The incident of the middle-aged man falling asleep on the train was like an episode, which passed quickly.
After discussing for a while, everyone's attention quickly turned to other things, eating melon seeds that should be eaten, and coaxing children.
Zhang Heng took the opportunity of fetching water to scan the compartment, but he didn't see any abnormal behavior. Before contacting you, you always sent messages from an unhappy look (#`o′), the person who did it was indeed Most likely not in the car.
After returning to the seat, the toefl girl was still chatting with Zhang Heng enthusiastically. Zhang Heng responded, but on the other hand, his thoughts were still on what happened before. Obviously, this matter will not end like this. The three major guilds have been offering rewards for the mysterious woman who suddenly appeared at the auction that night.
Except that the three major guilds want a place because the other party played everyone all over again, the more important thing is to get back the B-level item [Dream of Death] from the latter. Such a big killer has not been found in a day, everyone They can't feel at ease, after all, no one knows whether what happened to the former president of Silver Wing will happen to him.
However, because Zhang Heng has been in a single-player state, the only single-player competition instance where he encountered other players and no one else survived, it is relatively safe, and under normal circumstances, he would not be selected as a target, plus the change of seat before It should be just an accident that the other party chose the person next to him to do it.
Nothing special happened until the train arrived at the station.
The toefl girl wanted to get in touch with Zhang Heng, but in the end she was too shy to say so. Seeing Zhang Heng disappearing into the sea of people with his backpack and suitcase on his back, he couldn't help feeling a sense of loss in his heart. She felt that she knew that the two of them should never see each other again.
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Zhang Heng didn't want to trouble his grandfather, but the latter came to pick him up at the station anyway, driving his old Volkswagen.
Zhang Heng hugged his grandfather outside the exit, put his luggage in the trunk, and took the seat of the co-pilot. This reminded him of another thing, although he was apprenticed to Takeda in the copy of Tokyo Drift Tetsuya, learned a beautiful drift technique, and even won the death race, but he still can't drive in the real world.
Because he doesn't have a driver's license yet, maybe he should take the time to get his driver's license.
"How's life at school?" Grandpa asked as he drove.
"It's not bad, it's just the same." Even without the warning from the weirdo in Tang suit, Zhang Heng would not tell his grandfather what happened during this period, let alone whether such a thing can be understood and accepted by others, even if his grandfather knows , can do nothing but worry about him.
However, with Xavier's investigation in mind, Zhang Heng had considered whether he should indirectly remind his grandfather of similar dangers, but after thinking about it, it would be difficult for ordinary people to do anything effective even if they knew about such things in advance. If the reaction comes, let it go.
Moreover, as an intellectual of the older generation, my grandfather only has a firm belief in Marxism, so he should not be likely to get involved in such things.
"You seem to have matured a lot during this time." Grandpa looked at Zhang Heng in the rearview mirror and paused, "Very well, don't be so frivolous like your father, a man should behave like a man, do as much as possible." Talk less, speak with actions."
"Then why did you marry your mother to him in the first place?" Zhang Heng asked, opened the CD box on the side, and took out a piece of "Qilixiang" from it. This album is about as old as this car. Zhang Heng skillfully It plugged into the car cd player.
After a while, Jay Chou's voice echoed in the car.
Grandpa snorted coldly, "Your mother has had bad eyesight since she was a child, it should be inherited from your grandma."
Zhang Heng smiled and said nothing.
Half an hour later, the car arrived at the place where I lived. Grandpa's community was divided into flats, but because it was built earlier, there was no planned underground parking lot, so we had to add parking spaces on the roadside later.
After my grandfather parked the car, Zhang Heng got out of the car and took down the suitcase. During this period, I ran into a few residents of the same building, because everyone worked in the same unit before, and the upstairs and downstairs were basically the same. It's an acquaintance. Zhang Heng used to run around the house when he was a child, and many people have been there.
At such a time, it is unavoidable to stop and say a few words, so I just walked for a few more minutes after just a few steps.
Back home, my grandfather reheated the meal that had been prepared in advance. During the meal, Zhang Heng’s parents were mentioned again. During Christmas, Zhang Heng received a call from the two of them saying that they would come back this year for the New Year, but the two Did not say the specific time, until a few days ago to book the ticket down.
The two will take the first flight four days later to Shanghai, and then come back on a connecting flight. Although my grandfather is quite dissatisfied with the state of the two of them who have been enjoying themselves abroad these years, it can be seen that they still value this family reunion during the Chinese New Year. I started to prepare various ingredients a week ago, and I also took out the Moutai that has been treasured for a long time.
It always feels good to go home, especially for Zhang Heng, the past six months have been extraordinarily complicated and long.
After taking a shower, he walked into his bedroom with his backpack, pressed the switch on the wall, and the lights came on. Zhang Heng looked around and found that there was not much change between this place and when he left.
Except for the new bed sheets and quilt covers, everything else remains the same as before. The Hulk and Spider-Man figures he bought in junior high school are still on the shelf beside the bed in the classic postures of Bruce Lee and Altland. , the psp, which is now an antique, was stuffed at the bottom of the drawer, where there were still a few posters of She and Jay Chou.
Zhang Heng threw his backpack in front of the desk, and then threw himself on the bed.
At this moment, he finally didn't have to think about the things that happened in the previous dungeon, and he didn't need to guess the thoughts of the people around him anymore. This is probably the meaning of home.
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Zhang Heng slept until ten o'clock, then had breakfast, and started to help grandpa clean up before the New Year. They started from the study room, and dug out the gadgets that were stuffed everywhere before, and wiped them clean. Re-classification homing.
Zhang Heng also found an unopened bb player under the bookcase, and was a little hesitant about what to do with it. At this time, he saw the grandfather on the other side suddenly standing; into contemplation.
Zhang Heng put down the bb machine and walked over.
This photo album should be quite old, and the photos in it have been yellowed, but you can still see the appearance of the people on it, it is a girl with a sweet smile and a serious boy.
"She looks very beautiful." Zhang Heng said.
"Yeah, that's why I always say that she has a bad eye. There were many boys who pursued her back then, but she chose me in the end." Grandpa wiped his glasses and said with emotion, "I was very ordinary in all aspects of school at that time. , just a nerd who doesn't understand style, I can still remember that I was too nervous when taking pictures, and the people in the photo studio asked me to relax, but I just couldn't laugh anyway, so I could only take pictures with her with a sullen face After seeing this picture, she always said that I looked very airy at that time."
While Grandpa was talking, a photo slid out of the album.