Peng Yi sat for a long time before his mother woke up.
"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Peng Yi asked.
"Nothing, I've been here all day alone with nothing to do."
"Mom, do you miss him?" Peng Yi asked.
Mom thought for a long time and replied, "Yes, I miss your dad."
"Then do you know where he is?" Peng Yi asked.
Mom was stunned for a moment and shook her head.
Peng Yi had an idea in her heart. She wanted to go back to Fengcheng. According to her mother's description, the person should be at the street office of her mother's home, which is also the street office of her grandmother's home. It is still there, so it should be easy to find someone there.
It just so happened that when Peng Yi was writing his thesis recently, one of his books, Professor Zhu Liyue's book, was left at his home in City A. The house was bought by Jiang Yanmin and it was probably not decorated much. Peng Yi wanted to go and take a look at it, so he could go back for a few days and not have to stay in a hotel, which could save money.
Peng Yi told Jiang Yanmin that she was going back to City A and wanted to ask Jiang Yanmin where the key was. If the house had not been renovated, she would move in and live in her own room.
"When are you leaving?" Jiang Yanmin asked.
"About a week from now."
"I'll send the key to you."
Five days later, Peng Yi received the key. The key was sent from City A. The address was not very detailed, but it seemed to be a villa area.
Peng Yi was puzzled. Who was in City A? Jiang Yanmin's older sister?
When I arrived in City A and used the key to open the door, I found that it couldn't be opened.
Peng Yi knocked on the door in confusion, and Jiang Yanmin appeared at the door.
Peng Yi was extremely surprised to see Jiang Yanmin.
It's really nice to be alone in a strange city with just two people.
"Why are you here? Who sent the key to me?" Peng Yi asked.
"The key is given to my eldest sister. When she's not around, she'll send someone to clean the house, so the house isn't dirty."
Peng Yi felt particularly touched and warm.
She always felt that this one-bedroom apartment was not worthy of Jiang Yanmin's appearance. Judging from his appearance, he must be someone who lives in a villa.
As soon as Peng Yi entered the door, Jiang Yanmin carried her in. Peng Yi thought Jiang Yanmin was really nice.
"This is where I grew up, and I'm looking for a book now that I'm back," Peng Yi added, "An Introduction to Reception Aesthetics. Help me find it."
"Zhu Liye's?" Jiang Yanmin asked again.
Peng Yi was surprised. "Have you seen it?"
"No, this is my first time in this house."
Peng Yi thought to himself, although he doesn't look like a playboy, he is indeed a top student. Peng Yi had noticed it when he was teaching Peng Yi's class. Now he actually knows that this teacher is Zhu Liye. It's really amazing.
Peng Yi wanted to tell him the title of the book and asked him to help find it. Most people read the title of the book because the author's handwriting is small and not easy to see. So, Peng Yi didn't say the author, but he blurted it out.
Peng Yi searched for the book in his room for a long time before he found it. Jiang Yanmin probably hadn't touched it. This shows that he really knows who the author is. How amazing!
In the evening, Peng Yi and Jiang Yanmin did not go out to eat. Instead, they went to the vegetable market hand in hand to buy vegetables. They then worked together at home and cooked a table full of food.
While eating, Jiang Yanmin picked up a tissue and wiped away the tomato juice that accidentally fell on the corner of Peng Yi's mouth.
"Eat seriously."
Peng Yi smiled as he came into contact with Jiang Yanmin more and more.
Peng Yi discovered that Jiang Yanmin looked bohemian and liked to touch her when pursuing her, but in fact, he was also a serious person.
Peng Yi likes this kind of serious people.
That night, Peng Yi was lying in bed and said the main purpose of his return this time, which was to visit his grandparents' neighborhood the next day.
"Where are your grandparents?" The two of them lay flat on the bed, and the pure moonlight sprinkled on the bed by the window.
"They passed away. My grandma passed away a year ago, and then my grandpa passed away too. There's no one left at home." Peng Yi, like Jiang Yanmin, put his hands behind his head. "What about you? Where are your grandparents?"
"My grandfather? He passed away a long time ago, and my grandmother also passed away a few years ago." Jiang Yanmin said.
The two people didn't speak again.
The next day, the two went to the street.
Because he didn't know her father's name, Peng Yi immediately said, "Miao Yu's husband should also have the surname Peng."
The other person frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm Miao Yu's daughter. I came to see him because my mother wanted to see him."
"Sorry, there is no such person."
Peng Yi was turned away.
Jiang Yanmin stood beside Peng Yi.
He felt that the staff seemed to be hiding something, but Peng Yi was involved and didn't notice.
Peng Yi didn't find his father, and his mother said that there was no place to look for him in the vast sea of people. So Peng Yi gave up and returned to Fengcheng.
Jiang Yanmin came back this time on a whim. Because Peng Yi was going to City A, he went too. He and Peng Yi went to Fengcheng together and then flew to the United States because there was no airport in City A.
Peng Yi went to the hospital again. She told her mother despairingly that she had gone to City A, "but there's still no news from him."
Peng Yi has never called him "Dad", and Miao Yu knows it too.
The mother and daughter both understood this tacitly.
"If you can't find it, then you can't find it."
"But you miss him so much. Although I don't know why he misses me."
"No. Mom's emotions are very complicated. Besides missing you, there's also reflection and regret for having met the wrong person in the first half of her life."
Peng Yi didn't quite understand what his mother said.
Peng Yi came out of the hospital and prepared to cross an alley to catch the bus.
But unexpectedly, I met a person——Peng Yan.
Peng Yi opened his eyes wide, extremely surprised.
The provincial capital is not in Fengcheng, so Peng Yan’s home should not be in Fengcheng either. Why did he come here?
He was talking to a foreigner, and behind them was parked a very ordinary car, just an ordinary Passat.
Peng Yan tilted his head and saw Peng Yi. He smiled and said, "Xiao Peng, how is your English?"
He didn't even remember Peng Yi's last name, which was quite rare for someone used to big scenes. Furthermore, the day Peng Yan visited his school was at night, so how could he even remember what he looked like? Peng Yi felt like he hadn't even seen his face clearly.
However, Peng Yi immediately explained that if someone could reach this position, he must have some outstanding qualities.
Peng Yi hurried forward with great trepidation and said, "It's okay."
"Tell him about the history of this ancient building. It was built during the Zhengde period five hundred years ago. At that time, someone passed the imperial examination, and the people from his hometown built it for him. The building has many characteristics of Ming Dynasty architecture. The roof is covered with glazed tiles, the ridge is decorated with yellow and green glazed tiles, and there are large coiled dragons on both ends of the ridge..." Peng Yan said as Peng Yi translated.
While translating, Peng Yi began to sweat. There were so many terms and things that she had no idea how to translate. However, she was able to find the characteristics of the buildings that Peng Yan mentioned through the movement of his fingers and translate them simply.
Finally the translation was finished, and the foreigner smiled with great satisfaction.
Peng Yi let out a long sigh.
Peng Yan smiled and said, "Xiao Peng's English is pretty good. Much better than mine."
"Hi, Governor, what are you doing today?" Peng Yi asked in confusion.
"I came out today for personal reasons, and no one knows about it. This little foreigner is the child of one of my classmates. He wants to study abroad at Fengcheng University, and I took him around to see things. He has done such a great contribution to me, so I should treat you to a meal. Let's go, at least call me Uncle Peng. The three of us, together." After saying that, Peng Yan got into the car.
This time, he sat in the driver's seat and drove the car himself.
Peng Yi thought about it. Peng Yan looked very happy. Moreover, Peng Yan’s request was not something that anyone could refuse.
Peng Yi got in the car without thinking much.
Peng Yan seemed to be walking on a very unfamiliar road, one that Peng Yi had never seen before.
He seems to be very familiar with Fengcheng.
It seemed like they had reached the end of the road before they entered a house with no name. Peng Yan greeted the family and the waiter respectfully led the three of them into a private room, which was very quiet.
Peng Yan wiped his hands with a hot towel while responding to the foreigner's praise for Fengcheng.
Peng Yi discovered that Peng Yan was really handsome, the kind of handsome he was in his prime. Anyway, Peng Yi knew that many people in the school had taken the civil service exam this year just for Peng Yan. The news reported that the number of people applying for the civil service exam this year exceeded any previous year. It was hard to say whether such a serious news program was because of Peng Yan, but everyone knew it, especially since he had learned Russian very well.
The dishes served by the waiter were all very small and exquisite.
When a dish came up, Peng Yan asked Peng Yi, "Guess what this dish is?"
Peng Yan's smile was very sincere, not that official smile, but very friendly.
This vegetable is chopped as thin as vermicelli and coated with a lot of food coloring.
Peng Yi laughed, "You can't stump me with this, shredded carrots."
"Not bad."
The waiter brought another dish, and Peng Yan asked again, "Guess what this is?"
Peng Yi laughed again, "You can't stump me with this. It's a fish made with southern tofu, even though it looks like a fish."
"You are very knowledgeable about food." Peng Yan laughed again.
Several more dishes were served, all of which were rare and Peng Yi could name them all.
"I've eaten a lot at Uncle Jiang's house, and ordinary dishes are really not difficult for me." Peng Yi also laughed.
Peng Yan raised his eyes and asked, "Your Uncle Jiang? Who is that?"
"My boyfriend's dad."
"cook?"
"Hehe, chef is just the most insignificant identity of my uncle Jiang. My uncle Jiang is really amazing, especially amazing." Peng Yi couldn't stop talking about Jiang Jingcheng, and every sentence was full of praise.
"Is your Uncle Jiang so powerful in your eyes?" Peng Yan asked.
He turned his head to look at the foreigner next to him. He didn't understand Chinese, but it seemed that the food was not to his liking. He didn't take the conversation between Peng Yan and Peng Yi to heart.
"Of course I am. Uncle Jiang is the most amazing person of my age that I have ever met," Peng Yi added.
"Really? Maybe there are people who are better than him." Peng Yan said.
Peng Yi nodded. "There are always people better than you, and that's understandable. I'm only telling you what I saw."
Peng Yan didn't say anything. Peng Yi's theory was indeed impeccable.
Another dish came up. Peng Yi had never seen this dish before.
"What is this?" Peng Yi asked.
"What? Your Uncle Jiang never did it for you?" When Peng Yi heard this, Peng Yan sounded a little jealous, but Peng Yi was sure that she had heard wrong.
Peng Yi had just shown off his skills, but this time he hit himself in the face and also embarrassed Uncle Jiang.
"N-never. What?"
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