The incident of a middle-aged man falling asleep on the train was like an episode that passed quickly.
After discussing for a while, everyone's attention quickly turned to other things, eating melon seeds when they should, and coaxing the children when they should.
Zhang Heng took the opportunity to fetch water and scanned the carriage, but he didn’t see anyone acting strangely. Before contacting you again, you always looked unhappy (#`O′). The message from you, the person who did it was indeed There's a good chance he's not in the car.
After returning to his seat, the TOEFL girl was still chatting with Zhang Heng happily. Zhang Heng responded, but on the other hand, his mind was still stuck on what happened before. Obviously, this matter would not end like this. The three major guilds have been offering rewards for the mysterious woman who suddenly appeared at the auction that night.
In addition to the fact that the other party has tricked everyone and the three major guilds want a place, the more important thing is to retrieve the B-level prop [Death Dream] from the latter. Such a big killer weapon has not been found for a day, everyone They can't feel at ease, after all, no one knows whether what happened to the former president of Silver Wings will happen to them.
However, because Zhang Heng has been in a single-player state, the only single-player competitive copy he encountered other players did not survive except him. It is relatively safe and will not be selected as a target under normal circumstances. In addition, he changed seats before. It should be just an accident that the other party chose the person sitting next to him to take action.
Nothing special happened until the train arrived at the station.
The TOEFL girl wanted to ask Zhang Heng for contact information, but in the end she was too shy to say it. Seeing Zhang Heng disappearing into the sea of people with a backpack on his back and a suitcase in his hands, she couldn't help but feel a sense of loss in her heart. It felt like she knew the two of them would never see each other again.
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Zhang Heng didn't want to trouble his grandfather, but the latter still came to the station to pick him up, driving his old Volkswagen.
Zhang Heng hugged his grandfather outside the exit, then put his luggage in the trunk and sat in the passenger seat. This reminded him of another thing. Although he was apprenticed to Takeda in the Tokyo Drift dungeon. Tetsuya learned a beautiful drifting technique and even won a death race, but he still couldn't drive in the real world.
Since he doesn't have a driver's license yet, maybe he should take the time to get his driver's license.
"How is school life?" Grandpa asked while driving.
"Not bad, 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 things could be understood and accepted by others, even if his grandfather knew , there is nothing to do except worry about him.
However, with the matter of Zavier's investigation in front of him, Zhang Heng had considered whether he should indirectly remind his grandfather to pay attention to similar dangers. But then he thought about it. Even if ordinary people knew about this kind of thing in advance, it would be difficult to do anything effective. When the reaction came, I gave up.
Moreover, as an older generation of intellectuals, my grandfather only had a firm belief in Marxism, so he himself would not be likely to be involved in such a thing.
"You seem to have matured a lot during this time." Grandpa looked at Zhang Heng in the rearview mirror and paused, "Very good, don't be as frivolous as your father. A man should behave like a man and do as much as possible. Talk less and let your actions speak.”
"Then why did you marry your mother to him in the first place?" Zhang Heng asked, opening the CD box on the side and pulling out a copy of "Qili Xiang". This album was about as old as the car. Zhang Heng skillfully It was 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 grandmother."
Zhang Heng smiled and said nothing more.
Half an hour later, the car drove to the place where I lived. Grandpa's community was divided into units. However, because it was built relatively early, there was no underground parking lot planned, so we had to add parking spaces on the roadside later.
After his grandfather parked the car, Zhang Heng got out of the car and took down his suitcase. During this period, he also met several residents in the same building, because everyone worked in the same unit before, and there were basically people upstairs and downstairs. They are acquaintances. Zhang Heng used to run around in the courtyard when he was a child, and many people visited him.
At times like this, I had to stop and say hello, so I walked a few minutes longer in just a few steps.
Back home, grandpa reheated the meal that had been prepared in advance. During the meal, he talked about Zhang Heng's parents. At Christmas, Zhang Heng received a call from the two of them saying that they would come back to celebrate the New Year this year, but the two The specific time was not mentioned, and the flight tickets were not booked until a few days ago.
The two of them will take a flight four days later to Shanghai first, and then transfer back. Although grandpa is quite dissatisfied with the two of them enjoying themselves abroad in recent years, it can be seen that he still values this Chinese New Year family reunion. I started preparing various ingredients a week ago, and also took out the Moutai that I had treasured for a long time.
It always feels good to go home, especially these six months have been extremely complicated and long for Zhang Heng.
After taking a shower, he walked into his bedroom with his backpack, pressed the switch on the wall, and the lights turned on. Zhang Heng looked around and found that the place had not changed much from when he left.
Except for the new sheets and quilts, everything else remains the same as before. The Hulk figures and Spider-Man figures he bought when he was in junior high school are still displayed on the bedside shelf in the classic postures of Bruce Lee and Otland. , the now antique PSP was stuffed at the bottom of the drawer, where there were also several 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 no longer has to think about what happened in the previous dungeon, nor does he need to guess the thoughts of the people around him. This is probably the meaning of home.
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Zhang Heng slept until ten o'clock, then had breakfast and began to help his grandfather with the New Year's cleaning. They started from the study, dug out the knickknacks that had been stuffed everywhere, and wiped them clean. Re-categorize and place.
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 his grandfather standing on the other side suddenly; on the other side, holding a photo album in his hand, he fell into into contemplation.
Zhang Heng put down the BB camera and walked over.
This photo album must be quite old, and the photos in it are all yellowed, but you can still see the faces of the people in it, which is a girl with a sweet smile and a young man with a serious face.
"She looks very beautiful." Zhang Heng said.
"Yeah, that's why I always say that she has a bad taste. There were many young men pursuing her back then, but she actually chose me in the end." Grandpa wiped his glasses and said with emotion, "I was very average in all aspects of school at that time. , just a nerd who doesn’t understand the style. I can still remember that I was too nervous when taking pictures. The people in the photo studio asked me to relax a little, but I just couldn’t laugh no matter what, so I could only take pictures with her with a sullen face. After seeing this picture, she always said that I looked very arrogant at that time.”
While grandpa was talking, a photo slipped out of the album.
