113 Warm Life

Zhou Heyu's grandparents were a simple old couple.

The old man has been dealing with land all his life and has raised three daughters and two sons who are college students.

Before they reached home, the dog in the yard started barking. Song Qixian was a little scared and was pulled behind Zhou Heyu.

"It's okay. This is my dog. It will stop barking when it recognizes you."

Sure enough, the big yellow dog that rushed out of the yard recognized the little master whom he had not seen for a long time, and under the guidance of the little master, he also became familiar with the smell of Song Qixian.

Soon, it also approached Song Qixian, wagging its tail.

My grandparents' house had a beautiful little courtyard. The exterior walls were painted white, with wooden window sills and marble tiles. There were also some trees in the yard, and they were covered with fruit as big as balls.

No one was at home, so Zhou Heyu opened the door and put their luggage back into the room.

Then he said to Song Qixian, "My grandparents should be in the fields. Let's go find them there later."

Song Qixian felt his mood begin to brighten, and he heard his own happy voice.

"good!"

The two of them took off all disguises and there was no need to be so reserved when they got home.

Song Qixian took off his scarf and changed his coat into a warm black down jacket. His face was a little red from the cold.

But the smile on his face never disappeared.

He finds everything about China fresh and familiar.

It was new because he had never lived in a rural area in Korea, and it was familiar because he felt the warmth of home.

Zhou Heyu skillfully led Song Qixian along the path. It was already winter, and the grass was not as green, but still full of vitality.

Zhou Heyu quickly found two elderly people who were working on the crops in the fields. Grandma's hands were still stained with mud. She wiped them on her apron and held Zhou Heyu's hand tightly.

She was very old, with wrinkles reaching the corners of her eyes. She was only as tall as Zhou Heyu's chest, and her back was a little hunched. Song Qixian saw tears in the old woman's cloudy eyes.

For some reason, Song Qixian also felt a little tearful.

Grandpa watched with a smile on his face. Noticing the good friend his grandson brought back, he asked Song Qixian in dialect, "Baby, how old are you?"

Song Qixian didn't understand, so he could only wave his hands and replied in broken Chinese: "I don't know."

Zhou Heyu hugged his grandmother, put his chin on her shoulder, and said coquettishly, "Grandpa, he can't understand the language we speak here. You have to speak Mandarin."

But in the minds of the elderly, speaking Mandarin means repeating the dialect loudly.

Song Qixian still didn't understand, so he could only ask for help from his teammates who were watching the fun.

Zhou Heyu laughed for a while, which saved his teammate who was in trouble and felt a little embarrassed.

"Grandpa, my friend is 19 years old and doesn't want to study anymore."

The four of them returned home, and Grandma complained to Zhou Heyu: "You didn't even call me before you came back so I could go buy some meat. Xiao He, what kind of vegetables does your friend like? I'll go get them."

Zhou Heyu smiled and said, "He likes everything I like. Grandma, please buy some more Houttuynia cordata and make some cold dishes."

Grandma kept saying, "Yes, yes, yes."

Zhou Heyu was very close with his grandmother, while Song Qixian and his grandfather were a little awkward on the other side.

The two of them do not speak the same language. Although Song Qixian can use the Korean-to-Korean conversion software on his mobile phone to express his meaning, his grandfather cannot read and can only speak dialect.

Fortunately, we arrived home soon and the big yellow dog came to greet us.

To avoid embarrassment, Song Qixian went to play with the dog, and Zhou Heyu also came to talk to him.

"What do you think? My grandparents' house is beautiful, right?" Zhou Heyu's tone was full of boasting.

Song Qixian dodged the dog's tongue attack and replied, "Yes, it's really beautiful. I've never seen such a beautiful house. It looks like a small house in anime."

Zhou Heyu was even more proud: "Because it was my parents who took the lead in the renovation, and I also proposed some changes."

Seeing Song Qixian hiding from the dog, he pulled Song Qixian to the balcony on the second floor.

"Look, the scenery here is much better than in the city."

Song Qixian washed his hands, went to the balcony, looked at the beautiful scenery recommended by Zhou Heyu, and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"Wow, it's so beautiful."

In the distance are lush natural green plants, shrouded in white mist, as beautiful as a famous landscape painting.

Zhou Heyu then took Song Qixian to visit every room in his house and showed him photos of himself as a child.

"This was during my June 1st performance at school. Hahaha no, it's too ugly. I need to take a picture as a souvenir."

The Zhou Heyu in the photo looks like a Zhou Heyu who has been shrunk several times. His nose, eyes and mouth look almost the same. There are two blushes on his face and his mouth is red, which makes him look very cute.

Song Qixian shared his childhood with Zhou Heyu. He seemed to be able to see how little Zhou Heyu grew up here. He must be very happy.

They chatted for a long time, with Zhou Heyu sharing his childhood stories and Song Qixian mostly listening. Soon, Zhou Heyu felt a little tired and gradually fell asleep on the bed.

When he woke up again, Zhou Heyu didn't find Song Qixian in the room. Yawning, he went downstairs and saw Song Qixian helping in the kitchen.

Song Qixian was a guest, so how could he be allowed to take action? Zhou Heyu wanted to step forward to replace him, but Song Qixian refused.

"It's okay. I often helped my aunt cook when I was a kid. I can cut vegetables."

Song Qixian's knife skills were indeed very good, and he cut the vegetables quickly and well, so Zhou Heyu did not stop him.

Originally, grandma had a good impression of Song Qixian, a clean and handsome young man. Seeing how diligent he was, she liked him even more and praised him repeatedly: "Hey, I've never seen a boy as diligent as your age. Unlike my Xiaohe, he is very lazy."

Zhou Heyu, who was standing nearby with nothing to do, said:…

Although Song Qixian didn't understand, he roughly knew that it was a compliment to him, and smiled shyly.

The dinner was very sumptuous, not only for the grandson whom he had not seen for a long time, but also for Song Qixian, the guest who came from afar.

There were fish, shrimp, meat, and eggs on the table, but the least important thing was the vegetables. Song Qixian respectfully took a chopstick from each dish.

Every dish felt very novel to Song Qixian. Korean dishes are mostly stewed, and there are rarely as many stir-fried dishes as in China.

As soon as he took a bite, the taste buds on the tip of his tongue told Song Qixian how much he liked the food.

So delicious!

Song Qixian's eyes lit up again and again, but unfortunately in order to avoid gaining too much weight after the holiday, he could only taste a little bit of each dish.

Even though Zhou Heyu kept encouraging him and the two old men kept asking him to eat more, Song Qixian did not lower his bottom line.

When it came to a cold dish, Zhou Heyu became particularly enthusiastic, and Song Qixian keenly sensed something was wrong.

Brother He Yu's expression was very similar to the one he had when he first tricked himself into eating stinky tofu.

Out of distrust for Zhou Heyu, Song Qixian carefully picked up one, and the next moment, his expression became ugly.

But he was embarrassed to spit out the food in front of his grandparents, so Song Qixian forced himself to swallow the unknown object and then drank a lot of water.

Zhou Heyu poured him a glass of water and asked maliciously, "Is it delicious? This is what I miss most when I was abroad."

Song Qixian made a bitter face and replied in Korean: "It's not tasty, very fishy. It tastes like a fish that has been dead for a long time and has not been processed."

Zhou Heyu picked up a few sticks and put them in his mouth, chewing and swallowing them happily. "Really? Why do you people who eat it for the first time say it has a fishy smell? It's delicious. I've been eating it since I was a child."

Song Qixian drank a lot of saliva but couldn't wash away the fishy taste in his mouth, and didn't want to say more about it.

He ate too much for dinner. Song Qixian's bottom line was nothing in front of these delicious dishes. He reminded himself that he must not indulge himself like this tomorrow.

After eating too much, Zhou Heyu took Song Qixian out for a walk.

Zhou Heyu's grandmother's home was said to be in the village, but in fact it was not far from the town, only a few hundred meters away. They soon walked to the brightly lit street.

On the way, they attracted a lot of people's attention.

The town was small, and Zhou Heyu's blond hair was unique. The young people focused more on the handsome faces of Zhou Heyu and Song Qixian.

"Wow, wow, wow, do you recognize those two people? Who are they? They're so handsome. There are such handsome guys in our town."

A middle school girl who went home for winter vacation put on fashionable makeup and wandered around the street with a group of good friends. When she first saw Song Qixian and two handsome guys who would never appear in real life, she was more excited than crazy.

"I don't know. Call me, Old Man, and maybe I can recognize him." (Old Man: Dad's dialect)

"You said, if we invite them over to play, they have to agree, right?"

"I don't think so. They are so much older than us. They look like they are in their twenties. It would be embarrassing to play with them."

Song Qixian heard the chirping sound and turned around to see a group of lively little girls. He didn't say anything, just smiled.

The girls' discussion became louder, as if they wanted to attract the attention of Song Qixian and the other man in front of them.

But to their disappointment, the two handsome guys didn't even look back.

The street was only a few dozen meters long, and there wasn't much to see. But Zhou Heyu's voice was filled with nostalgia: "I haven't been back in years. When I was a kid, I loved going to this street to buy toys."

Song Qixian asked curiously, "What toys do you like? Can I give them to you?"

Zhou Heyu said slowly, "Cars and cards are my favorite toys."

Song Qixian took out ten brand new hundred-yuan bills, thinking that this should be enough.

Zhou Heyu didn't expect Song Qixian to be serious, and stopped him with a smile: "I'm already this old, I don't need toys anymore. Besides, I can buy them myself."

But Song Qixian said, "But I want to give it to you, just like I participated in your childhood. Brother Heyu, thank you for taking me home, and thank you grandpa and grandma for making delicious dishes."

Zhou Heyu understood the gratitude in Song Qixian's eyes, so he didn't stop him.

Song Qixian bought a lot of things in the end, including toys and cards for Zhou Heyu, milk for his grandparents (Ps: he originally wanted to buy health products from the supermarket, but Zhou Heyu stopped him and changed to affordable milk), and toiletries.

The children following behind them didn't have the courage to come up and talk to them. Perhaps they also knew that the world of these two older brothers was different from theirs.

The two of them were carrying their things home in the moonlight. From a distance, a big yellow dog with two flashlights came to greet them, wagging its tail. Their grandparents were lighting a path for them in front of the door.

It was late at night and Song Qixian fell asleep. He felt more peaceful than ever before.