Shen Qinghe looked at the courtyard in front of her, her emotions got a little out of control and she almost cried.
She dug her fingernails into her palms and pinched them hard to prevent herself from losing control.
Nothing has changed, this is her home and her grandfather lives there.
"Qinghe?" Jiang Chunlin retracted his gaze and saw Shen Qinghe staring blankly at the courtyard in front of him.
"Ah?" Shen Qinghe came back to her senses, her heart was filled with turbulent emotions, but her face was calm. She turned her head to look at Jiang Chunlin, her hands clenched tightly together, shaking slightly.
"Is it shocking?" Jiang Chunlin thought Shen Qinghe was excited because it was her first time seeing the compound.
He was also a little excited. He had heard Master Zhao describe the situation in the compound.
The compound has strict access control and only people living inside can enter. Outsiders need to ask for permission before entering. Inside the gate and on both sides of the road are towering trees, giving it a sense of mystery.
Seeing a soldier on guard looking at them, Jiang Chunlin grabbed Shen Qinghe's arm and left.
"Let's go. If we keep watching, people will think we are criminals," Jiang Chunlin joked.
Shen Qinghe was very excited, her body a little stiff. She looked back at the courtyard, her eyes a little moist. She looked up at the sky, the afterglow of the setting sun shone down on her, and she blinked back the tears.
The daytime heat has subsided, and people who are getting off work are strolling on the streets in groups of three or four. There are more pedestrians than during the day.
The two walked along the road.
Shen Qinghe looked around and saw familiar scenes from her childhood everywhere. If it weren't for Jiang Chunlin, she would have rushed into the compound.
Gradually, her emotions calmed down.
She will come alone when she finds an opportunity.
After meeting her grandfather, will he still recognize her?
Shen Qinghe paused. No, little Shen Qinghe was not born yet at that time, so her grandfather naturally didn’t know her.
Immediately, her eyes lit up. She wondered if she could see her parents.
She had never seen her parents since she was a child, and she only knew that they were heroes, unsung heroes at that.
There were no photos during his lifetime, and no name on his tombstone after his death.
Shen Qinghe felt a sharp pain in her heart and bent over in pain.
"Qinghe, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Chunlin saw Shen Qinghe suddenly turn pale, squatting on the ground covering her chest, and was about to carry her to the hospital.
"No need!" Shen Qinghe's teeth were chattering. She stroked her chest with one hand and held Jiang Chunlin's arm with the other. Her hands were cold and his skin was hot.
He warmed her cold little hands little by little. She was greedy for his warmth and held on to them tightly.
Jiang Chunlin squatted down and asked, "Why are your hands so cold? Do you have a fever?"
Jiang Chunlin reached out to touch Shen Qinghe's forehead. It was not hot as he had imagined, but icy cold with a layer of wet sweat.
"Where does it hurt? Why does it hurt so much?" Jiang Chunlin's face changed and he looked around anxiously, trying to find a car to take Shen Qinghe to the hospital.
Shen Qinghe's throat felt like it was blocked by a handful of sand. She closed her eyes uncomfortably, and a line of tears fell onto the bluestone road beneath her feet, wetting a small puddle of ground.
"I'm fine, just take it easy." Shen Qinghe grabbed Jiang Chunlin's arm hard, even scratching it red.
But she was unconscious. Her heart ached so much just now, as if a piece of flesh was cut out of it.
Slowly, the pain disappeared and her body gradually regained temperature, but she felt unhappy.
"I'm tired, can we go back?" Shen Qinghe said softly.
Jiang Chunlin nodded and helped her up.
Seeing that Shen Qinghe's face had become a little redder, he reached out and touched her forehead. After making sure that she was not hot, he called a three-wheeled motorcycle, told Shen Qinghe the name of the hotel, and helped her sit on the three-wheeled motorcycle.
We watched the sunset all the way back to the hotel.
After returning to the hotel, Shen Qinghe changed into pajamas and lay down.
She faced the window, looking at the branches swaying in the wind outside. Occasionally, the leaves on the branches fell with the wind, swaying left and right in the air like elves, and finally slowly fell to the ground.
Hearing Jiang Chunlin's approaching footsteps, she closed her eyes.
Jiang Chunlin thought Shen Qinghe was asleep, so he sat quietly on the chair, afraid of making any noise and waking her up.
Only when Jiang Chunlin stopped looking at her did Shen Qinghe open her eyes and continue to stare at the swaying branches outside the window in a daze.
As it got dark, Jiang Chunlin gently pushed Shen Qinghe.
Shen Qinghe opened her eyes. She had actually fallen asleep. She dreamed of her grandfather.
I dreamed that my grandfather was still a young man, talking and laughing with a woman of the same age, and they were sitting in the yard drinking tea and chatting.
When the two looked at each other, the love in their eyes was about to overflow.
A kitten squatted at the woman's feet, squinting its eyes and yawning, looking lazy.
Occasionally, the woman would bend down and touch the kitten's head, and the kitten would rub its head against the woman's palm.
Shen Qinghe grinned. Is that grandma?
Is that what they are now?
"Qinghe?" Jiang Chunlin looked at him in surprise when he saw Shen Qinghe laughing for no reason.
Shen Qinghe came back to her senses, her eyes focused on Jiang Chunlin, and she pouted and said, "I just dreamed about roast duck. Shall we go eat roast duck?"
"Okay, I heard from Master Zhao that the most famous roast duck restaurant in Beijing is Quanjude. I wanted to take you there tomorrow. Let's go now."
Shen Qinghe's eyes lit up, she nodded, got up, washed her face, changed her clothes, and went out with Jiang Chunlin.
In Taoyuan County, few people go out at night, and there is almost no one on the streets. However, in Beijing at this time, it is no different from daytime, with crowds of people everywhere and it is very lively.
Jiang Chunlin hailed a three-wheeled motorcycle at the entrance of the hotel and called Quanjude. The driver shouted, put a towel on his shoulders, and when he saw that they were seated, he rode the three-wheeled motorcycle towards Quanjude.
Half an hour later, the chef brought them to the entrance of Quanjude.
Jiang Chunlin gave the master money and helped Shen Qinghe down.
There was a queue in front of Quanjude and the two looked at each other.
"Business is so good, it must taste delicious. Let's go line up," said Jiang Chunlin.
He knew that Shen Qinghe loved delicious food. Since she was here, he would let her eat roast duck even if he had to wait in line.
Shen Qinghe nodded. There were seven or eight people queuing outside the store, which was much fewer than in reality.
The two stood at the end, chatting casually.
I waited for almost an hour before I got in line, followed the staff in, and sat by the window.
Shen Qinghe and her grandfather often come here to eat. Her grandfather's guards line up in advance and send someone back to pick them up when it's their turn.
Without looking at the menu, Shen Qinghe can order food with her eyes closed.
This is not her first time here, so she can't appear too familiar, just like Liu Lao Lao entering the Grand View Garden, looking around here and there.
Seeing that Shen Qinghe was in a better mood, Jiang Chunlin raised the corners of his lips.
"Qinghe, please order." Jiang Chunlin handed the menu to Shen Qinghe.
Shen Qinghe stared at Jiang Chunlin with wide eyes.
Jiang Chunlin cleared his throat and said, "Anyway, this is our first time here. Apart from the roast duck, we don't know if the other dishes are good or not. Just order whichever you like."
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