Qi Xia hurriedly said, "this is my driver, uncle. It's troublesome for your two elders."

"Where do you say, come on, go home." Although Fu Chenghai was old, his legs and feet were very agile and he walked briskly to the town.

The old woman put down her work, stood up and slowly looked up at Qi Xia. Her eyes were a little complicated. With an incomprehensible sadness, she sighed gently, "let's go, let's go home."

The courtyard is not big, but it is very clean.

A sweet scented osmanthus tree was planted in the yard. The light yellow petals were dotted in the green leaves, like stars, and the air was filled with fragrant fragrance.

The tree has a thick bowl mouth and looks like it has been planted for at least ten years. Qi Xia looks in a trance. She remembers that there is such a strong tree in the siheyuan where she lived when she was a child. Every time osmanthus flowers are in full bloom, her mother will make osmanthus wine dumplings for her, hold her and sit under the osmanthus tree and feed her spoon by spoon.

Unconsciously, the corners of my eyes are a little wet.

Sweet scented osmanthus is still there, but the warm embrace holding her is gone.

The old woman leaned against the door and looked at Qi Xia standing in front of the osmanthus tree. A touch of pain flashed in her muddy eyes. She hung her head quickly and walked to the room.

A few minutes later, the old woman came out with a small tea table. Seeing this, Qi Xia hurried forward to help her.

The old woman pointed to the osmanthus tree, "put it under the tree. The scenery outside is good."

"OK." Qi Xia put the tea table under the osmanthus tree and helped bring a small chair.

The old woman went into the kitchen and made a pot of Osmanthus tea. The yellow and orange tea was slowly poured into the transparent glass, overflowing with aroma.

The three sat around the tea table.

Silence.

Qi Xia looked up at the sweet scented osmanthus tree, hooked her lips and smiled, "aunt, do you also like the sweet scented osmanthus tree?"

The old woman said calmly, "well, my children like sweet scented osmanthus. When I was a child, whenever sweet scented osmanthus blooms, she liked to let me make sweet scented osmanthus wine balls for her."

Qi Xia's lips smiled more and his eyes were covered with water mist. "When I was a child, I also liked to pester my mother to make sweet scented osmanthus wine balls."

The old woman's lips were hooked and her voice was soft. "Your mother must be very happy to have such an excellent daughter as you."

Qi Xia's vision was blurred by tears. He couldn't see the figure opposite clearly and choked slightly. "My mother has died. She didn't see my adult day, let alone enjoy the blessing of the day..."

The old woman lowered her eyes and took up the tea cup to cover the sadness in her eyes, but she couldn't cover her trembling fingers.

"Old companion, I'm back." An old voice broke the silence in the yard.

Fu Chenghai opened the gate and came in. He was carrying large and small packages of vegetables with a simple smile on his face.

Qi Xia looked up and inexplicably felt that this scene was somewhat familiar. She couldn't help thinking deeply.

Fu Chenghai stepped up to them and said happily, "you sit and I'll cook."

The old woman stood up. "I'd better go. You're here and talk with the guests for a while."

Fu Chenghai touched his head simply and honestly. The wrinkles on his face stretched out and said with a smile, "also, my cooking is not as good as yours. Then you go first. If you need my help, just call me."

Qi Xia suddenly flashed a light in her head. She suddenly opened her eyes and stared at Fu Chenghai, her voice trembling, "Uncle Fu, is that you? Uncle Fu? "

Fu Chenghai and the old woman froze at the same time.

Qi Xia suddenly stood up and grabbed Fu Chenghai's hands. "Uncle Fu, I'm Xia Xia. Qi Xia, do you remember me?"

Fu Chenghai's face turned white suddenly, and his hands stroked Qi Xia's hands away at a loss, "this, this, I don't know what you're talking about."

Qi Xia said excitedly, "Uncle Fu, I remember you. You must be uncle Fu. We used to live in the same courtyard. You often set up a stall for my mother. My mother's name is Xia Ling. Do you remember?"

Fu Chenghai stood numb, his lips moved, and didn't say a word for a long time.

"Uncle Fu, what's the matter with you?" As like as two peas in the past, Qi Xia has already identified him as Fu Dahai, who was twenty years ago. Although he is old now, he has a shadow in his eyes and his movements are exactly the same as before.

Fu Chenghai turned his head rigidly, looked at the old woman who was also standing there, sighed deeply in his heart, squeezed out a smile on his face, pretended to be surprised and said, "Xia Xia Xia, it's you. It's really a woman's eighteen changes. I haven't recognized it yet."

Qi Xia smiled, "Uncle Fu, I didn't expect you to change your name. I haven't seen you for many years. How are you? "

"Good, good, good." Fu Chenghai hurriedly replied, and then winked at the old woman, "old companion, hurry to the kitchen. It's getting late."

Qi Xia hurriedly said, "aunt, let me help you."

Fu Chenghai stopped her, "no, no, just let your aunt do it. You are a guest today. Sit down and chat with uncle."

The old woman picked up the bag of vegetables and walked silently to the kitchen.

Qi Xia poured Fu Chenghai a cup of tea and said, "Uncle Fu, I think my aunt looks familiar. Did she also live in our alley before?"

Fu Chenghai burst into a cold sweat on his forehead and smiled uneasily, "no, she was known after I moved away later."

Qi Xia asked, "by the way, I haven't asked you why you moved away from the quadrangle. Didn't you live well?"

Fu Chenghai looked a little embarrassed and hesitated, "back then, when I was good to your mother and daughter, many people gossip, so I moved away."