Half an hour later, Fusheng returned to his house, but still couldn't sleep.

Many times, people's memories are like a mess, and it seems that they have no idea how to start, but if you find one of the threads, it can be very long.

Fusheng's memory is unclear, blurred faces and blurred places, but when Li Qiniang said that the old house in the Vinaigrette was the place where he lived in childhood, he remembered something.

When he first heard the place name of Persimmon Hutong, he felt an indescribable sense of familiarity. He remembered that night he was sitting under the moon and eating fried broad beans, and a faint sadness arose in his heart.

He didn't know why he was sad, so he ate a lot of broad beans that night.

After finally reaching the fourth day of the fourth day, Fusheng tiptoed to the stable and wrapped the horse's hooves with cloth. Without going through the side door, he went out through the back door by one and one horse.

There is a fragrant soup restaurant called Revlon on Suzhou Street, which is a real old brand that has come from Suzhou.

Today, a family's daughter was about to get married. Revlon's mothers were busy until midnight and cleaned the girl's whole body before coming back. This time, just after going to bed, the door outside was knocked.

Could it be that the bride-to-be is inappropriate? My parents' home came to call them over?

The door opened a crack from inside, revealing the old woman's sleepy eyes: "Is there anything wrong?"

The person who came was a strange face, seventeen or eighteen years old, was so angry that the wind lamp shone on his face. His little face was pale and his eyes were pitch black, which looked like the legendary iron-eating beast.

"I have something to do, I want to soak in the fragrance."

The woman suddenly lost all sleepiness. She looked up and down at the young man in front of her. Could it be the top player in the house of a young servant or the pillar in the opera troupe?

"See what I do? Hold it."

The expert could tell if there was any one. The young man took advantage of the situation. When the woman saw that it was more than the one who married her daughter yesterday.

"Oh, the distinguished guest welcomes the door, come in quickly."

No matter whether he is a young prostitute or an actor, no matter whether he is a man or a woman, the money is not distinguished between men and women.

The sky was bright, and Fu Sheng walked out of Luhuan. His black hair was neatly combed, his eyebrows were clear, his lips were red, his teeth were white, and his young skin was white, like a boiled egg with peeled skin, with no acne marks, no blackheads, and his eyes were shining.

The woman sent him out and sighed. Such a young man was so tender, but unfortunately they were not allowed to take the bath. Fortunately, they just didn't let them help with the bath. She even clamped her eyebrows and applied her face.

Seeing him walking away, the woman closed the door again. Revlon's business started in the afternoon, and it was not yet time to visit the guest.

There were already shops in groups of three or three on the street to welcome guests. Fusheng walked into a ready-to-wear shop, picked up the most expensive one and bought a new outfit, and went to the old brand in Xinjing City, and bought himself new shoes and socks.

When he passed by a breakfast shop, he went in and bought the fried dough sticks that had just been fried.

He remembered the Shantang where he lived, and the clear memories of his childhood began in the Shantang.

The manager in Shantang is kind on the surface, but privately enjoys beating the child. The manager likes to pick up children aged six or seven. His favorite thing is to use bamboo slices dipped in water to beat their young skin.

At that time, what he was most afraid of was that the manager asked him to come to his room. If he refused to go, the manager would not give him food and let other children beat him together.

Once, he saw the manager tie a child to a stone and sink into the river outside Shantang.

He knew that the child was named Ah Hui, and like him, he was often called into the house by the manager.

He was very scared, and he was worried that he would be thrown into the river by the manager, so that day, he rushed over and bit the manager. The manager suffered a pain, and he was tripped off inadvertently and fell to the ground. He took the opportunity to run out.

There was a dog hole at the back wall of Shantang. The hole was very small, but he was also very small. He successfully escaped from the dog hole.

He didn't know where he was going, so he ran to the street and went to beg for food when he was so hungry. The beggars bullied their lives and chased him. He ran away desperately and rushed to Qi Wei's horse. Qi Wei picked him up from the ground, gave him some snacks, and asked Hao Chong to take him to take a shower. Hao Chong rubbed him like a red monkey.

Later, he became a blessing.

It was noon at sunset, and the door of Ouyang's old house in Shizi Hutong was knocked on. Wu Jie thought it was Yan Xuehuai and Lu Ying'er who had left something and came back, so he trotted over and opened the door.

When the door opened, Wu Jie saw Fusheng standing on the steps.

"Who are you looking for?" Wu Jie asked.

"I am Xiaotao, I'll come to find my relatives."

Wu Jie was stunned, turned around and ran inside, shouting as he ran: "Young Master is back, you are back!"

Mrs. Ye was about to go out to set up a stall, but Wu Jie ran to the backyard with a scream. When she heard the sound of "Young Master is back", Mrs. Ye was stunned, then pushed Wu Jie away and walked towards the door. Mo Yu and Wu Rui, who heard the movement, also ran out. Mrs. Ye took the lead in coming to the gate, and she saw the boy at the door.

The boy was wearing new clothes and standing in the sunshine. He was as beautiful as the morning sun, with clear eyebrows and clear eyes, without any gloom. His body was neat and just right, and even his nails were cultivated into the best shape.

This is different from Mrs. Ye’s imagination.

The grandson she imagined was bullied and suffered hardships, while the boy in front of her was healthy and bright and energetic.

But she imagined it the same as Mrs. Ye, because this is what she imagined when her grandson grew up.

This is her grandson. She doesn't need to have a blood test. Just looking at that face, she knows that this is their child.

The grandson stood at the door without any abruptness of strangers, just like the stone steps at the door, he had walked countless times.

He did not come over mountains and rivers and trampled through thorns, he just went out to walk his horses, and when he came back, he bought breakfast that his grandmother liked to eat.

"Xiao Tao, are you back?"

Mrs. Ye's eyes became blurred. Through the heavy mist, she tried hard to see her grandson clearly, and her eyes were reluctant to take them away.

Fusheng smiled: "I'm sorry, grandmother, I'm late."

"It's not too late, it's not too late, it's not too late for grandmother to live and wait for you."

In the Duke's Mansion, Li Qiniang packed up and sat in the room waiting.

Yesterday, Fusheng said that he would send her back to Li Shiji.

She could actually leave by herself, but she was worried that she would be targeted, so Fusheng said she wanted to send her away, so she agreed.

She looked at the drip in the corner of the house. It was this time, why didn't Fusheng come yet?

No, it was not Fusheng who came here to get breakfast for the Duke this morning, but the servant of the Duke. In the past, Fusheng never used his hands on the Duke's meals.

Did the child get excited after hearing what he said yesterday and stayed in bed and refused to get up?
Chapter completed!