I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 404: Playback and fast forward

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Chen Feng stayed in Boston for seven days, mainly visiting various universities as a visiting scholar, getting in touch with different university professors and outstanding students.

When the right opportunity arises, he also goes to the stage to say a few words from time to time. Quan regards it as an encouragement to his younger generation.

Chen Feng certainly will not aimlessly, he is secretly observing candidates, sending some business cards everywhere, leaving some contact information to pave the way for his next overall arrangement,

With his current memory, he's not afraid that too many people he knows won't be able to remember their names.

He can basically match people as soon as they meet, and the other person's next life history begins to automatically play in his mind. By the way, according to the "planning", he deduces the possible direction of the other person's life if he intervenes.

The things in Boston were pretty much handled. Chen Feng flew to Los Angeles and checked into a villa in Newport Beach.

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

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

This afternoon, he was sitting with his legs crossed in an open-air teahouse on the side of the street in Los Angeles' Chinatown, holding a bowl of Gaiwan tea, which is already rare in China, chatting with a few old Chinese who worked here in the early years.

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

The quaint Chinatown is full of people.

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

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

Asians, Africans, Saxons and other races consume food and drink in a harmonious and orderly manner on the streets, the world is stable, the years are quiet, and there is no noise or smashing.

Chen Feng took another sip of the broken-leaf tea, which didn't taste very good, and felt inexplicably very fragrant.

It's not the tea that fragrant, it's the mood.

He hadn't experienced such a comfortable life for almost half a year.

He hasn't caught his breath since tying himself to the chariot to save civilization.

Now that I've been stealing for half a month, it's very comfortable to let my mind empty.

"Boss Chen is very young and has a great business."

An old man with a Bashu accent looked at Chen Feng cheerfully.

This old man with glasses that can see whirlpools must be in his eighties at least, but he is in good spirits and sounds like a bell.

The old man is very knowledgeable, just by looking at Chen Feng's clothes and the watch on his hand, you can know that this young man has an extraordinary origin.

Chen Feng listened to this accent and remembered his grandfather Chen Mo, he felt cordial, and he said cheerfully and modestly: "The old gentleman is too famous, his business is not big, he is just eating."

The old man squinted his eyes and floated on Chen Feng's hand, "I'm wearing all the Rolex, and I'm still eating. This piece in your hand is genuine. I know the goods."

The old man turned back and pointed to the watch shop across the street and said, "Have you seen that old Hu repair watch shop? I run it. My son repairs watches in it. I usually only sell when the antiques that I bid for come."

Chen Feng Xunsi met someone who knew how to do it, but he no longer covered it up, "It's okay."

The old man took the pole again and said, "Have you seen that Chinese restaurant on the street again? My buddy is always open, the chef, and the level is very high. He cooked for leaders decades ago."

Chen Feng nodded, "Oh oh oh, that's pretty cool, I'll have to go and have a taste later."

"Hey, that's not what I'm going to tell you about. Old Zhang's granddaughter is alright, and you're a good match for the guy. The girl's family is also beautiful and neat, and I'll introduce you to the young people?"

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, then almost laughed out loud, and quickly shied away, "No, no, you're welcome."

"Hey, what age is it, the young man is still shy. Let's try it first. If it suits you, continue to deal with it. If it doesn't suit you, divide it. Those domestic rules are not popular here."

Master Chen expressed fear, and secretly decided to go out in ordinary clothes in the future.

The old man started his head here, and the other old men followed you and said everything, so enthusiastic.

The old man suddenly remembered something, "By the way, I haven't asked my little brother where is your hometown?"

Chen Feng thought about it for a while, and said the county seat of his grandfather Chen Mo.

The old man's tricks gradually became brighter, but he asked suspiciously: "Huh...the accent doesn't look like it?"

Chen Feng: "I came out early when I was young."

The old man from Bashu Township was surprised, "Oh, oh, oh! Hey! It's a coincidence, fellow! I came from this county too!"

Chen Feng also has bright eyes.

The world is so big, but it feels good to be able to meet someone in a foreign land.

"What's the name of the guy's family? Maybe someone I know, our Xiaopo County is so big, everyone knows everyone. I only went back two months ago to sweep the graves of my old comrades. "

Chen Feng said: "My grandfather's name is Chen Mo."

"Huh?" The next second, the old man's expression changed greatly, "Which Chen Mo?"

"Er Dong Chen, ink of ink."

"Was your grandfather a soldier when he was young? He fought in Vietnam? Your parents are also soldiers?"

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes."

The other old men beside them noticed something and cheered up one by one.

The old man of Bashu was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Your parents died in 1998?"

The other old men quit.

"What are you doing, Lao Hu!"

"Did you ask that?"

Chen Feng hummed, "Yes."

The old man of Bashu, who is called Lao Hu, stomped his foot and slapped his thigh heavily, "Did you get lost when you were young?"

"Yes." Chen Feng also knew that he had met his grandfather Chen Mo's acquaintance, and his heart, which had not been beating for a long time, gradually accelerated.

"That's you!" Lao Hu stood up abruptly, grabbing Chen Feng's shoulder with a rough big hand, "When I went back to visit Brother Chen's grave, the neighbors also said that Brother Chen's grandson was found. He too I still can't believe you buried it. I mean, why do you look good to me, you look like Brother Chen when he was young, and of course you are more like when your father was a child."

"I hugged him when he was just a full moon. Your grandfather and I are dead comrades in arms. I am an observer and he is a sniper. Let's not talk about the marksmanship of your grandfather when he was young. It's very fierce. Your dad is also a good seedling, but... hey! Anyway, I... my motherfucker, this world is such a motherfucker!"

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

I have to say that fate is wonderful.

He never met his parents and only spoke to his grandfather before he died.

Chen Feng knows where his roots lie. This concept is very clear in his mind, but sometimes it is erratic and unable to figure it out.

Because the old Chen family has no relatives, when Chen Feng buried Chen Mo, only a few friends of his grandfather in his seventies and eighties really came to see him off.

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

Until now, when he met this old man, Chen Feng suddenly understood what root was.

Actually, the roots of Chinese people are not somewhere, nor will it be a certain building, not a certain mountain, or a certain river, but that the ancestors have been rooted in one place for generations, and it takes ten years and a hundred years, a little bit The interpersonal communication formed by the emotional link between people that slowly spreads out.

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

Now he is in Los Angeles Chinatown, separated by oceans, when he sees his grandfather's old friend again, and finally understands.

This is the root.

"Come with me, Xiao Chen, 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!"

"Shut up! Old man Sun didn't give me the money to fix the watch last time! Hurry up!"

Old man Hu pulled Chen Feng into his watch repair shop three times and twice, and then stepped on the wooden ladder to the second floor, frightened old man Hu's son, who was also over fifty years old, shouted to remind him to slow down.

Chen Feng was first settled in the study.

"Wait first, I'll go to the roof and attic to find the boxes."

Chen Feng hummed and looked around.

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

Old man Hu walked too quickly and forgot to turn on the light.

Light pours in from a small window, and through the beam one can see the gray dust rolling in waves.

It didn't take long for the old man to go downstairs carrying a solid wood box.

Seeing this, Chen Feng hurried up to help.

After the box was placed on the Taishi chair, old man Hu sighed while rubbing his waist, "I could carry three of these boxes by myself when I was young."

"Hmm, Grandpa Hu, you will grow stronger as you age."

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 opens.

Chen Feng gently opened the box.

A strong mothball smell hits my face.

Neatly stacked inside...a lot of woolen pants, and a thin photo album.

There is no need for old man Hu to teach, Chen Feng picked up the album and opened it by himself.

The album contains several plastic-enclosed, yellowed, black-and-white photos.

Most of the photos are of two people.

Chen Feng recognized the two at a glance.

He is taller, with thicker eyebrows, a squarer face, and a heavier aura. This is 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.

"Look at your grandfather's gun-carrying posture? Handsome?

Old Man Hu smiled a lot of Chen Feng, and then said: "The more you look, the more similar you are, and the smell on your body is also similar, you are a soldier? But it doesn't look like it, you are not allowed to wear Rolex in the army. Wait... Hiss...Xiao Chen, if you come here to carry out the mission, you must pay attention to safety."

Chen Feng knew where he wanted to go in seconds, he couldn't help laughing and crying.

How can I tell you, I just went to Area 52 and slapped a brigadier general in the face, and no one dared to move more in front of me?

"No, it's not that mysterious, I've never been a soldier."

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

Chen Feng flipped through the photos again, but saw a photo of Chen Mo leaning against a tree, with his hands on his thighs, a hole in the front of his thigh, and blood in the hole.

There is no old man Hu in this photo.

Old man Hu craned his neck to look over and said slowly: "This battle is particularly dangerous. At that time, we were on an investigation mission together and were surrounded. My marksmanship was not good, so I gave him all the guys. The people shot the two of us up, knocking down seven or eight, literally scaring off the guerrillas of about 30 people. But he was hit in the leg, and I didn't know about it. The photo is of reinforcements coming in. , after we were safe, he asked me to take a photo after he sat on the ground. Said it was a souvenir."

About ten minutes later, Chen Feng closed the photo album and asked in confusion, "Grandpa Hu, I didn't see any of these things when I was packing up Grandpa's belongings. Didn't he leave a single photo of himself?"

"Well, after your parents' accident, he couldn't get out of his mind for a while. Although he doesn't regret letting your dad join the army, looking at these photos, he always remembers how your dad admired him when he was a child. So touching the scene makes love. When I went back in 2001, he asked me to take it all away~IndoMTL.com~ Chen Feng pointed to the wool pants next to him and asked, "Then what are these? "

"After you got lost, your grandmother knitted two pairs of wool pants every year. You started knitting when you were two years old and continued to knit until you were eighteen. There are sixteen in total here. Your grandma passed away in 2007, and I am When I went back to see your grandfather in eight years, he said that my little grandson had just been born and he could use it, so he let me take it away. But my little grandson didn’t like to wear it after the age of five, and I wore these four pairs several times from the age of two to five. , the back ones are brand new and have never been touched. I actually wanted to contact you earlier, so that I could give you everything, but those turtle sons in the county said that you are a big boss and a busy person, so they won't let me call you to disturb you. .Now, return to the original owner."

Chen Feng leaned over, and his fingers held the cotton and linen wool pants that were of average quality and rough to the touch.

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

Finally, he just nodded lightly, "Well, thank you Grandpa Hu."

In just over half an hour, Chen Feng suddenly felt that his life was first pressed by the playback button, and then fast-forwarded for decades.

He feels human again.