Chapter 325

The incident of middle-aged people falling asleep on the train was like a small episode that passed quickly.

After discussing for a while, everyone's attention quickly turned to other things, those who should eat melon seeds, and those who should coax children.

Zhang Heng took the opportunity of fetching water to scan the carriage, but he didn't see any guy behaving abnormally. Before contacting you, you always looked unhappy (#`O') before contacting the message, the person who did it is indeed Most likely not in the car.

After returning to their seats, the TOEFL girls were still chatting with Zhang Heng in high spirits. Zhang Heng responded, but on the other hand, his mind was still on what happened before. Obviously, this matter will not end like this. The three major guilds have been offering a reward for the mysterious woman who suddenly appeared at the auction that night.

In addition to the fact that the three major guilds wanted a place because the other party played everyone, the more important thing is to retrieve the B-level item [Death Dream] from the latter. Such a big killer has not been found in a day, everyone I can't feel at ease, after all, no one knows whether the experience of the former president of Silver Wings will happen to him.

However, because Zhang Heng has been in a stand-alone state, the only one-player competitive instance that encounters other players has survived, but he is relatively safe. Under normal circumstances, he will not be selected as a target. In addition, he changed seats before. It was just an accident that the person who chose the seat next to him did something.

Nothing special happened until the train arrived at the station.

TOEFL girls wanted to contact Zhang Heng, but in the end they were too shy to be able to say it. Seeing Zhang Heng disappear into the crowd with his backpack and suitcase on his back, a sense of loss could not help but feel in his heart. She felt that she knew that the two should never see each other again.

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Zhang Heng didn't want to trouble his grandfather, but the latter still picked him up at the station, driving his old Volkswagen.

Zhang Heng hugged his grandfather outside the exit, then put his luggage in the trunk and sat in the co-pilot seat, which reminded him of another thing, although he was apprenticed to Takeda in the copy of Tokyo Drift at the beginning. Tetsuya, learned a nice drifting technique and 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 down as well.

"How's school life?" Grandpa asked as he drove.

"It's not bad, it's just the same." Even if there was no warning from the weirdo in Tang suit, Zhang Heng would not tell his grandfather what happened during this time, let alone whether such a thing could be understood and accepted by others, even if the grandfather knew , couldn't do anything but worry about him.

However, with the Xavier investigation ahead, Zhang Heng thought about whether he should indirectly remind his grandfather of similar dangers, but after thinking about it, even if ordinary people knew about this kind of thing in advance, it would be difficult for ordinary people to do anything effective. The reaction came, and it was done.

Moreover, as an intellectual of the older generation, my grandfather only had a firm belief in Marxism, so he should not 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 look like a man, try to do as much as possible. Talk less, speak with action."

"Then why did you marry your mother to him in the first place?" Zhang Heng asked, opened the CD case on the side, and pulled out a piece of "Qilixiang". This album is almost as old as this car. Zhang Heng skillfully put It plugs into the car CD player.

After a while, Jay Chou's voice echoed in the car.

Grandpa snorted coldly, "Your mother has bad eyesight since she was a child. It should be inherited from your grandmother."

Zhang Heng smiled and said nothing.

Half an hour later, the car drove to the place where I lived. My grandfather's community belonged to unit housing, but because it was built relatively early, there was no underground parking lot planned, so we could only add parking spaces on the roadside later.

When my 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 basically both upstairs and downstairs were used. They are acquaintances. Zhang Heng used to run around the courtyard when he was a child, and many people have been there.

At times like this, I had to stop and say a few words, so I just walked a few more minutes.

Back at home, my grandfather reheated the meal that had been prepared in advance, and 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 this year for the New Year, but the two The exact time was not stated, and the ticket was not booked until a few days ago.

The two will take a flight to Shanghai in four days, and then transfer back. Although my grandfather is quite dissatisfied with the two people's reluctance in foreign countries these years, it can be seen that he still values ​​this New Year's family reunion, early. I started to prepare various ingredients a week ago, and I also took out Maotai, which has been treasured for a long time.

It always feels good to go home, especially for Zhang Heng this half a year is extraordinarily complicated and long.

After taking a shower, he carried his backpack into his bedroom, pressed the switch on the wall, and the light came on. Zhang Heng looked around and found that there was not much change here and when he left.

Except for the new sheets and quilts, everything else remains the same as before. The Hulk and Spider-Man figures he bought in junior high school are still on the bedside shelf in the classic poses of Bruce Lee and Altland. , The psp that is now an antique is stuffed at the bottom of the drawer, where there are several posters of SHE and Jay Chou.

Zhang Heng threw the backpack in front of the writing desk, and then threw himself on the bed.

At this moment, he finally no longer has to think about the things that happened in the previous copy, and he no longer needs to guess the thoughts of the people around him. This is probably the meaning of home.

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Zhang Heng got up at ten o'clock, ate breakfast, and began to help his grandfather to clean up before the New Year. They first cleaned up from the study, turned out the gadgets that were stuffed everywhere, wiped them clean, and then sorted them into groups. bit.

Zhang Heng was still under the bookcase and found an unopened BB machine. He was a little hesitant about what to do with it. At this time, he saw the grandfather on the other side suddenly standing on the other side, holding a photo album in his hand, and fell into In contemplation.

Zhang Heng put down the BB machine and walked over.

This album should be quite old, and the photos in it are all yellowed, but I can still see the appearance of the people above. It 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 her vision is not good. There were many young men who pursued her, but she chose me in the end." Grandpa wiped his glasses and said with emotion, "I was very ordinary in all aspects of school at that time. , I'm just a nerd who doesn't understand the style, I can still remember that I was so nervous when I was taking pictures, the people in the photo studio let me relax a little bit, but I just couldn't laugh no matter what, I could only take pictures with her with a sullen face After seeing this portrait, she always said later that I looked very pretentious back then."

While Grandpa was talking, a photo slipped out of the album.