Chapter 459

The double ninth festival soon arrived as scheduled.

Chen Liang didn't go back on his word. He sat on the high-speed railway to his hometown Shacheng with Zheng Zishan.

Shacheng.

Quasi prefecture level city.

It is about 500 kilometers from the East China Sea, and the high-speed railway is only two hours.

"Brother, why don't you take sister Gu back with you?"

The two bought a double seat. Chen Liang gave the window seat to Zheng Zishan.

"She has to go home to see her family, too."

He naturally heard the implication of Zheng Zishan's words, but Chen Liang didn't respond and avoided the important.

If he asked, Gu Hengbo would certainly be willing to go back with him, but he didn't mention it.

He didn't go back for such a long time. He was a little "shy of being close to his hometown", let alone taking someone with him.

Gu Hengbo also returned to tea city today.

"Oh."

Zheng Zishan didn't ask again.

She could not interfere with her cousin's personal feelings, and she was unwilling to worry about it.

"And you?"

Chen Liang turned and asked with a smile, "do you still have contact with Qiu Ze recently?"

"They broke up. What else do you contact?"

Zheng Zishan said calmly, "he takes his sunshine road. I cross my single wooden bridge and don't disturb each other. It's very good."

"So free and easy?"

"Brother, look down on people."

Zheng Zishan said with white eyes, "is it because I am depressed every day and make myself look like an abandoned woman that you are happy?"

Chen Liang smiled.

"I didn't say that."

"Well, I can hold it up and put it down. It's worthy of being my sister Chen Liang."

"That's not."

Zheng Zishan snorted proudly.

"Brother, why don't you drive back this time?"

She asked immediately.

So far, she has only sat on her cousin's konisek once, and she inevitably wants to feel it again.

Moreover, it is human nature for a girl of her age to be more or less vain.

Tens of millions of cars are rarely seen in the East China Sea, not to mention them.

How windy should it be to drive around the street?

"Hundreds of kilometers, how tired is driving back? It's far less convenient than taking high-speed rail. It's just a matter of talking."

Chen Liang explained.

The truth is this truth, but Zheng Zishan doesn't think this is the main reason.

"Brother, don't you want others to know that you are rich now?"

She asked tentatively.

Chen Liang smiled dumbly.

"No, I just don't want to be discussed. At that time, everyone wants to see you surrounded by giant pandas. Do you like that feeling?"

Zheng Zishan was amused and laughed.

"Brother, don't worry, I didn't betray you."

Chen Liang looked at her.

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't tell my parents that now you're in trouble. They don't know how good you are."

Chen Liang smiled, "thank you."

"You're welcome."

They talked and laughed.

The high-speed railway is speeding.

The scenery outside the window is constantly changing, from the steel jungle to the green field, unknowingly, it has reached the Shacheng station.

"Brother, here we are, get off!"

Zheng Zishan urged excitedly.

When he stepped out of the train and stepped on the platform, Chen Liang's heart surged and couldn't help taking a breath.

Following the crowd, they walked out of the railway station.

"Brother, will you go home first or go back with me?"

Zheng Zishan asked.

"I'll go home first and see my sister-in-law tomorrow."

Chen Liangdao.

"All right."

Zheng Zishan nodded. They got on two taxis at the taxi waiting port.

"Master, go to the provincial third construction."

Provincial three construction.

It used to be a state-owned enterprise.

It was just poor management and finally closed down.

Chen Liang's father was also forced to be laid off, and the family lived a more embarrassing life.

Chen Liang's home is in the third construction courtyard of the province. It is a unit distribution room with two bedrooms and one living room and an area of no more than 60 square meters.

Although the third provincial construction fell, it was somehow a shelter for the Chen family.

"Isn't this Xiao Chen?"

"You are such a rare child. It's rare to see you back once."

"How many years have you graduated? How are you doing in Donghai?"

The neighbors greeted warmly.

We are all employees of the third provincial construction, many of whom are my father's colleagues. They almost watched Chen Liang grow up.

After dealing with it for a long time, Chen Liangcai was able to return home. On the third floor, there was an old staircase. The induction light in the corridor would have been broken. If there was no light at night.

The moment he took out his key and opened the door, Chen Liang didn't enter for the first time. Instead, he stood at the door and looked at the simple and familiar old house. Strong memories kept pouring in front of him.

He seemed to see his father sitting on the sofa watching TV, his mother cooking in the kitchen, the wind blowing in from the window, and the wind bell tied to the door tinkling.

But the reality is that the TV that can't release sound has long been eliminated, and the kitchen has been deserted and dusty. The only constant is that the wind bell is still hanging on the door.

At this time, he wanted to shout excitedly: Dad, mom, I'm back.

But he knew that no one would respond to him.

Chen Liang pursed his lips and finally stepped into the house.

He didn't come back for two years. The house was full of dust. Chen Liang spent more than two hours doing a big cleaning, but the sanitation could clean up, but the suffocating loneliness could not be eliminated.

After cleaning, he sat on the sofa, picked up the family photo on the tea table, touched it and looked at it silently.

The sun gradually sank to the West.

The dim yellow light spilled into the house and gave the old house a mottled color, just like an old photo.

"Dong Dong Dong..."

Suddenly.

There was a knock at the door.

Chen Liang, who stayed for a long time, regained his consciousness, put down his family photo, got up in doubt and walked towards the door.

"Listen to Uncle Feng, they say you're back. Long time no see."

Standing at the door was a young girl, almost the same age as Chen Liang, with white and beautiful skin and fashionable clothes. In this long closed unit courtyard, it is indeed a bright scenery.

Her name is Deng he. She is Chen Liang's neighbor and lives across the street. When she was a child, they were good playmates. However, after going to college, one went to the East China Sea and the other went to the land of abundance. The relationship became a little rusty. After graduation, there was no contact.

Chen Liang was stunned and smiled.

"Long time no see."

"Come back for the festival?"

Deng he asked.

Chen Liang nodded, "you too?"

"Well, my parents are old. If I can spend more time with them, I will try my best to come back to accompany them."

Although I haven't seen him for several years, Deng he didn't show any strangeness, "how many days will you stay here this time?"

"I don't know yet. It depends."

"Haven't you eaten yet? Why don't you go to my house?"

Deng he issued an invitation.

When I was a child, it was common for two families to rub rice with each other, but now, after all, times have changed.

"No, I ordered takeout, thank you."

Chen Liang declined.

People's growth is like this. It is a gradually lonely process. Many things are unknowingly lost as we walk.