rare in China. He chatted with a few old Chinese who worked hard in the early years.
At the beginning of June in Luocheng, the afternoon sun was particularly calm.
People come and go in the antique Chinatown.
The vermilion signboards with traditional Chinese and English written on both sides of the street look messy, but they are chaotically arranged.
Snack bars, specialty shops, dentist shops, hardware stores, Chinese restaurants door to door, business is booming.
People of Asian descent, African descent, Saxon descent eat and drink in a harmonious and orderly manner on the streets. The world is stable and the years are quiet. There is no noise and smashing.
Chen Feng sipped the broken-leaf tea, which tasted not so good, but it was inexplicably fragrant.
Fragrant is not tea, but mood.
He hasn't felt such a pleasant life for almost half a year.
He hadn't gasped since he bound himself to the chariot to save civilization.
Now I'm so comfortable stealing my life for half a month and letting my mind go empty.
"Boss Chen is very young, and the business is very big."
An old man from Bashu Township looked at Chen Feng cheerfully.
The old man wearing glasses that can see the whirlpool is less than eighty years old, but his spirit is very good and sounds like Hong Zhong.
The old man knows the goods very well. Just by looking at Chen Feng's clothes and the watch on his hand, he can know that this young man has an extraordinary history.
Chen Feng listened to this local accent and thought of his grandfather Chen Mo, who felt kind and cheerful and humble: "The old gentleman is well-known, the business is not big, and it’s just a meal."
The old man narrowed his eyes and fluttered into Chen Feng's hand. "Rolex is wearing it, and it's still a bit of a meal. This one in your hand is genuine. I know it."
The old man turned back to the watch shop across the street and said, "Did you see that old Hu Xiu watch shop? I opened it, and my son repairs the watch inside. I usually have to sell it when the old antiques that come with a price come."
Chen Feng Xunsi met someone who knew how to do things, but he didn't cover up anymore. "It's okay."
The old man put on the pole again and said, "Did the young man see the Chinese restaurant at the junction again? My iron buddy is always open, and the chef is superb. Cooked the leaders decades ago."
Chen Feng nodded, "Wow, that's pretty powerful. I'll have to smell it often later."
"Hi, I'm not going to tell you this. Lao Zhang's granddaughter is good, and you are especially good with the guy. The girl's house is also beautiful, and Pan Shunliangliang, I would like to introduce you to the young people know?"
Chen Feng was stunned for a while, then almost laughed out loud, and quickly pushed away, "I can't help but be polite."
"Hey, in what age, the guy is still shy. Let's try it first. If it's appropriate, we'll continue to work. If it's not appropriate, we'll divide it. This is not popular in China."
Master Chen expressed fear and secretly decided to go out in ordinary clothes.
The old man started up here, and a few other old men followed me with a word, so enthusiastic.
The old man from Bashu Xiangyin suddenly remembered something, "Yes, I haven't asked the little brother where is your hometown?"
Chen Feng thought about it and said about the county town of Grandpa Chen Mo.
The old man's trick gradually brightened, but he asked suspiciously: "Huh... Doesn't the accent look like?"
Chen Feng: "I came out early as a child."
The old man from Bashu Township suddenly surprised and said, "Ooooooo! Hey! This is a coincidence, fellow! I came out of the county!"
Chen Feng also has bright eyes.
The earth is so big, but it can be known from other places.
"What's the name of the young man's family? Maybe I can get to know me, our little town is so big, everyone knows everyone. I only went back to sweep the graves of my old comrades in the past two months."
Chen Feng said: "My grandpa is Chen Mo."
"Huh?" The expression of the old man changed greatly in the next second, "Which Chen Mo?"
"Er Dong Chen, ink ink."
"Did your grandpa be a soldier when he was young? He fought a war in Vietnam? Your parents are also soldiers?"
Chen Feng nodded, "Yes."
The other old men next to them noticed something, and one by one also cheered up.
The old man of Bashu remained silent for a long time and suddenly asked: "Your parents died in 1998?"
The other old men stopped doing it.
"Old Hu, what are you doing!"
"Did you ask that?"
Chen Feng yelled, "Yes."
This old man named Bashu stomped his feet fiercely and slapped it on his thigh again. "Did you lose it as a kid?"
"Yes." Chen Feng also knew that he was probably an acquaintance who met Grandpa Chen Mo, and his heart, which had not beaten for a long time, gradually accelerated.
"That's you!" Old Hu Meng stood up, grabbing Chen Feng's shoulders with rough hands, "When I went back to sweep Brother Chen's tomb, the neighborhood said that Brother Chen's grandson was found back. He also buried you. Yes, I still don’t dare to believe it. I mean, lad, you look so comfortable with me. When you were like Brother Chen when you were young, of course you were more like your father when he was a kid."
"I still hugged him when he was just born before the full moon. My grandfather and I were dead comrades. I am an observer and he is a sniper. When your grandfather was young, he didn't talk about shooting. , Very fierce. Your dad is also a good seedling, but... Hey! In short I... I am fucking, this world is really young!"
Chen Feng's eyes widened, but he was a little unbelievable.
Have to say the wonder of fate.
He had never seen his parents, and only said a few words to him before Grandpa died.
Chen Feng knows that his roots are there. This concept is very clear in his mind, but sometimes it is erratic and unpredictable.
Because there are no relatives in the old Chen family, when Chen Feng buried Chen Mo, there were only a few friends who were seven or eighty grandpas.
As for the officials of those local governments, it is his face as a well-known entrepreneur.
Until now when he met this old man Hu, Chen Feng suddenly understood what is the root.
In fact, the roots of the Chinese are not in a certain place, nor in a certain building, not in a certain mountain, nor in a certain river, but the ancestors took root in one place, and it took ten years and a hundred years to spread slowly. The interpersonal communication formed by the emotional connection between open people.
Chen Feng didn't feel it before because he didn't.
Now that he was in the Chinatown of Luocheng far away from the ocean, when he saw grandpa's old friend again, he finally understood.
This is the root.
"Xiao Chen, come with me, I have something to show you."
Old Man Hu grabbed Chen Feng and ran across the street.
Chen Feng anxiously said: "The tea money has not been given yet!"
"Give it a fart! Old man Sun didn't pay me the time to repair my watch! Hurry up!"
Old Man Hu pulled Chen Feng into his watch repair shop three times, and then stepped on the wooden ladder to go up the second floor. The old man, who was over half a year old, also shouted to remind him to slow down.
Chen Feng was first settled in the study.
"Wait first, I'll go to the attic to turn over the boxes."
Chen Feng yelled and looked around.
The second floor is much quieter than the first floor, and the noise from the streets cannot be heard.
Old man Hu went too fast and forgot to turn on the light.
The light came from the small window, and through the beam, the gray dust could be seen rolling like waves.
It didn't take long for the old man to go downstairs carrying a mouthful of solid wood.
Seeing this, Chen Feng hurried up and took his hand.
After the box was placed on the Taishi chair, old man Hu sighed while rubbing his waist. "When I was young, I could lift three boxes by myself."
"Um, Grandpa Hu, you are always good and strong."
Chen Feng smiled.
"Xiao Chen, open the box yourself."
Old man Hu sat down on the side stool and handed Chen Feng an aluminum alloy key.
Click, the lock opens.
Chen Feng gently opened the box.
A strong smell of camphor pill came out.
Inside it is neatly stacked... a lot of hairy pants and a thin photo album.
No need to teach Old Man Hu, Chen Feng picked up the album and opened it.
There are several black-and-white photos of plastic but yellowed in the album.
Most of the photos are of two people.
Chen Feng recognized the two at a glance.
He was taller, his eyebrows thicker, his face squarer, and heavier, just what his grandfather Chen Mo looked like when he was young.
As for the old man Hu, he wore thick glass glasses when he was young.
"Look at your grandfather's posture of carrying a gun, what's the matter? Handsome? I have admired him all my life, and I have a special fan."
A large number of Chen Feng smiled old man Hu, and said: "The young man looks more and more like him, and the smell on his body is also like, you are a soldier? But it is not like that, it is not allowed to wear Rolex in the army. Wait... hiss... Xiao Chen, if you come here to perform tasks, you must be careful about safety."
Chen Feng seconds know where he wants to go, really crying and laughing.
How can I tell you that I just went to Area 52 and hit a Brigadier General's face, and no one dared to move more in front of me?
"No, not so mysterious, I haven't been a soldier."
Old man Hu: "Oh oh oh, it's a pity."
Chen Feng turned the picture again, but he saw a picture of Chen Mo leaning on a tree with his hands on his thighs, a hole in the front of the thighs, and flesh in the mouth.
There is no old man in this picture.
Old Man Hu stretched his neck and looked over slowly, saying: "This battle is particularly dangerous. At that time, the two of us were carrying out reconnaissance missions and were surrounded. I was not good at shooting, and I gave him the guy. He shot it all by himself. The bullets of the two of us knocked out seven or eight, and it really scared the guerrillas of the thirty-something. But he was hit by a leg, I didn't know it first. The picture is from the reinforcements, we are safe After that, he sat on the ground with a click and let me take a picture. He said it was a memorial."
Ten minutes later, Chen Feng closed the album and asked slightly puzzled: "Grandpa Hu, I didn't see these things when I packed up Grandpa's relics. Didn't he keep a photo of himself?"
"Well, after your parents happened, he couldn't walk out of his heart for a while. Although he didn't regret letting your father be a soldier, when he looked at these photos, he always remembered how your father especially admired him when he was a child, so he was so emotional. When I went back in 01, he asked me to take all away~EbookFREE.me~ Chen Feng pointed at the sweater next to him and asked, "What are these? "
"After you lost, your grandma knitted two wool pants every year. From the time you were two years old, weaved until you were eighteen. There are 16 in total here. Your grandmother passed away in 2007, and I will go back in 2008. When I saw your grandfather, he said that my little grandson had just been born and could use it and let me take it away. But my little grandson didn’t like to wear it when he was five years old. It’s brand new and I haven’t touched it. I actually wanted to contact you earlier to give you everything, but the turtle sons in the county said that you are a big boss and a busy person, let me call you to disturb you. Now good It’s back to the original owner."
Chen Feng leaned over, holding the fingers in this average quality, rough-feeling cotton and linen woolen trousers.
He didn't know what to say for a while.
In the end he only nodded slightly, "Well, thank Grandpa Hu."
In just half an hour, Chen Feng suddenly felt that his life was first pressed the playback button, and then fast forward for decades.
He felt like a person again.