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

When the opportunity arose, he would occasionally go on stage to speak a few words, just as an encouragement to the younger generation.

Chen Feng certainly did not do this without a purpose. He was secretly observing the candidates, handing out some business cards and leaving some contact information, laying the foundation for his subsequent coordination and arrangement.

With his current memory, he was not afraid of knowing too many people and not being able to remember their names.

He could basically match people up as soon as he met them, and the other person's subsequent life resume began to play automatically in his mind. By the way, he would deduce the possible direction of the other person's life if he intervened according to the "Plan".

After finishing up the things in Boston, Chen Feng flew to Los Angeles and moved into the villa in Newport Beach again.

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

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

That afternoon, he sat with his legs crossed in an open-air cafe on the street in Chinatown in Los Angeles, holding a bowl of covered tea, which is now rare in China, and chatting with several old Chinese who came here to work hard in the early years. In early

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

People came and went in the quaint Chinatown.

The vermilion lacquered signs on both sides of the street with traditional Chinese and English characters looked a bit messy, but there was order in the chaos.

Snack bars, specialty shops, dentists, hardware stores, and Chinese restaurants are all doing a booming business.

Asians, Africans, Saxons, and other people of all races eat and drink in harmony and order on the streets. The world is stable, the years are quiet, and there is no noise or vandalism.

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

It's not the tea that is fragrant, but the mood.

He hasn't felt this comfortable life for almost half a year.

He hasn't been able to catch his breath since he tied himself to the chariot of saving civilization.

Now that he has stolen half a month of leisure and emptied his mind, he feels particularly comfortable.

"Boss Chen is young, but he has a big business."

An old man with a Sichuan accent looked at Chen Feng happily.

The old man wearing glasses that can see whirlpools must be at least eighty years old, but he is in good spirits and his voice is like a bell.

The old man is very knowledgeable. Just by looking at Chen Feng's clothes and the watch on his hand, he can tell that this young man has an extraordinary background.

Chen Feng listened to the accent and thought of his grandfather Chen Mo. He felt friendly and said modestly with a cheerful smile: "You are too kind, old sir. My business is not big. I just make a living."

The old man squinted at Chen Feng's hand and said, "You wear a Rolex, and you still make a living. The one on your hand is authentic. I know goods."

The old man turned around and pointed to the watch shop across the street and said, "Have you seen Lao Hu's watch repair shop? I opened it. My son runs it. I usually only buy antiques when they are worth bidding."

Chen Feng thought he had met someone who knew the business, so he stopped trying to hide it. "Not bad, not bad."

The old man said, "Young man, did you see that Chinese restaurant at the corner? It's owned by my best friend Zhang Kai, a great chef with superb skills. He used to cook for leaders decades ago."

Chen Feng nodded, "Oh, that's amazing. I have to go to Changchangwei later."

"Hey, that's not what I want to talk to you about. Old Zhang's granddaughter is great, and she's a perfect match for you. She's pretty, too, and has a nice body. Can I introduce her to you young people?"

Chen Feng was stunned at first, then almost laughed out loud, and quickly refused, "No, no, you're too polite."

"Hey, what era are you in? You're still shy. Let's try dating first, and if it works out, we can continue dating, and if it doesn't, we can break up. Those noisy rules in China are not popular here."

Master Chen said he was scared, and secretly decided to wear more casual clothes when he went out in the future.

The old man took the lead, and the other old men followed suit, talking to each other, very enthusiastic.

The old man with Bashu accent suddenly remembered something, "By the way, I haven't asked you where you are from?"

Chen Feng thought for a moment and told him the county of his grandfather Chen Mo.

The old man's face brightened up, but he asked doubtfully, "Huh... your accent is different?"

Chen Feng: "I left home early when I was a kid."

The old man with Bashu accent was surprised and delighted, "Oh oh oh oh! Hey! What a coincidence, fellow countryman! I'm from this county too!"

Chen Feng's eyes also lit up.

The world is so big, but it feels good to meet an old friend in a foreign land.

"Young man, what are the names of your family members? Maybe I know them. Our small county is so small that everyone knows everyone. I went back two months ago to sweep the graves of my old comrade."

Chen Feng said, "My grandpa's name is Chen Mo."

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

"Erdong Chen, the Mo of ink."

"Did your grandpa serve in the army when he was young? Did he fight in Vietnam? Are your parents also soldiers?"

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes."

The other old men next to him noticed something and became excited one by one.

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

The other old men were not happy.

"Old Hu, what are you talking about!"

"You ask that?"

Chen Feng just nodded, "Yes."

The Bashu old man called Old Hu stomped his feet suddenly and slapped his thigh hard, "Young man, have you been lost when you were a child?"

"Yes." Chen Feng also knew that he probably met an acquaintance of his grandfather Chen Mo, and his heart, which had not beaten for a long time, gradually beat faster.

"That's you!" Old Hu stood up suddenly and grabbed Chen Feng's shoulders with his rough hands. "When I went back to sweep Brother Chen's grave, the neighbors said that Brother Chen's grandson was found. He was also buried by you. I couldn't believe it. I was saying why do I feel comfortable looking at your face, young man? You look like Brother Chen when he was young. Of course, you look more like your father when he was a child."

"I held him in my arms when he was just one month old. Your grandpa and I are comrades-in-arms. I was an observer and he was a sniper. I won't talk about your grandpa's shooting skills when he was young. He could shoot whatever he pointed at within 200 meters. He was very fierce. Your father was also a good seedling, but... Hey! Anyway, I... Damn it, this world is so damn small!"

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

One has to say that fate is amazing.

He had never seen his parents, and his grandfather only spoke a few words to him before he died.

Chen Feng knew where his roots were. This concept was very clear in his mind, but sometimes it was vague and unpredictable.

Because the old Chen family had no relatives, when Chen Feng buried Chen Mo, only a few of his grandfather's friends who were in their seventies and eighties came to see him off.

As for those local government officials, they were all for the sake of his reputation as a well-known entrepreneur.

It was not until now when he met this old man Hu that Chen Feng suddenly understood what roots were.

In fact, the roots of Chinese people are not in a certain place, nor in a certain building, nor in a certain mountain, nor in a certain river, but in the interpersonal relationships formed by the emotional connections between people that have been rooted in one place for generations, and slowly spread out over decades or hundreds of years.

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

Now, when he met his grandfather's old friend again in Chinatown in Los Angeles, across the ocean, he finally understood.

This is the root.

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

Old man Hu grabbed Chen Feng and ran across the street.

Chen Feng said anxiously, "I haven't paid for the tea yet!"

"Give me shit! Old man Sun didn't pay me for the watch repair last time! Hurry up!"

Old man Hu quickly pulled Chen Feng into his watch repair shop, and then stepped on the wooden ladder to go up to the second floor. Old man Hu's son, who was also over 50 years old, was so scared that he shouted to remind him to slow down. Chen Feng

was first settled in the study.

"Wait a minute, I'll go to the attic to look through the boxes."

Chen Feng nodded and looked around.

The second floor was much quieter than the first floor, and the noise from the street could not be heard.

Old man Hu walked in such a hurry that he forgot to turn on the light.

Light poured in from the small window, and through the beams of light one could see the gray dust rolling like waves.

Not long after, the old man grunted and carried a solid wooden box downstairs.

Seeing this, Chen Feng hurried over to lend a hand.

After the box was placed on the armchair, Old Man Hu rubbed his waist and sighed, "When I was young, I could carry three boxes like this by myself."

"Yeah, Grandpa Hu, you are still strong as ever."

Chen Feng smiled.

"Little 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 opened.

Chen Feng gently opened the box.

A strong smell of mothballs hit his face.

There were... lots of woolen trousers and a thin photo album neatly stacked inside.

Chen Feng picked up the album and opened it without Old Man Hu's instruction.

There were many yellowed black-and-white photos in the album, which were sealed with plastic.

Most of the photos were of two people.

Chen Feng recognized the two people at a glance.

The taller one, with thicker eyebrows, a squarer face, and a more imposing aura, looked exactly like his grandfather Chen Mo when he was young.

As for Old Man Hu, he wore thick glass glasses when he was young.

"Look at your grandfather's posture with a gun, what do you think? Handsome, right? I admire him all my life, he is so stylish."

Old man Hu smiled at Chen Feng and said, "Young man, the more you look at him, the more you look like him. The smell on your body is similar. Are you a soldier? But not really, you are not allowed to wear Rolex in the army. Wait...hiss...Xiao Chen, if you come here to perform a mission, you must pay attention to safety."

Chen Feng understood what he was thinking in an instant, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

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

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

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

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

Old Man Hu was not in this photo.

Old man Hu stretched his neck to look over and said slowly, "This battle was particularly dangerous. At that time, the two of us were on a reconnaissance mission together and were surrounded. I am not a good shooter, so he used all my weapons. He shot all our bullets alone, knocked down seven or eight of them, and scared off the guerrillas of more than 30 people. But he was hit in the leg, and I didn't know it at first. The photo was taken after the reinforcements came and we were safe. He sat on the ground and asked me to take it. He said it was for a souvenir."

Ten minutes later, Chen Feng closed the album and asked in confusion, "Grandpa Hu, I didn't see these things when I was packing up your belongings. Didn't he keep any photos of himself?"

"Well, he was troubled for a while after your parents got into trouble. Although he didn't regret letting your dad go to the army, looking at these photos always reminded him of how your dad admired him when he was a kid, so he was reminded of them. When I went back in 2001, he asked me to take everything away."

Chen Feng pointed to the woolen pants next to him and asked, "What are these?"

"After you left, your grandmother knitted two pairs of woolen trousers every year. She started knitting when you were two years old and continued knitting until you were eighteen. Here are sixteen pairs in total. Your grandmother passed away in 2007. When I went back to visit your grandfather in 2008, he said that my grandson had just been born and could use them, so he let me take them away. But my grandson didn't like to wear them after he was five years old. He wore them from the age of two to five. I have worn the first four pairs several times, and the ones behind them are brand new and have never been touched. I actually wanted to contact you earlier so that I could give you all the things, but those bastards in the county said that you are a big boss and a busy person, and they didn't let me call you to disturb you. Now it's all right, and the things are returned to their original owners."

Chen Feng leaned over, holding the cotton and linen wool pants of ordinary quality and rough feel with his fingers.

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

In the end, he just nodded lightly, "Well, thank you, Grandpa Hu."

In this short half an hour, Chen Feng suddenly felt that his life was first replayed, and then fast-forwarded for several decades.

He felt like a human being again.