When he was young, Chen Feng had fantasized many times.

Suddenly one day, the figures of his biological parents appeared outside the classroom door, calling his name.

Then he could leave this painful home and return to where he should be.

But as the days passed, he slowly gave up his extravagant hopes, became numb, no longer had any illusions, and only wanted to get out of the predicament through his own efforts.

He didn't know how he felt about his biological parents.

Grateful for them giving him life?

He should be grateful.

But why didn't they take care of himself and let him appear alone in a stranger's home, becoming a son bought by a stranger. Since he could remember, he couldn't feel the slightest warmth when he thought of the words "mom and dad".

Therefore, although he knew it was wrong, Chen Feng still had some resentment towards his biological parents.

He hated them for giving birth to him since they couldn't raise him well.

Since I was born and lost, why didn't you try hard to find me?

If I wasn't a little more stubborn and strong than ordinary people, and pretended to be more cold-blooded, I would have almost sunk into the abyss and couldn't escape.

This kind of resentment from his youth lurked in his heart, and he thought he had forgotten it, but now it was suddenly put in front of him by Lu Wei, making him at a loss for what to do.

The impact of this deep-rooted emotion on him was even stronger than when he died as a leader of mankind.

Now he can shoulder the heavy responsibility of saving civilization, but for a moment he is unwilling to face the pain of his youth.

Lu Wei understood his feelings, and even before taking out the file bag, he had sketched this scene many times in his mind.

Chen Feng's seemingly resolute "not looking" made her smell a strong "human" from this overly detached genius of the same age.

Fortunately, you didn't become an immortal.

Five minutes later, Chen Feng spread his hands, "Let me take a look."

Lu Wei put the sealed file bag in Chen Feng's hand with an expression that said I knew you.

Inside were a few thin pages of paper and seven or eight photocopied photos.

Chen Feng didn't dare to look at the photos at first, but first read the description of the situation on the pages of paper.

The truth was very consistent with one of the situations he had guessed many times.

Chen Feng still vaguely remembers some of the past events, but it is very vague. He can't remember the specific time and place, and even can't remember the faces of people and the appearance of the scenes.

He only knew that when he was very young, early one morning his grandparents carried a backpack and said they were going to the town to sell vegetables, and then handed him to a young man from the same village to help look after him.

Then the young man took him for a stroll, probably to the village clinic.

There was a small house near the clinic, and many people were playing cards, and the young man joined in.

The young man got a flush or something in the first hand, anyway, it was a big card, and he was immediately in high spirits.

Then the young man let Chen Feng play by himself.

But he didn't have much fun, because no one paid attention to him, and there were no other children nearby.

Chen Feng was particularly bored alone, and wanted to find his grandparents.

He had taken his grandfather's 28-turn bicycle to the town not long ago. He remembered that there was only one tarmac road. It seemed that the market where his grandparents sold vegetables could be seen directly on the roadside as long as he walked along this road.

He decided to find his grandparents by himself.

He ran away quietly.

Five minutes later, he appeared at the T-junction formed by the dirt road of the village road and the tarmac road of the national highway.

Damn, I forgot whether to go left or right.

Chen Feng wandered in the same place for a long time and decided to go left.

Maybe... maybe... it should be right?

...

In 1999, in a market in a county town in Sichuan Province, a boy squatted in a corner with a blank face.

He hadn't eaten for almost a whole day and was starving.

He was lost.

A "warm-hearted" aunt took him to eat a bowl of noodles and said she would help him go home.

He believed it.

When he came to his senses, he was already in a rural area thousands of miles away.

The three-year-old boy was faced with strange "parents", strange "relatives", and a strange environment, and fell into great panic.

"You are not my father and mother! You are not my grandpa and grandma!"

This was the first sentence he said to the middle-aged couple and other people.

This sentence laid the tone for the first half of his life.

Sometimes Chen Feng himself regretted it. Why should he remember it? Maybe it would be better to know nothing.

Or if he could be smarter and know how to act to please others instead of saying it right away, he could live a better life.

But this is too much for a three-year-old child.

What's even more annoying is that he clearly remembers it, but he doesn't remember it in detail. He can't remember where it was, so when he was 11 or 12 years old and became sensible, he always wanted to pack his bags and go out, but he didn't know where to go.

The world is so big, there is no place to call home, and he can only go back dejectedly.

He grew up in a daze.

He didn't know much about the lives of other children, but he knew that he had to work in

the fields since he was five or six years old. When he was in junior high school, some of his classmates dropped out of school to work, but he wanted to study because the teacher said studying is useful.

But his "family" kept urging him and scolding him every day.

They said he was eating for free and doing nothing, while other children could go out to earn money and send money back.

He, on the other hand, only knew how to read some useless books and raised an ungrateful person.

I spent more than a thousand dollars to buy you, you loser.

Chen Feng’s textbook fees were cut, and his living expenses were reduced. Even oil in every meal was a luxury.

If the teacher hadn’t seen that he was skinny and stunted despite his good academic performance, and often invited him to his home for dinner, Chen Feng would have suspected that he would have died of malnutrition in junior high school.

As for the textbook fees, the school principal decided to pay for him, saying that he was a good seedling and had to study. When he

reached high school, things got even worse. He couldn’t get a penny, and he was not allowed to go back to "home".

But the old men at the senior activity center in the county helped him a lot. He only needed to sweep the floor, run around to pour tea, chat with the old men, and occasionally be pushed onto the chessboard to beat them without leaving a single piece of armor. He could make hundreds of dollars a month.

But life is not all good. Chen Feng used to be relatively withdrawn, and his poor clothing also made him suffer campus bullying when he entered the county to study in high school.

However, after others saw his desperate ruthlessness, they calmed down a lot, but isolated him and didn't easily kill him.

He had poor interpersonal relationships among his classmates and didn't have many friends, but he did have some.

He finally succeeded in getting into the 985-level Hanzhou University with good grades, embarked on a life that truly belonged to him, and was completely emotionally separated from that "home".

Time flies, and now is the present.

Chen Feng hates and loves this world.

His hatred is confused, because he really doesn't know who he should hate, but he is angry in his heart.

But his love is clear-cut, helping his teachers, those classmates who occasionally put vegetables and meat into his empty lunch box, the old men in the senior activity center, Tang Shuang...

If it weren't for the existence of these people, Chen Feng didn't know what kind of person he would become.

His experience destined him to be a complicated person.

In the past six months, in addition to sending a lump sum of money back to his parents, Chen Feng has repeatedly asked people to go back to his hometown, which is not really his hometown, to contact people who have helped him before.

He told others that if they need help, he can help.

But most people, whether they have difficulties or not, told him that it’s okay, they are doing well, and you can organize a party when you have time, and everyone can have a meal and chat together .

It is said that birds of a feather flock together. The kindness of youth has become the cultivation of youth after growing up.

Chen Feng’s personality and experience have helped him complete the process of selecting friends in advance.

So much so that Chen Feng did not dare to say that if you are short of money, don’t worry, just tell me boldly.

On the contrary, these true friends replied that it is vulgar to involve money in relationships, but if we are really in dire straits, we will look for you, don't worry.

It's a pity that several of the old men who were closest to him in the past few years have passed away one after another. Chen Feng wanted to go back to see the remaining two old men several times, but he was always busy and kept postponing it until now. He could only arrange for someone to send some health products and small gifts from time to time. They

would not accept them if they were too expensive.

He also delayed the meals of his classmates.

He has no home, and these people are his "home", but he has no time to go back.

But now he finally sees his other home.

This is a photo of a man, who looks 70% similar to him.

The man looked to be in his twenties, wearing a green military uniform, with dark skin. In the sunlight, his smile was resolute and strong, and his eyes were focused, which reminded Chen Feng of his future makeup photos in military uniform.

The photo was an old-fashioned film roll color photo, and judging from the color, it should be a Lucky film roll.

"Great."

He turned to the second photo.

This is a woman in a white nurse's uniform, very beautiful, with a bright smile.

She stood under the shade of a tree, and the spots of light from the sunlight sprinkled on her face, making her a little unable to open her eyes.

It was obviously a serious photo shoot, but her eyes were trying hard to drift to the left.

A small foot wearing only Smurf socks popped out from the left side of the picture.

"My mother is so beautiful."

He said.

The third photo shows a woman holding a child of about two or three months old, standing shoulder to shoulder with a man.

The two adults are still trying hard to put on a smile against the sun, while the child in the woman's arms is crying with his mouth wide open, and the blue elf socks on his legs are particularly conspicuous.

Turning to the next photo, it becomes two old people sitting on chairs, in the center of the photo layout, and the child is in the arms of the old woman, still struggling.

The two adults stand behind the old woman, the man's military posture is still straight, and the woman's eyes are drifting down to the child.

There are three or four more photos, which were taken when he was about one or two years old. There are solo photos, and there are also photos of him being held dotingly by the two old people.

Although he is very young in the photos, Chen Feng can see his own shadow in his eyebrows.