I Really Didn't Want to Be the Savior

Chapter 406

Chen Feng stayed in Boston for seven days, mainly visiting universities as a visiting scholar and contacting different university professors and excellent students.

At the right opportunity, he will go on stage to say a few words from time to time, which is regarded as encouraging the younger generation.

Of course, Chen Feng is not aimless. He is secretly observing candidates, sending out some business cards everywhere and leaving some contact information to pave the way for his next overall arrangement,

With his present memory, he is not afraid that too many people he knows can't remember their names.

He can basically match people as soon as he meets, and the other party's next life resume begins to play automatically in his mind. By the way, he deduces the possible future direction of the other party's life after his own intervention according to the plan.

Things in Boston were almost arranged. Chen Feng flew to Los Angeles and lived in a villa in xingangtan.

He likes to stay here recently. It's not that the scenery here is unique and the air is particularly sweet, but he simply likes it.

Master Chen will never admit that he wants to be closer to Zhong Lei.

That afternoon, he sat cross legged in an open-air teahouse on the street of Los Angeles Chinatown, holding a bowl of covered tea, which is rare in China, and chatted with several old Chinese who came here to work in the early years.

In Los Angeles in early June, the afternoon sun is particularly warm.

People come and go in the antique Chinatown.

The vermilion painted water signs written in traditional Chinese and English on both sides of the street look a little messy, but they are in disorder.

Snack bars, specialty shops, dental shops, hardware stores, Chinese restaurants door-to-door, business is booming.

Asian, African, Saxon and other ethnic groups consume, eat and drink harmoniously and orderly in the streets. The world is stable, the years are quiet, and there is no noise and smashing.

Chen Feng sipped the taste of broken leaf tea, which was not very good, but inexplicably felt very fragrant.

What smells is not tea, but mood.

He has not experienced such a comfortable life for nearly half a year.

He hasn't breathed since he tied himself to the chariot to save civilization.

Now it's very comfortable to steal half a month's leisure and empty your mind.

"Boss Chen is young and does a lot of business."

An old man with Bashu accent looked at Chen Feng happily.

The old man wearing glasses that can see the vortex must be at least eighty years old, but he is in good spirits and sounds like a flood of bells.

The old man knows his goods very well. Just looking at Chen Feng's clothes and his watch, we can know that the young man has an extraordinary origin.

Listening to the local accent, Chen Feng thought of his grandfather Chen Mo and felt kind. He said happily and modestly, "the old man is too famous and his business is not big. He just makes a living."

The old man narrowed his eyes and floated on Chen Feng's hand. "Rolex is wearing it and eating. This one on your hand is authentic. I know the goods."

The old man pointed back to the watch shop across the street and said, "see the old Hu watch shop? I opened it. My son repaired it. I usually have to pay the price when the old Gu Dong comes."

Chen Feng thought that when he met a knowledgeable person, he no longer covered up, "it's OK, it's OK."

The old man put on the pole and said, "young man, do you see the Chinese restaurant on the street again? My iron friend is always open. The chef is very good. He cooked for the leaders decades ago."

Chen Feng nodded, "Oh, oh, that's very powerful. I have to go and smell it later."

"Hey, that's not what I'm going to tell you. Hello, Lao Zhang's granddaughter. You're very right with the boy. The girl's house is also beautiful and bright. Let me introduce you young people?"

Chen Feng was stunned at first, then almost laughed and quickly pushed off, "no, no, you're welcome."

"Hey, what's the age? The young man is still shy. Try it first. If it's appropriate, continue to live. If it's not appropriate, divide it. The domestic rules are not popular here."

Master Chen expressed his fear and secretly decided to go out in ordinary clothes.

The old man started, and several other old men followed you and me. They were too enthusiastic.

The old man in Bashu dialect suddenly remembered something, "by the way, I haven't asked my little brother where you come from in your hometown?"

Chen Feng thought about it and said that his grandfather Chen Mo's county seat.

The old man's move suddenly began to shine, but he asked suspiciously, "eh... Doesn't he have a different accent?"

Chen Feng: "I came out early when I was a child."

The old man with Bashu dialect was surprised and happy, "Oh! Hey! What a coincidence, fellow! I came out of this county!"

Chen Feng also has bright eyes.

The earth is so big, but it feels good to meet old friends in other places.

"Young man, what's the name of my family? Maybe I know someone. Our small and broken county is so big that everyone knows everyone. I went back to sweep the tomb of my old comrades in arms two months ago."

Chen Feng said, "my grandfather's name is Chen mo."

"Hmm?" the next second, the old man's expression changed greatly, "which Chen Mo?"

"Dongchen, the ink of ink."

"Was your grandfather a soldier when he was young? Fought in Vietnam? Your parents were soldiers, too?"

Chen Feng nodded, "yes."

Other old men nearby noticed something and were excited one by one.

Bashu old man was silent for a long time and suddenly asked, "your parents died in 1998?"

The other old men quit.

"Lao Hu, what are you blind for?"

"Did you ask that?"

Chen Feng said, "yes."

The Bashu old man named Lao Hu stamped his foot fiercely, slapped his palm on his thigh again, "young man, did you get lost when you were a child?"

"Yes." Chen Feng also knew that he had met an acquaintance of his grandfather Chen Mo, and his heart, which had not beat for a long time, gradually accelerated.

"That's you!" old Hu fiercely stood up and grabbed Chen Feng's shoulder with a rough big hand. "When I went back to visit brother Chen's grave, the neighborhood said that brother Chen's grandson had been found. He was also buried by you, and I still can't believe it. I mean, young man, I look comfortable with your face. You look like brother Chen when you were young, of course, you look more like your father when you were a child."

"I held him when he was just born at the full moon. Your grandfather and I are sworn comrades in arms. I'm an observer and he's a sniper. Your grandfather's shooting skills when he was young are not to be talked about. He's fierce. Your father is also a good seedling, but... Hey! Anyway, i... I'm fucking, the world is really fucking small!"

Chen Feng's eyes widened, but he didn't believe it.

I have to say the wonder of fate.

He had never met his parents, and only had a few words with his grandfather before he died.

Chen Feng knows that his roots are there. This concept is very clear in his mind, but sometimes he is uncertain and can't figure it out.

Because the old Chen family had no relatives, when Chen Feng buried Chen Mo, only a few friends of his grandfather in their 70s and 80s really came to see him off.

As for those local government officials, they are all aimed at the face of a well-known entrepreneur.

Until now, when he met old man Hu, Chen Feng suddenly understood what root is.

In fact, the root of Chinese people is not in a place, nor is it a building, not a mountain or a river, but interpersonal communication rooted in one place for generations and slowly spread out the emotional links between people in ten years and a hundred years.

Chen Feng didn't feel it before because he didn't.

Now he finally understood when he saw his grandfather's old friend in Los Angeles Chinatown across the ocean.

This is the root.

"Xiao Chen, come with me. I have something to show you."

Old man Hu grabbed Chen Feng and ran across the street.

Chen Feng said anxiously, "the tea money hasn't been given yet!"

"Give me a fart! Old man sun didn't give me the money to repair his watch last time! Hurry up!"

Old man Hu pulled Chen Feng into his watch repair shop, and then stepped on the wooden ladder to the second floor. He was so frightened that old man Hu, also his son over half a hundred, shouted to remind him to slow down.

Chen Feng was settled in his study first.

"Wait a minute. I'll go to the attic and look through the boxes."

Chen Feng made a sound and looked around.

The second floor is much quieter than the first floor, and the noise in the street can't come in.

Old man Hu left in such a hurry that he forgot to turn on the light.

The light came in from the small window. Through the light beam, you can see the gray dust rolling like waves.

Before long, the old man went downstairs with a solid wooden box.

Chen Feng hurried up to give him a hand.

After the box was put on the master's chair, old man Hu rubbed his waist and sighed, "when I was young, I could carry three of these boxes alone."

"Well, Grandpa Hu, you are old and strong."

Chen Feng smiled.

"Xiao Chen, open the box yourself."

Old man Hu sat on the stool next to him and handed Chen Feng an aluminum alloy key.

Click, the lock is open.

Chen Feng gently opened the box.

A strong smell of camphor pills came to my face.

There are a lot of woolen pants and a thin photo album stacked neatly inside.

Without old man Hu's instruction, Chen Feng picked up the album and opened it himself.

There are many plastic wrapped but yellowing black-and-white photos in the album.

Most of the photos are of two people.

Chen Feng recognized them at a glance.

The taller, thicker eyebrows, square face and heavier momentum are exactly what his grandfather Chen Mo looked like when he was young.

As for old man Hu, he wore thick glass glasses when he was young.

"What do you think of your grandfather's posture of carrying a gun? Isn't he handsome? I've worshipped him all my life."

Old man Hu smiled at a large number of Chen Feng and said, "young man, you look more and more like him. You smell like a soldier? But you don't like it. You can't wear Rolex in the army. Wait... Hiss... If you come here to perform your task, you must pay attention to safety."

Chen Feng knows where he wants to go. He can't cry or laugh.

How can I tell you that I just went to area 52 and hit a brigadier general in the face. People don't dare to move more in front of me?

"No, it's not so mysterious. I haven't been a soldier."

Old man Hu: "Oh, alas, it's a pity."

Chen Feng turned over the photo again, but saw a picture of Chen Mo sitting on a tree with his hand pressed on his thigh. There was a hole in the front of his thigh and the blood was blurred in the hole.

There is no old man Hu in this picture.

Old man Hu craned his neck, looked over and said slowly: "It was a very dangerous battle. We were on a reconnaissance mission together and were surrounded. I couldn't shoot well, so I gave him all the guys. He emptied our bullets and knocked down seven or eight by himself, which just scared off the guerrillas of more than thirty people. However, I didn't know that he was hurt in his leg. The photo was of reinforcements coming. After we were safe, he snapped Let me take a picture after sitting on the ground. It said it was a souvenir. "

Ten minutes later, Chen Feng closed the album and asked, "Grandpa Hu, I didn't see these things when I picked up Grandpa's relics. Didn't he leave a picture of himself?"

"Well, after your parents had an accident, he couldn't get out of his heart for some time. Although he didn't regret letting your father become a soldier, looking at these photos, he always remembered how your father admired him when he was a child, so he was touched by the scenery. When I went back in 2001, he asked me to take them all."

Chen Feng pointed to the woolen trousers next to him and asked, "are these?"

"After you got lost, your grandmother knitted two pairs of woolen trousers every year. She started knitting when you were two years old and knitted them until you were eighteen. There were sixteen here. Your grandmother died in 2007. When I went back to see your grandfather in 2008, he said that my little grandson had just been born and could use them. Let me take them away. But my little grandson didn't like to wear them after he was five years old. How many of these four were worn between the ages of two and five Times, the back ones are brand-new and haven't been touched. I actually wanted to contact you earlier to give you everything, but those turtle sons in the county said you were a big boss and a busy man. They didn't let me call you to disturb you. Now it's all right. Return it to its owner. "

Chen Feng leaned down and held the cotton and linen wool pants of ordinary quality and rough feel with his fingers.

He didn't know what to say for a moment.

Finally, he just nodded gently, "well, thank grandpa Hu."

In just half an hour, Chen Feng suddenly felt that his life had been played back first, and then fast forward for decades.

He felt like a man again.