Fang Daichuan was finally released. After being detained for 24 hours and interrogated day and night, there was no result.
His parents got the news a long time ago, so they waited in the police station, and they would not leave until they saw him, and stayed in the lobby of the police station. They were all criminal policemen, and they were very familiar with the way the police interrogate prisoners. They were anxious and distressed at the same time, and asked Xiao Zhou to run errands to buy many useful things.
Xiao Zhou felt ashamed, she was the one who stuffed the man into the car, and she reported to the police. When she first saw Fang Daichuan's parents, she felt extremely guilty, and ran errands back and forth without complaining.
When Fang Daichuan was released, Xiao Zhou burst into tears instantly. She has been under too much psychological pressure in the past few days, fearful, and terrified. As early as when Fang Daichuan disappeared, she had been carefully interrogated by the police after reporting the case, but it was not so exaggerated. As soon as Fang Daichuan came out of the guard room, Xiao Zhou could hardly recognize him, stubble appeared on his chin, his face was haggard and pale, and his lips were full of splits. Xiao Zhou was so guilty that his whole heart shrank into a ball.
Fang Daichuan hooked his lips and smiled weakly, touched the top of her head, and said with a smile: "Don't cry, it's so ugly, outsiders must think I've committed a crime." His voice was so hoarse that his throat seemed to be blocked. Sandpaper is average.
"I'm sorry, Brother Chuan'er, I'm sorry..." Xiao Zhou cried so hard that he could barely speak.
Fang Daichuan shook his head and said with a smile: "It's all over, I don't blame you, I didn't pay attention."
His parents stood aside, feeling very sad, Fang Daichuan looked away, not daring to look into his parents' eyes. His father came forward with a few strides, patted him on the shoulder, kept patting him, and cursed: "You brat, brat, you made us so anxious."
Mom knocked off Dad's hand, sniffed, put her arms around her tall son, pressed against his chest, and said, "It's good to be back, it's good to be back."
"Old Fang, I'm sorry, we're following the procedure." The deputy director handed Father Fang a cigarette.
Fang Jin lit a cigarette and took a big puff fiercely, his fingers were trembling.
The outside world has paid a lot of attention to this matter. Fang Daichuan is a star, and his social popularity is there. Without evidence, the police have no way to apply for arrest. The takeaway and courier guys were all stopped to register one by one.
It was easy to monitor, because Fang Daichuan didn't go anywhere and slept at home all day.
Fang Jin cooked for his son.
Fang Daichuan fell into a drowsy sleep all day, opened his eyes and smelled the fragrance of rice, the sound of frying tofu came from the kitchen, and the golden sound of small oil bubbles hitting the tofu and breaking slightly.
Only then did Fang Daichuan realize that he was hungry. He went to the bathroom to wash up, rubbed his face, shaved off his beard, and stared at himself in the mirror in a daze.
The young man in the mirror was thin and silent, with sunken cheeks and dull, lifeless eyes.
Is that Fang Daichuan
Fang Daichuan should always be spiritual.
He looked down at the ring on his hand, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a toolbox on a shelf. Inside, a pair of scissors were placed horizontally on top of the other tools, with sharp blades.
"It's time to eat!" Mom knocked on the bathroom door, and forced a smile outside the door, "You must be hungry, come out quickly, your father made rice for you."
Fang Daichuan froze for a moment, then looked away.
Fang Jin made rice with crab roe and fried tofu with eggs. Grandpa Fang Daichuan's specialty was Fang Daichuan's favorite rice when he was a child. Every time his grandfather cooked rice, he could eat two more bowls.
Put vinegar and minced ginger into the egg yolk, fry until slightly charred, stir fry with fried tofu, and sprinkle a handful of tender chopped green onion before serving out of the pan. Butter hot pot, peeled crab roe and bald butter are sautéed together, the chicken soup that has been hanging for an afternoon slides in and boils, and then pours the hot soup on the cooled rice.
Fang Daichuan was eating absent-mindedly. Through the curling heat, the forced smiles of his parents made the egg yolk stuck in his chest, and he couldn't get up or down.
"Is it delicious?" Fang Jin asked carefully.
Fang Daichuan nodded, but actually didn't taste much at all.
The three of them ate in silence for a while, only the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding at the dinner table.
Mom took a chopstick of water spinach and stuffed it into Fang Daichuan's bowl: "Eat a la carte, don't just grill rice."
Fang Daichuan stuffed it into his mouth absently: "I miss my grandpa."
Fang Jin and Jiang Jie looked at each other.
"Go and see him when you think about it," Jiang Jie smiled, and filled a bowl of soup for her son, "Let's go after dinner."
Grandpa still lives in that small alley, he has a dog, and there is a row of pigeon coops hanging under the eaves. Fang Daichuan got out of the car, and several police cars stopped in the distance, watching him.
"Grandpa!" Fang Daichuan yelled loudly. His grandfather had been deaf for the past two years, so he had to shout to hear him.
The old man turned around, but he was in good spirits: "Yo! My Chuan'er is here! Brat still remember to come and see me!" Grandpa also shouted loudly.
The long and spacious alleys in childhood memories now look narrow and dark.
The chaotic wires cut the narrow line of sky even more fragmented, electric cars are placed against the wall in the alley, and there is Xiao Huang riding back from outside. Neighbors put ropes between the windows, and clothes and sheets were hung outside to dry, mixed with the hostess' underwear and the baby's diapers.
The peddler who sold orange candy didn't know where he was.
"Our neighbor... When I was young, there was a foreign child living there, grandpa, do you still remember?" Fang Daichuan tentatively asked.
Grandpa smiled and threw corn kernels into the open space, and his pigeons flew down to eat them gruntingly, probing the ground with their necks: "Remember, do you still remember? You liked that kid when you were young. Go to it every day." When I came home, I came back to make trouble with your mother, asking your mother to give birth to a little sister for you, and said she would also give me a foreign child to play with. Your mother said that she could not give birth to a foreign child, so she beat you up angrily."
Fang Daichuan didn't remember this at all, and he was a little embarrassed when he heard his grandfather mention it.
"That child was always bullied when he was young. His parents were not at home and he lived alone. It's pitiful. You were fond of fighting injustices when you were young. When Duhu and Zhouzi bullied him, you beat them. They are several years older than you. You I come back with two tubes of nosebleed every day.” The two walked back while talking, the big yellow dog at the door heard the movement, and came out early to greet him, circling around Grandpa’s legs, with his ears sticking to the top of his head, spitting The tongue wants to eat.
Fang Daichuan watched his grandfather tear the ham sausage for the big yellow dog, and stroked him from head to tail while feeding it. The big dog let out a comfortable cooing sound from his throat: "Then grandpa, their family...why didn't they live here later, do you remember?" ?"
Grandpa thought for a while: "I don't know, it seems that something happened. The man in the family died, and the child was taken away by some relative. His family is not a landlord, but rented a house from outside. I'm not familiar with it, who knows where it moved?"
Fang Daichuan sighed.
"He left, and you cried once," the grandfather said happily, "You slapped the door of the house loudly, and insisted that the landlord hid the child and asked him to return it to you. The landlord coaxed you and said, he After returning to the country, I will come back to find you when I grow up, and this is how to coax you."
Fang Daichuan had a sore nose, but he almost didn't cry.
"It was great when I was a child, and I could go to other people's houses and cry," he muttered softly, but his grandfather was deaf and couldn't hear him. "He was hidden again. This time, I don't know if he can be returned to me."
Grandpa scrambled eggs and roasted tofu for him. As he got older, his taste deteriorated and his hands and feet were not sharp. The fried tofu was a bit mushy and he put too much salt, but Fang Daichuan still ate a lot.
"Speaking of which, the other day, I dreamed about you." The old man had a poor appetite and ate little, so the grandfather lit a pot pipe and watched his grandson gobble it up with a smile while smoking.
Fang Daichuan stuffed a mouthful of tofu into his mouth, stretched his neck and swallowed, and asked casually, "What did you dream about me?"
"I dreamed that you were filming on an island. I went to see you. You said that I miss you, grandpa. I found you a foreign wife." I said foreign daughters-in-law are good. They have long legs and big butts, and they are easy to give birth to. You said no, my daughter-in-law has a problem and can’t give birth. I sighed and said, oh, what should I do, you have liked mixed-race children since you were young. Baby, now you can't have a mixed-race child even if you ask for a foreign wife."
Fang Daichuan was stunned.
Grandpa stared at the plain ring in his hand, with a half-smile and a clear expression on his face: "I woke up later, but I couldn't fall asleep. Rhubarb sat with me in the courtyard for half the night. , I also figured it out, hey, anyway, I'm so old, I can't see you having a baby, and I'm content to see you begging for a wife. When I go down, I'll talk to your grandma, let's Chuan'er is promising, and asked a foreign daughter-in-law to be his wife."
Fang Daichuan didn't speak, but lowered his head and gulped down a big mouthful of rice.
Grandpa opened a bottle of rice wine and soaked in medicinal materials such as ginseng and hippocampus, and the two of them filled a glass each in the yard.
"Chuan'er," Grandpa clinked glasses with him, "Grandpa is so old, he wants you to be happy if you don't ask for anything else. If you encounter any troubles, come to Grandpa to talk about it, don't worry about it. Don’t be hard on yourself, work, don’t work too hard. If you want something, go for it yourself, if you don’t want it, forget it, if you don’t have a relationship, don’t be too persistent,” he said, taking a sip of wine, Looking at Fang Daichuan, he sighed, and said affectionately, "Look at how thin my Chuan'er is."