Home of Rebirth

"Yo, this kid has a sweet mouth." Feng Wang laughed, and pricked Zha Xiayue's face with his beard, and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Xia Yue, and my family lives near here. Uncle, we are neighbors." Xia Yue also smiled, then rolled his big eyes a few times, and said, "Uncle, I just heard you say that you can't find a home." ,Yes or no?"

"Yeah, Uncle can't find a home"

Feng Wang said with a sigh, the atmosphere of the crowd froze for a moment, the director of the neighborhood committee immediately stepped forward and said with a smile: "Jing is nonsense, why can't Mr. Feng find a home? Isn't our Anqiao District the home of Mr. Feng?" "

Xia Yue glanced at the director, turned his head and continued to say to Feng Wang: "Then uncle, I will take you to find someone, maybe he remembers you, and he can help you find a home."

"Really?" Feng Wang felt that this kid was very interesting, at least he was daring to speak, and he was quite like everyone: "Then thank you first, uncle."

"You're welcome." Xia Yue was not polite, then took his hand, and said seriously: "Uncle, come with me, Grandpa Zhao's house is in front, I will take you to his house, ask him, you will know you Where is the former home?"

"Grandpa Zhao?" A question mark appeared on Feng Wang's head, and he turned to look at the leader of the city bureau. The leader of the city bureau didn't know, so he could only turn his head to look at the people from the neighborhood committee.

The director of the neighborhood committee was stunned, and suddenly couldn't remember, he could only look at Xia Yue, and asked kindly: "You are talking about that Grandpa Zhao?"

Xia Yue rolled his eyes in his heart, no wonder Feng Wang didn't find the boundary of the old house in his previous life, and the people in the neighborhood committee forgot about Mr. Zhao.

"It's Grandpa Zhao next to the kang building. My mother said that Grandpa Zhao is over 80 years old this year and has lived here all his life. He must know where this uncle's former home is."

Xia Yue said something briefly, and the director of the neighborhood committee immediately slapped his head, and suddenly realized: "Ah!! I remembered, oops, look at my memory, I even forgot Mr. Zhao, I'm not as good as a child"

Mr. Zhao is 82 years old this year. He has really lived in Anqiao District all his life and watched Anqiao District change step by step.

This old man is very interesting. He wears a long black cloth robe all the year round. He has a long white beard. He looks like a birthday boy suddenly. He also has a strange temper. He often mutters and doesn't know what to say. What, but the most novel thing is that he can speak fluent Japanese.

According to him, during the war of aggression, the Japanese went door-to-door to let children learn Japanese, and he also said that if they couldn't learn it, they would be dragged out and shot.

Now the old man lives here alone. Some of his children have gone to other places, some live in the urban area, and they are all old. The old man was reluctant to leave Anqiao District, and he refused to leave. In the end, he had no choice but to hire a nanny to take care of him here.

Don't look at the old man in his 80s, he is still in good health, but his ears are a little hard. When everyone came to Zhao's house, the old man was picking grapes in the yard. In the end, he could only speak loudly into his ear: "There is an old neighbor of more than 40 years, and I want to ask your old man about something."

"Inquiring about something?" Mr. Zhao was quite clear, put down the broken basket in his hand, and asked, "What are you inquiring about?"

After finishing speaking, Feng Wang stepped forward and said respectfully, "Mr. Zhao, my surname is Feng, and I lived here 40 years ago. Do you still remember a family named Feng?"

"Feng..." The old man frowned, and thought for a while with his hands behind his back: "Isn't Feng Mao's family surnamed Feng?"

"That's right, that's my grandfather." Feng Wang's eyes lit up immediately.

Mr. Zhao glanced at him impatiently: "Your grandfather...you are the old man of the Feng family, who is Feng Yaochang?"

When Feng Wang heard the name, his eyes turned red again, and he said in a choked voice, "That's my father."

"Oh, Feng Yaochang, your father, then I remember you. Feng Yaochang is just a son. When he left, we gave it to him. That old boy owes me a liter of wheat." The old man muttered to himself. Then he sat down first, regardless of the leaders standing beside him, then looked up at Feng Wang, and finally sighed and said: "The little grandson of the old Feng's family has gray hair now, so you can see that I am getting more and more serious." The old ones should be buried in the ground, all these years, the old residents have all gone... all gone, and only my brother is left."

"Old man, you have to live a long life." Feng Wang felt a lot of emotion, and went to his side, and said, "I didn't expect that when I came back this time, someone would still remember me."

"I remember, I remember it all!!!" Mr. Zhao patted his hand, his wide palm was full of furrows and wrinkles: "It's been hard for you for so many years, so you still remember to come back and see, all these years your father What's the matter, he didn't come today?"

"My father..." Feng Wang said in a sad tone, "Old Zhao, my father has passed away...I'm going to bury him here this time, if this is my father's last wish"

"..." Mr. Zhao was taken aback for a moment, and then he could barely react, and nodded in a daze: "Oh, he's dead, yes, so many years have passed, this old boy used to stop, but now he doesn't stop. A few years... It has become ugly in the past few years. You can't find your home there, can't you find it, go, go, I will take you, the yard of your house is now given by the Martyrs Cemetery Take it, those peach trees inside seem to have the one in your house."

That day Feng Wang stayed in the peach grove of the Martyrs Cemetery for a long time, and finally he decided to bury his father's ashes in the private tombs of the Martyrs Cemetery, next to the peach grove.

Xia Yue made a great contribution on this trip to find relatives. If he hadn't mentioned Mr. Zhao, Feng Wang would have returned disappointed today, so everyone praised him endlessly. In the end, Feng Wang personally sent him home. He also praised Xia Yue in front of Xia's mother for how smart and attractive he was.

Even Xia Yue, a thick-skinned adult, couldn't help it.