Chapter 295

As a teenager, Chen Feng fantasized many times.

Suddenly one day, the figure of his biological parents appeared outside the classroom and called his name.

Then you can leave this painful home and go back to where you should go.

But day by day, he slowly gave up his extravagant hopes, became numb, no longer had illusions, and just wanted to get out of trouble by his own efforts.

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

Thank them for giving themselves life?

You should be grateful.

But why don't you care about yourself and let yourself appear alone in a stranger's house and become a son bought by a stranger. Since I remember, I think of my parents, but I can't feel the warmth of Ding Dian at all.

Therefore, knowing that it was wrong, Chen Feng had some resentment against his biological parents after all.

He hates each other. Since he can't raise himself well, why should he be born.

Since I was born and lost, why don't you try to find me.

If I hadn't been more stubborn, stronger and more cold-blooded than ordinary people, I would have fallen into the abyss and couldn't get rid of it.

This juvenile resentment lurked in his heart. He thought it had been forgotten, but now it was suddenly put in front of Lu Wei, which made him lose ground in a moment.

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

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

Lu Wei understood his mood, and even before taking out the file bag, she had sketched this scene many times in her heart.

Chen Feng's seemingly resolute "no look" made her smell a strong "human flavor" from this overly detached genius of her age.

Fortunately, you didn't become an immortal.

Five minutes later, Chen Feng spread his hand, "let me see."

Lu Wei, I know your expression as soon as I look at it. Put the sealed document bag in Chen Feng's hand.

Inside are a few thin pages of paper and seven or eight remake photos.

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

The truth coincided with one of the things he had guessed many times.

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

He only knew that when he was very young, one morning, his grandparents carried the basket on their back, said they were going to sell vegetables in the town, and then handed him over to a young fellow to help watch.

Then the young man took him around. He should have gone to the health center in the village.

There is a small house near the health center. Many people are playing cards, and young people are also added.

The young man took the first flush or something. Anyway, he was a big brand and killed all sides. He was very excited.

Then the young let Chen Feng play by himself.

But he was not fun because no one paid attention to him and there were no other children nearby.

Chen Feng is so bored that he wants to find his grandparents.

Not long ago, he went to the town by his grandfather's twenty-eight circle bicycle. He remembered that there was only one oil parking road. It seemed that as long as he walked along this road, he could see it directly on the roadside.

He decided to find his grandparents by himself.

He slipped away.

Five minutes later, he appeared at the T-junction composed of Village Road and National Road Boyou road.

It's over. Forget whether to go left or right.

Chen Feng lingered for a long time and decided to go left.

Maybe... Maybe... Should be right?

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In 1999, a boy squatted in the corner of a town in Sichuan Province.

He hasn't eaten for nearly a whole day and is hungry.

He's lost.

An "enthusiastic" aunt took him to eat a bowl of noodles and said to help him go home.

He believed it.

When he came back, he had appeared in a certain place and a rural area thousands of miles apart.

At the age of three, he fell into great panic in the face of strange "parents", strange "relatives" and strange environment.

"You are not my parents! You are not my grandparents!"

This was the first thing he said with the middle-aged couple and others.

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

Sometimes Chen Feng regrets himself. Why remember? Maybe it's better to know nothing.

Or you can be smarter and know how to act to please others. Don't break your words when you come, you can live better.

But it's too hard for a three-year-old.

What's more irritating is that he clearly remembers it, but he doesn't remember it in detail enough. He can't remember where it is, so that when he was 11 or 12 years old, he always wanted to go with his luggage on his back, but he didn't know where to go.

The world is so big that there is no home, and you can only go back in despair.

In a daze, he grew up like this.

He didn't know what kind of life other people's children lived. He only knew that he had to work in the field since he was five or six years old.

In junior high school, some of the students dropped out of school to work, but he wanted to read because the teacher said reading was useful.

But "home" is urged and scolded day by day.

He said that he did nothing for nothing and that other people's children could go out to earn money and send money back.

He knows how to read useless books and raise an unfamiliar white eyed wolf.

It cost you more than a thousand dollars to buy it. You lose money.

Chen Feng was cut off his textbook expenses and reduced his living expenses. Even oil flowers were extravagant in every meal.

If not for the teacher's good reading results, he was thin and stunted. He often asked him to eat at home. Chen Feng suspected that he would have died of malnutrition in junior high school.

As for the textbook fee, the school principal made the decision to pay him in advance, saying that he was a good seedling and had to study.

In high school, things got worse. He couldn't get any more money, and "home" wouldn't let him go back.

But the old men in the county elderly activity center helped him a lot. He just needed to sweep the floor, help run up and down, pour some tea, chat with the old men, and then be pushed onto the chessboard from time to time, killing hundreds of pieces a month.

But life is not all good. Chen Feng's relatively lonely character and poor dress also made him suffer campus bullying when he entered the county to study in high school.

However, after others had seen his deadly ruthlessness, they stopped a lot, but isolated him and didn't easily die with him.

He has poor interpersonal communication among his classmates. He has few friends, but he also has.

He finally succeeded in being admitted to Hanzhou University in grade 985 with good results, embarked on his own life and completely separated from that "home" emotionally.

Time flies, and now it is.

Chen Feng has hate and love for the world.

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

But his love has a clear goal. He helped his teachers, those students who sometimes put vegetables and meat in his empty lunch box, the old men in the elderly 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 doomed him to be a complex man.

In the past six months, in addition to giving his parents a lump sum of money back at one time, Chen Feng sent people back to his hometown, which was not his hometown, and contacted the people who had helped him.

He told others that if he needed help in trouble, he could help.

But most people, whether they have difficulties or not, tell him it's okay. We're doing well. You have time to organize a party, eat with the big guys and have a chat.

It is said that birds of a feather flock together. Kindness in youth becomes self-cultivation in youth when you grow up.

At a glance, Chen Feng's character and experience helped him complete the process of selecting friends in advance.

Even Chen Feng dare not say that if you are short of money, don't make trouble. Don't worry and tell me boldly.

On the contrary, these true friends replied that it would be vulgar if our feelings were stained with money. However, if we were really careless and ran out of water, we would come to you. Don't worry.

It's a pity that the old men who had the deepest friendship with him have walked several times in recent years. Chen Feng wanted to go back to see the remaining two old men several times. However, he has been busy until now. He can only arrange someone to send some health care products and gifts from time to time.

People don't want it when it's expensive.

Including the students' meals, he was also delayed.

He has no home. These people are his "home", but he doesn't have time to go back.

But now he finally saw his other home.

This is a picture of a man with seven or eight points in his eyebrows.

The appearance of a man in his twenties, dressed in a green military uniform, with dark skin, a firm and strong smile in the sun and focused eyes, reminds Chen Feng of his fixed makeup photo when wearing a military uniform in the future.

The photos are very old-fashioned film color photos in the past. Lucky Film should be used to see the color.

"That's nice."

He opened the second picture again.

This is a woman in white nurse clothes. She is very beautiful and has a bright smile.

She stood in the shade of the tree, and the light transmitted by the sun sprinkled on her face, making her slightly unable to open her eyes.

Mingming is very serious about taking photos, but her eyes float to the left very hard.

On the left side of the picture, a small foot wearing only Smurf socks is sticking out.

"My mother is so beautiful."

He said.

The third picture shows the woman holding a child of about two months and standing side by side with the man.

The two adults are still trying hard to squeeze smiles on their faces against the sun. The child in the woman's arms opens his mouth and cries. The Smurf socks on his legs are particularly conspicuous.

Turning to the next photo, it turned into two old people sitting in the chair and living in the center of the photo layout. The child fell into the arms of the old woman and was still struggling.

The two adults stood behind the old man, the man's military posture was still straight, and the woman's eyes drifted down and fell on the child.

There are also three or four photos taken when he was about one or two years old. There are single photos and he is spoiled by the two old people.

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