ID No. 019

Chapter 53: Reality 2

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A group of men in suits blocked Chen Yang's way. He put Chao Jian down from his back and looked unhappy.

"What's going on?"

Looking east, I counted the heads and found seven of them, all of them were martial artists. Damn, they had just finished a mission and their condition had not recovered yet, so it would be a tough battle if they fought.

"It's coming for you, don't you know?"

Chen Yang was speechless. He just came to the rest stop with Chao Jian to rest for a while. He didn't expect to meet Xiang Dong first and then encounter such inexplicable strange things.

Who knows what this development is.

"Do you know the guy in the restaurant?" Chen Yang took his backpack from Xiangdong and asked tentatively.

"I know him. I met him at a rest stop in the mission world. He's an old missioner."

Xiangdong briefly explained what he knew. Thinking of that guy's abnormality, he glanced at Chen Yang with a frown.

"What do you smell like?"

"Duck blood vermicelli." Chen Yang grabbed the clothes in front of him and smelled it.

The whole car smells like that.

The lighter in Xiangdong's hand fell to the ground. What the hell is duck blood fans? Do you really think I'm a mentally retarded person as described by the literary youth? He moved closer to Chen Yang, and his expression suddenly became colorful.

It seems... it seems... it really tastes like that.

Nothing else.

Xiangdong stretched out his index finger and rubbed it under his nose. The old tasker had a very sensitive sense of smell and must have smelled something.

So, what did he smell? He looked like a short-lived ghost seeing a heart pill.

Xiangdong pursed his chin. When that guy looked at Chao Jian, his reaction was even greater than when he looked at Chen Yang.

This means that Chao Jian’s smell is stronger.

Xiangdong picked up the lighter at his feet and pretended to be unsteady as he leaned towards Chao Jian. He wanted to see if he could smell something, but he was hit aside by his crutch.

"Fuck." Xiangdong cursed in pain.

Chen Yang gave him a look and asked, "Why did you hire him?"

Xiang Dong was so angry that he stuttered: "I... you... I... I... Hiss, I don't care anymore!"

Seven men in suits: “…”

Chen Yang pulled Chao Jian back and lowered his voice: "The man in the restaurant showed up so late, is he dizzy?"

"If you get hit by a cane like that, you'll faint unless your head is made of iron." Xiang Dong spat with deep feeling, "But judging from his madness, he won't let himself faint easily."

Why haven't they come out yet? Chen Yang looked at the group of men in suits warily. They were waiting for the boss's new instructions. Before that, they would follow the previous one and stop people.

"Stop pulling me. I'll fall if you pull me again." Chao Jian moved his arm that was being pulled.

Chen Yang took his hand away and whispered, "This group of people won't let us leave."

Misfortune comes unexpectedly and without any explanation.

"That's an old tasker. Why did he do that? Did he recognize our identities in some way, or what..."

The more Chen Yang spoke, the more confused he became. The scene in the restaurant was sudden and chaotic. He couldn't figure out what was going on, and he didn't hear clearly what the other party was saying.

It's too noisy around here.

The crazy look of the man in the restaurant appeared in front of Chen Yang's eyes. He took a deep breath and said, "Why don't we just wait."

"We are all taskers, maybe we can sit down and chat."

Chao Jian said disgustedly: "No need to talk."

Chen Yang: “…”

Xiangdong saw that the two were still whispering, and his face turned green like a dung beetle: "Chen Yang, I'll count to three, you take the one next to you and run."

Chen Yang discovered something, and his expression changed slightly: "I'm afraid not."

"You can't even run?" He glanced at the east.

Chen Yang said: "They have guns."

"If you have a gun, you have a gun. What's the big deal? Who doesn't have a gun? I also have a Big Mac."

Xiangdong said with disdain, and glanced sharply at the waist of the man in the suit. There was indeed a bulge there.

Damn it!

There were quite a few people standing at the entrance of the rest stop, all watching the fun as if it had nothing to do with them.

"What a big scene, is this the Black Society?"

The yellow-haired kid jumped and looked outside: "Are you filming? There's no camera. Are you serious?"

The next moment he ran inside: "Oh no! It's the boss, the boss is surrounded! Quick, quick, Pineapple, Fork, come out quickly!"

After a while of shouting and yelling, the little yellow-haired boy squeezed out of the rest stop like a rocket launcher. He caught a glimpse of something with his sharp eyes, and slammed on the brakes halfway, covering his face with his hands and moving aside, pretending to be just passing by.

"Ah Huang!"

Pineapple pulled him back and squinted to see what was happening not far away.

The seven men in suits were automatically blocked temporarily, and the remaining three were Brother Dong, the owner of the awesome phone, and…

Pineapple looked incredulous.

What did the guy with the crutches eat to grow up? His face is so beautiful, textbook level.

Isn't this a stab in the heart of their brother Dong? The title of Qingcheng's front man has been taken.

The atmosphere was a bit weird. Could it be that Brother Dong was jealous of the beauty of the boy with crutches and was trying to butt in and have a threesome

Fengli dragged the fat loach Huangmao who was trying to slip away, and led the other buddies over: "Brother Dong."

Xiangdong said "hmm" in a pretentious manner, and pointed at Chen Yang casually: "My brother."

Chen Yang saw the little yellow-haired boy at first sight.

"I heard about the cell phone incident. He deserves a slap." Xiangdong kicked the yellow-haired kid. "Talk about Sao Rui."

Xiao Huang bowed to Chen Yang Penguin: "Sau Rui."

Chen Yang: “…”

The advantage in numbers is gone, the men in suits still stand upright, with a murderous aura like an overwhelming tidal wave.

"The pectoral muscles are so big." The little yellow-haired boy puffed out his chest, and the others followed suit.

One of the men in suits pressed the headset. I don’t know what the boss on the other end said, but he looked over with a stern face.

"What's this for? You want to fight?"

Pineapple immediately took out the nail clippers, broke off the nail clipper, and pointed the sharp end at them: "Come on!"

Men in suits: “…”

Xiangdong used his hand to block the wind and light a cigarette. My brothers are so fucking stupid. If they enter the mission world, they will be made to profit from it.

"Chen Yang!" Xiang Dong yelled in vain, took off his coat and threw it at the bodyguard facing him, then kicked him with his leg.

The scene exploded instantly.

Pineapple and several others joined the battle.

Don't be fooled by their uneven qualities. They are all tall, short, fat, thin, and ugly, and they have their own characteristics. They are not of the same style as the handsome boss, but they are all the same when fighting: they are chaotic, without rules, and they don't care about their lives.

They all grew up with blood flowing in East Street.

The bodyguards were all unarmed, none of them had a gun drawn; they were cautious about doing this in public.

Xiangdong's shout was intended to make Chen Yang take the opportunity to leave, but after he knocked him down and looked back, he found that the other person was still there.

"Just make some, why don't you leave? Are you waiting for an auspicious day?"

Chen Yang’s gaze followed Chao Jian.

Xiangdong subconsciously looked in the direction they were looking. The tasker was lying on the ground twitching, with a woman next to him crying exaggeratedly.

Dead

The old man who completed seven tasks just died like that

Something happened to the boss, and the bodyguards quickly evacuated the battlefield and rushed over.

Chen Yang looked at him from a distance: "Sudden cardiac death?"

"Bullshit, it's the drug addiction that's acting up. I started having seizures from the inside and can't hold on any longer." Xiangdong licked the cigarette butt that was about to be bitten off with the tip of his tongue.

Chen Yang was a little surprised. He thought that the tasker just had a face of a drug addict who had been taking drugs for many years, but he didn't expect that he actually took drugs.

"What's inside?" Pineapple asked curiously, "Boss, you and the dead..."

“Not familiar.”

Xiangdong pushed Pineapple's head and asked him to take the brothers into the car.

After they left, Xiangdong said to Chen Yang, "That guy's condition in the mission world is sometimes good and sometimes bad. He is not sober very often, and most of the time he is in a daze."

"From what I've noticed, he's often fine one second, and the next he's talking to the air, frightened, angry, terrified, etc. It's all one-man shows, scaring people to death."

Chen Yang said: "Hallucination?"

Xiangdong shrugged: "Almost."

"Remember the painter? I told you that he hadn't slept for a long time in the real world and he didn't dare to sleep."

Chen Yang nodded.

"The painter was frightened during a mission and suffered some mental trauma. He has the same symptoms as that guy, but his symptoms are relatively milder."

Xiangdong said: "Psychological trauma, also known as PTSD."

He pointed at the old worker who was being rescued and said, "That guy's injuries were too severe. He won't be able to lead a normal life after returning."

Chen Yang pursed his lips. Every time he just came out, he would feel a disconnect, but it would get better slowly.

Probably because I had only completed three tasks.

Chen Yang looked at Xiangdong who had completed five tasks.

"My repair function is quite strong." Xiangdong's cigarette shook. "The mission world is the mission world, and the real world is the real world. They must be separated and distinguished. Once they are mixed together, it will be over."

Chen Yang said: "The time points are seamlessly connected. After coming out, the negative emotions in the mission world will remain. What do you do every time?"

Xiangdong looked at him ambiguously: "Looking for someone to have sex with."

"…" Chen Yang pulled Chao Jian, "Let's go."

"You can find your brother if you need anything." Xiangdong shouted with a gangster laugh, cursing in his heart, what the hell, I haven't had a fight in a long time.

Ever since he was kissed by the dead girl during the mission, he has been gliding on the edge of collapse.

Chen Yang helped Chao Jian into the car. He heard a series of quick footsteps behind him. He closed the car door and turned to look at Xiangdong who had come running out of nowhere.

Xiangdong spat out the cigarette butt soaked with saliva: "Incense."

"What?"

"That guy asked you for it." Xiangdong stared at Chen Yang with an ambiguous look. He then remembered that the tasker not only muttered "taste" vaguely in the restaurant, but also said two words: incense.

Chen Yang's emotions changed again and again within three seconds: "I don't understand."

"Pack."

The corner of Chen Yang's mouth twitched slightly. He asked Xiangdong for a cigarette and leaned his back against the car door, blocking the boy's gaze in the car.

The word "incense" is like a thread, connecting the strange behavior of the tasker and Xiangdong's problems.

In other words, Chao Jian's incense is helpful in treating psychological trauma.

The fragrance was very unpleasant, and it was hard to describe the smell. Chao Jian lit it every night, burning it all night long, for half a month. Chen Yang got used to it after smelling it for so long.

All the items in the room were stained with that smell, and there was also some on his clothes, but I don't know how the tasker discovered it through the duck blood fans.

Chen Yang lowered his eyes to look at the cigarette between his fingers. The other party could hire so many bodyguards and was well dressed. He must be a rich man and should not be unable to buy psychiatric drugs.

Either the ones used were ineffective, or... they had no effect.

Is incense so magical

Chen Yang held the cigarette in his mouth and took a puff. The taste of nicotine washed over his taste buds. He pinched his fingers hard a few times, recalling the scene outside the small clinic that day.

Chen Yang remembered that he had asked Chao Jian whether incense could help with sleeping.

Chao Jian said that it can make people have sweet dreams.

At that time, Chen Yang's reaction was full of doubt. Could there be such a thing in the world? He thought to himself that when Chao Jian lit incense in the room, he would be able to smell it, and then he would see if he could have a sweet dream.

In the past half month, Chen Yang didn't have any sweet dreams. He slept soundly until dawn.

Chen Yang didn't know whether Chao Jian had a good dream or not. He only knew that after that day, he seldom saw him standing by his bed in the middle of the night, and he didn't seem to have been scared to tears by nightmares again.

A guess suddenly popped up in Chen Yang's mind, his breath was choked, and his throat was choked by a puff of smoke.

Does Chao Jian also suffer from mental trauma

Chen Yang waved away Xiangdong's hand, coughing so hard that his lungs ached. He leaned against the car door to take a few breaths, thinking about the woman smoking a pipe in the clinic. Where did she come from

"The guy inside is mentally ill." Xiangdong said, "He must be the one using the incense."

"You smell like him. You live together."

Xiangdong was clear-headed and logical: "This is the key reason why you two became partners."

"Two taskers can enter a mission just by living together. Is it that simple?"

Chen Yang curled up the fingers holding the cigarette.

"No?" Xiangdong looked into his eyes for an answer, "Then there must be other factors, related to the ID number?"

"Does the person in front have special privileges?"

Chen Yang said nothing: "..."

It was at this moment that he saw Xiangdong's side besides violence. There was a reason why he could complete five missions.

Now Xiangdong's train of thought was on the right track and was unfolding in all directions. Chen Yang was afraid that he would discover something else along this path, so he quickly spoke out to interfere.

"The more I guess, the more fun I get. That's enough."

Xiangdong was unmoved: "I dare say that the guy in the car is sicker than the guy at the rest stop, but he still looks normal on the surface and hasn't turned into a ghost. This is probably because of the incense and drugs."

Chen Yang chose to remain silent.

"How many missions has he completed? Eight? Nine?"

Chen Yang was speechless.

Xiangdong asked, "How many digits does his ID number have? Five digits? Four digits?"

Chen Yang looked up at the blue sky and white clouds and blew out a smoke ring.

"Your mouth looks soft, feels soft to the touch, and is soft to kiss..." Xiangdong dodged Chen Yang's kick, "You turned hostile just like that, who are you trying to scare? Let's put it this way, I don't care about anything else, just take me with you on the next mission, we'll do it together."

A handful of cigarette ash fell in front of Chen Yang: "What are you doing with us?"

Xiangdong said: "Chatting."

Chen Yang: “…”

"My ID number is seven digits long. I guess I don't have the authority to live with a partner even if I find one. I can only hang out with you guys." Xiangdong smiled at Chen Yang in a rogue manner.

“I suggest not to.”

Chen Yang raised his thumb and pointed at the car window next to him: "He hates you."

Then he said before running away to the east: "You don't like him either."

"Bringing personal grudges into the mission world will delay the progress of finding clues. It is very dangerous." Chen Yang said seriously.

Xiangdong was blocked by Chen Yang's last words. Indeed, facing people with crippled legs in the mission world is just asking for trouble. They are an eyesore, so how can he have the mind to check the mission information

The passenger door was pushed open from the inside, and Chen Yang staggered due to the force.

Chao Jian's eyes were dark: "Are you done talking?"

"It's over." Chen Yang put out the cigarette and walked around to the driver's seat.

Xiangdong said to Chao Jian while shouting to Chen Yang: "Baby, let's chat on WeChat."

The answer he got was the loud slam of a car door.

"Tsk." Xiang Dong's mouth twisted. The little brat had multiple personality disorder, mental trauma, and a crippled leg. He was such a rotten character, yet he dared to act like the queen in front of him.

The mission world is the most challenging part in terms of strength. When Chen Yang meets someone who is more compatible with you, you will cry.

Chen Yang got on the highway, his mind still on Xiangdong's proposal.

He and Chao Jian each have their own secrets, neither of which they have spoken about. It is unknown when they will be able to be truly honest with each other.

If more people were added, the disadvantages would outweigh the advantages.

The car was very quiet. The person in the driver's seat was driving and the person in the passenger seat was sleeping.

Sometimes Chen Yang felt that he could touch the boy's inner world, just like now, he could feel from the silence that the other party did not want to talk to him about mental trauma.

There was a crackling sound on the car window; it was raining.

The wipers swayed left and right, and the scenery along the way turned into countless people living in the raindrops. Chen Yangteng took out his hand, tore off a piece of milk slice and put it into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue and moving it to the side.

When the cell phone rang, Chen Yang accidentally broke the milk tablet into pieces. He asked Chao Jian, who had just woken up, to help take a look.

Chao Jian took the phone from Chen Yang's pocket: "Password."

Chen Yang: “019000.”

He unlocked the door and drew a line with his fingertips: "It's an ugly monster."

Chen Yang asked: "Which ugly one?" The friend request sent by Xiangdong

Chao Jian: "Sun Ugly Bastard."

Chen Yang's brain was slow to react, and it took him a while to figure out the number. He looked at the road and asked, "What happened?"

Chao Jian frowned and said, "He asked if you have time this month, and said he wanted to have dinner with you."

Eat? Chen Yang slurped up the remaining half of his milk slice. Sun Wenjun was very concerned about whether he had finished reading the book, what part of the book he had read, and whether there was anything he didn't understand. He even showed him the dying potted plant as if it was a daily task, and he was fascinated.

They are not suitable to sit at a table to eat for the time being, as it will cause indigestion.

Chen Yang groaned and said, "Please help me push it."

Chao Jian expressionlessly flipped through the emoticon pack, found an emoticon that said "You're too ugly, no date" and sent it to him.

Doctor Sun: …

Doctor Sun: You are not Xiao Yangyang.

At the rehabilitation center, Sun Wenjun typed two words and sent them over.

Doctor Sun: You are

There are multiple red exclamation marks in front.

A message popped up from the bottom.

Xiao Yangyang has enabled friend verification. You are not his friend yet. Please send a friend verification request first. You can chat only after the other party passes the verification. Send friend verification.

Chao Jian stuffed the phone back into Chen Yang's pocket: "I blocked him."

Chen Yang looked at him inquiringly, what's going on

Chao Jian: "He scolded me."

Chen Yang said without hesitation: "Then block him."

"Um."

When Chen Yang found Chen Xishuang's hometown, the sky was dark and raindrops as big as beans hit the ground, splashing his trouser legs wet.

Now there is a big problem.

There is no Chen Xishuang in this village anymore. The villagers don’t remember him, and Chen Yang has no way of finding out which one is his home.

We can only search slowly based on Chen Xishuang's description.

Chen Yang raised his umbrella and looked over. It was blurry. It would be fine if it was a sunny day, but it would be difficult to find it in such heavy rain.

"Square, green tiles..."

Chen Yang stopped talking and said, "Yes, all the houses in the village are like this."

"Let's go back to the car and wait until the rain stops," Chen Yang suggested.

Chao Jian: "Two pear trees."

Chen Yang was stunned: "Did he say this?"

"I said it." Chao Jian.

Chen Yang tried to recall, but no corresponding memory appeared in his mind. When Chen Xishuang was looking for him, Jiang Ren was watching not far away. The eerie atmosphere was very strong, so it was normal for him to miss it.

"Then let's go find it."

Chao Jian's head touched the top of the umbrella. He frowned and bent down a little.

As beautiful as the village was in the rain, the road was also as bad. Every time I stepped on the ground, there was a puddle of mud on the soles of my shoes, which splashed on my pants as I walked.

By the time Chen Yang and Chao Jian found their destination following the clues, their pants and shoes were in a state of disrepair.

Chao Jian's walking stick was covered in mud.

Chen Yang's shoes were soaked with water, and his socks were soaked. He moved his toes and asked, "What excuse can we use to get into the house?"

"Take shelter from the rain." Chao Jian asked him to knock on the door.

Before Chen Yang came, he was still wondering what kind of personalities Chen Xishuang's grandparents would have and whether they would be easy to get along with. But when the old people opened the door for him, all his concerns disappeared.

If Chen Xishuang were still alive, he and the old man standing together would look like a family.

Soon, Chen Yang changed into clean socks and slippers, holding a cup of steaming hot tea in his hand. In front of him was an old house that was very tidy. The air was filled with the smell of time, without vicissitudes, only plainness and tranquility.

Chen Xishuang’s grandparents are the best example of growing old together.

"Are the elderly people in your family still alive?" Chen Yang blew the tea leaves and asked Chao Jian casually.

"Not here." Chao Jian said.

"My family's are gone too." Chen muttered as he looked up at the spider webs in the corner of the house. The four old people were gone. Perhaps they passed away too early and he didn't have much impression of them.

"Xiao Chen, please sit down." Grandma Chen came over with some melon seeds and peanuts.

Chen Yang responded with a smile.

"Xiao Chao, does your leg hurt?" Grandma Chen found a clean rag and handed it to Chao Jian. "How about I ask my husband to call someone to take a look at you?"

"No need." Chao Jian took the rag and wiped the mud off his pants.

Grandma Chen could see that the child was aloof and didn't like to get close to people. She was still the best child in the Chen family. She always had a smile on her face, her eyes were clear and bright, and she looked very energetic.

I don't know if she has a date. If not, she can give...

Alas, no, there is no one around who is worthy of it.

The old man's likes and dislikes are all shown on his face, pure and simple.

The more Grandma Chen looked at Old Chen's house, the more satisfied she became.

Chen Yang chatted with them for a while, then watched Grandma Chen go to the kitchen to help Grandpa Chen. He put the teacup on the table and picked up a peanut to peel.

"You have a weak sense of defense and are not wary at all. Aren't you afraid that we are scammers?"

"You're so old now, and you can see the end of your family at a glance. This is all you have, what can you cheat of?" Chao Jian wiped his pants.

"That's right." Chen Yang poured the peanuts into his hands and twisted off the outer layer of skin. "You wipe it clean now, but it will be dirty when we go out."

Chao Jian: “…”

Because of the rain, it got dark quickly. When a small pile of peanut shells piled up in front of Chen Yang, it was already dark outside.

Chao Jian was still wiping his trouser legs.

Four rags had already been changed. Chen Yang looked at Chao Jian as if he was looking at a stubborn little kid. If he couldn't persuade him, he would give up. He patted the crumbs on his hands and turned to go to the kitchen to help the old man.

Chao Jian threw the dirty rag on the ground, walked to the eaves with crutches to watch the rain.

From the kitchen came the sounds of pots and pans, cooking, the smell of oil smoke, and bursts of laughter.

It tastes like home.

The anger between Chao Jian's brows gradually dissipated.

The old man has been lonely for a long time, so when he sees a kitten or a puppy passing by, he will warmly welcome them and want them to keep him company, even if only for a short while.

Chen Yang and Chao Jian stayed and had dinner.

A plate of tender Chinese cabbage, a plate of salted fish, a plate of cabbage stewed with bacon, a plate of fried shrimps and dried radish, and a vegetable and egg soup.

Very rich.

The two old people didn’t have so many dishes during the Chinese New Year.

Chen Yang drank a sip of the rice wine made by Grandpa Chen. It tasted sour and sweet and was very appetizing. He unconsciously changed to a very relaxed sitting position, with his right leg resting on his left leg and shaking his feet.

He was shaking comfortably, and his ill-fitting slippers fell off and hit Chao Jian's instep.

Chao Jian paused in picking up the food.

Chen Yang quietly put on his slippers and continued eating as if nothing had happened.

"Xiao Chen, where are you from? From Qingcheng or other places?" Grandma Chen didn't move her chopsticks much. She sat opposite and looked at Chen Yang with kind eyes.

Chen Yang said: "The one at Sanlian Bridge."

"Sanlian Bridge..." Grandma Chen seemed to be thinking of something long ago, but she couldn't remember it. She tidied her white hair behind her ears and said, "It's not close to here. Are you visiting relatives?"

"No... Well, I guess so."

Grandma Chen wanted to ask more, but Grandpa Chen's elbow was broken. He was already so old, but he kept talking at the dinner table. Don't people mind? Eat!

Why do you care about me? When Grandma Chen saw her husband glaring at her, she glared back without saying a word.

Chen Yang didn't know that the two old men were fighting like children. He leaned over to Chao Jian's ear and said, "Would you like to try some rice wine? It's delicious and refreshing."

Chao Jian finished the food in his mouth and licked it off with chopsticks.

"acid."

Chen Yang stared at the boy blankly. His sister was like this when she was little. He unconsciously coaxed her in a gentle tone, "It will be sweet in a while."

Chao Jian seemed to have really listened to Chen Yang's words. He waited for a while and then frowned and said, "No."

“Not sweet,” he said.

"How can it not be sweet? It's so sweet." Chen Yang picked up the cup and drank the rice wine.

"It's sweet." He took a few more sips and nodded seriously at Chao Jian, "It's sweet."

Brother didn’t lie to you. Chen Yang almost said the second half of the sentence. He missed his sister. It would be great if she was still alive.

The two old men had not eaten yet, and four eyes were looking at them.

"Rice wine has both sour and sweet flavors." Grandpa Chen is very confident in his winemaking skills. "It's not just sour without sweetness."

Chen Yang smiled and said, "Yeah, this is the taste of the wine my grandfather brewed. My brother was just teasing me."

The atmosphere at the table returned to normal.

Actually, Chen Yang didn't want to eat much. After all, he was in someone else's home and it was their first time meeting, so he had to be more careful. But Grandma Chen was so kind that she didn't eat herself, but kept picking food for him and watching him eat. As he ate, he ate more.

By the time he came back to his senses, almost all the food on the table had been eaten.

Grandma Chen was happy, and Grandpa Chen's mouth corners were also slightly curved. The two old people liked the pair of brothers who came to their house to take shelter from the rain tonight.

Taking advantage of the good atmosphere, Grandma Chen asked Chen Yang and Chao Jian to stay overnight at their place. She said there was a room in the south with beds and quilts ready.

Chen Yang's hand that was touching the round belly paused. That was where Chen Xishuang lived. He looked at Chao Jian and asked, "Should we stay here for one night and go back tomorrow morning?"

Chao Jian glanced at the lightning and thunder outside, then looked at Chen Yang who was willing to be invaded by the smell of home. After a few moments of silence, he said, "Okay."

In the kitchen, Grandma Chen was serving leftovers from the pot when she suddenly said, "Old Chen, I don't know what's going on, but I think we should have a grandson."

Grandpa Chen was boiling another pot at the entrance of the pot, which was full of water for washing his face and feet at night. When he heard his wife say this, he lost his grip on the tongs and almost hit his foot.

"What do you mean by should? Your son and your daughter-in-law don't want grandchildren. Dink, don't you know?"

Grandma Chen packed up the leftovers and scraped the rice crust from the bottom of the pot with a spatula. She sighed, "If they had wanted it, my grandson would have gone to college."