I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior

Chen Feng spent seven days in Boston, visiting various universities mainly as a visiting scholar, contacting different university professors and outstanding students.

Whenever he encounters the right opportunity, he will come up to the stage to say a few words from time to time. Quan regards it as an encouragement to the younger generation.

Chen Feng certainly does not aimlessly. He is observing candidates in secret, sending out some business cards everywhere, leaving some contact information, and paving the way for his next overall planning,

Today’s memory is not afraid that too many people I know can’t remember their names.

He can basically match people up as soon as they meet, and the next life history of the other person starts to play in his mind automatically. By the way, according to the "Planning", it is deduced that if he intervenes, the other person's life will be next Possible direction.

Things in Boston are almost the same. Chen Feng took the flight to Los Angeles and lived in a villa in Newport Beach.

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

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

This afternoon, he was sitting in an open-air cafe on the side of the street in Chinatown in Los Angeles with Erlang legs upright, holding a bowl of tea with a tureen, which is already rare in China, and a few old Chinese who came here to work hard in their early years. Chatting and chatting.

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

People coming, people going in the antique Chinatown.

The vermilion lacquer signboards written in traditional Chinese and English on both sides of the street look a little messy, but they are chaotic.

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

Asian, African, Saxon and other races consume and drink harmoniously and orderly on the streets. The world is stable and the years are quiet, without any noise or smashing.

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

The fragrance is not tea, but mood.

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

Since he tied himself to the war chariot that saves civilization, he hasn't caught his breath.

Now that I have been stealing for half a month, I feel very comfortable when I empty my mind.

"Chen Boss is young and he has done a lot of business."

An old man of Bashu native speaker happily looks at Chen Feng.

This old man wearing glasses that can see vortex must be in his eighties, but he has a very good spirit and sounds like a bell.

The old man knows the goods very well. Just by looking at Chen Feng's clothes and the watch on his hand, you can know that the youngster background is quite extraordinary.

Chen Feng listened to this local accent and thought of grandfather Chen Mo. He felt cordial. Happily’s modestly said: "Old Mister is too famous, and the business is not big. It’s just a mess."

old man squinted his eyes to Chen Feng's hand, "I wear the Rolex, and I am still eating it. This piece in your hand is genuine. I know the product."

old man He turned his head and pointed to the watch shop across the street and said, "You see the Old Hu watch repair shop, right? I opened it. My son repairs the watch in it. I usually do it when the Ancient One comes."

Chen Feng wondered if he met someone who was savvy, but he didn’t cover it anymore, "It’s okay."

The old man climbed the pole again and said: "The young man sees the street again. Is that Chinese restaurant? My iron buddy, Old Zhang, is a chef. The level is very high. I cooked for leaders several decades ago."

Chen Feng nodded, "Oh oh oh, that's quite That’s great. I’ll have to taste it later."

"Hey, this is not what I want to tell you. Old Zhang’s granddaughter is good, and you’re right with the guy. The girl’s house is also right. It’s beautiful and bright. May I introduce your youngsters to meet?"

Chen Feng was taken aback for a moment, then almost laughed out loud, and quickly turned away, "It’s no more, you’re welcome."

"Hey, in what age, young man is still shy. Let's try it first. If it fits, continue with it. If it doesn't fit, it will be divided. The domestic hu and hu rules are not popular here. "

Master Chen expressed that he was scared, and secretly decided that he would go out in ordinary clothes in the future.

The old man started here, and several other old man also followed you to say something to me, too enthusiastic.

The old man in Bashu Township suddenly remembered something, "By the way, I haven't asked Little Brother where is your hometown from?"

Chen Feng thought for a while and talked about grandfather The county seat of Chen Mo.

The old man's tricks gradually shined, 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 suddenly surprised, "Oh, oh! Hey! What a coincidence, fellow! I came out of this county too!"

Chen Feng also has bright eyes. .

Earth is so big, but it feels pretty good to be able to meet old friends in a foreign country.

"What's the name of the young man family? Maybe someone I know, our Xiaopo county is so big, everyone knows everyone. I went back two months ago to give me the old man My comrades swept the tomb."

Chen Feng said: "My grandfather is Chen Mo."

"en?" In the next second, the old man's expression changed drastically, "Which Chen Mo ""

"Erdong Chen, ink ink."

"Did you grandfather serve as a soldier when you were young? Have fought in Vietnam? Your parents are also soldiers?"

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes."

The other old man next to him noticed something, and each one was excited.

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

The other old man stopped doing it.

"Old Hu, what are you silly!"

"Did you ask that?"

Chen Feng hummed, "Yes That’s right."

This old man called Old Hu stomped his foot fiercely, slapped his slap again on his thigh, "young man, did you lose it when you were a kid?"

"Yes." Chen Feng also knew that he might have met grandfather Chen Mo's acquaintance, and his heart that hadn't beaten for a long time gradually accelerated.

"That's you!" Old Hu stood up abruptly, and grabbed Chen Feng's shoulder with his rough hand. "When I went back to sweep Chen's grave, the neighborhood said that Chen's grandson had retrieved it. Here you are. He was buried by you. I still can't believe it. I mean, why are you young man? I look comfortable. You look like Brother Chen when you were young. Of course you are more like your father when you were a kid."

"I hugged him when he was just born at the full moon. Your grandfather and I are deadly comrades. I am an observer and he is a sniper. The Spear Art when your grandfather was young, let’s not talk about it. It’s fierce. Your father is also a good seedling, but...hey! Anyway, I...my fucking, this world is really fucking small!"

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

I have to say that the fate is wonderful.

He has never met his parents, and only said a few words with grandfather before his death.

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

Because the old Chen Family has no relatives, when Chen Feng buried Chen Mo, only a few friends of grandfather, who were in their seventies and eighties, actually came to see off.

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

Until now, when he met the Old Hu head, Chen Feng suddenly understood what root is.

Actually, the roots of Chinese people are not somewhere, nor a certain building, not a certain mountain, nor a certain river, but their ancestors have rooted in the same place for generations, using ten years and a hundred years Time, a little bit of slowly spreading out the emotional links between people to form interpersonal communication.

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

Now when he meets grandfather's deceased in Los Angeles Chinatown, which is far away from the ocean, he finally understands.

This is the root.

"Little Chen, come with me, I have something for you to see."

Old Hu grabbed Chen Feng and ran across the street.

Chen Feng said anxiously: "The tea money hasn't been given yet!"

"Fart! Old Sun didn't give me the money to repair the watch last time! Hurry up! Click!"

Old Hu dragged Chen Feng into his watch repair shop with the first three times, and then stepped on the wooden ladder to go up to the second floor choked with fright. Old Hu's head was also over half a hundred years old. His son yelled to remind him to slow down.

Chen Feng was first settled in the study.

"Wait first, I'll go to the top and loft to look through the boxes."

Chen Feng hmmed and looked around.

The second floor is much quieter than the first floor, and the noise from the street cannot be heard.

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

rays of light spilled in from a small window, through the beam, you can see the gray dust rolling like waves.

It didn't take long before the old man went downstairs with a mouthful of solid wood boxes.

Chen Feng hurried up to help.

After the box was placed on the Imperial Tutor chair, Old Hu rubbed his waist and exclaimed, "When I was young, I could carry three of these boxes by myself."

" Hmm, Hu grandfather, you always grow stronger."

Chen Feng laughed.

"Little Chen, open the box yourself."

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

Click, the lock opened.

Chen Feng gently opened the box.

A strong mothball taste assaults the senses.

There are neat and tidy stacked inside... a lot of woolen pants, and a thin photo album.

Don't use Old Hu to teach, Chen Feng picked up the album and opened it.

There are a number of black and white photos in plastic but yellowed in the album.

Most of the photos are of two people.

Chen Feng recognized these two people at a glance.

The height is taller, the eyebrows are thicker, the face is thicker, and the imposing manner is heavier, just like his grandfather Chen Mo when he was young.

As for Old Hu's head, he wore thick glass glasses when he was young.

"What do you think about the posture of your grandfather carrying the gun? Isn't it handsome? I've always admired him in my entire life. He has a unique style."

Old Hu smiled a lot. Chen Feng said: "The young man really looks more and more like it looks, and the smell on his body is also similar. You are a soldier? But it's not like it. You are not allowed to wear a Rolex in the army. Wait...his...Little Chen, you If you come here to perform tasks, you must pay attention to safety."

Chen Feng knew where he wanted to go in a second, really didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

How can I tell you that I just went to Area 52 and made a brigadier general in the face, so people dare not move more in front of me?

"No, not so mysterious, I have never been a soldier."

Old Hu head: "Oh, oh, oh, what a pity."

Chen Feng flipped through the photo again, but saw a photo of Chen Mo sitting on a tree with his thigh in his hand, a hole in the front of his thigh, and bloody flesh inside the hole.

There is no Old Hu head in this photo.

Old Hu craned his head and looked over, slowly said: "This battle is particularly dangerous. At that time, we were both on a reconnaissance mission and we were surrounded. My Spear Art is not good. Give him all the guys. It was used. He singled out the bullets of the two of us, knocked down seven or eight, and frightened the guerrilla group of thirty or so people. But he got a shot on the leg, I didn't know. The photo was shot by reinforcements. After we were safe, he clicked and sat on the ground and asked me to take it. He said it was a memorial."

Ten minutes later, Chen Feng closed the photo album. Answeringly asked: "Hu grandfather, I didn't see these things when I packed up grandfather's relics. Didn't he keep a photo of himself?"

"Well, he has a paragraph after your parents' accident Time can’t get out. Although he doesn’t regret letting your dad serve as a soldier, but looking at these photos, he always remembers how your dad idolized him when he was a child, so he was very emotional. When I went back in 2001, he let me all I took it away."

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

"After you get lost, your grandma knits two pairs every year. Wool trousers. You started knitting when you were two years old, and have been knitting until you were eighteen. There are a total of sixteen. Your grandma passed away in 2007. When I went back to see your grandfather in 2008, he said that my little grandson was just born. I can use it, let me take it away. But my little grandson doesn’t like to wear it after he is five years old. I have worn these four pieces a few times between the ages of two and five. I want to contact you so that I can give you everything, but the son of a bitch in the county said that you are a Big Boss, a busy man, so I won’t let me call you to disturb you. It’s fine now, and the property will return to the original owner."

Chen Feng leaned down and held the cotton and linen wool pants with average quality and rough hand with his fingers.

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

In the end, he only gently nodded, "Well, thank you Hu grandfather."

In this short period of half an hour, Chen Feng suddenly felt that his life was first pressed by the playback button. , And then fast forward several decades.

He feels like a man again.