After the plane landed, Ye Wenchan quickly walked out of the airport and saw a very familiar middle-aged man.
"Mr. Six!"
After seeing Ye Wenchan, this man bowed ninety degrees and addressed her respectfully.
This scene stunned the surrounding passengers.
"Who is that? Am I right? It's Sun Junwu, the richest man in Qingzhou, right?"
"Sun Junwu is actually bowing to a young man? Could he be a big shot from the capital?"
"My God, Sun Junwu has always been arrogant and arrogant. Who can deserve such a gift from him? This young man is incredible..."
Ye Wenchan laughed and got into Sun Junwu's Maybach.
Shen Qinghe, who had just walked out of the airport gate, saw a luxurious Maybach speeding past him, and vaguely saw a familiar figure from the window.
"Huh? I must have seen it wrong."
Shen Qinghe laughed at himself, how could that down-and-out family who just came out of the mountains afford such a luxury car?
Sun Junwu, the richest man in Qingzhou, has a life full of legends, and it is no exaggeration to describe him with four words: ups and downs.
He was once framed by his enemies and was poisoned. In order to survive, he spent all his family property to find a place to stay at the Xuanmiao Medical Clinic.
During the two years when he worked as a gardener in Mount Xumi, Ye Wenchan took good care of him. It was entirely due to Ye Wenchan that the toxins in his body were removed.
The young Ye Wenchan is equivalent to his reborn parent.
It was also during those two years that Sun Junwu saw the world in Mount Xumi and realized that his achievements were nothing compared to those of the people there.
"Mr. Sun, I'm really troubling you. You even came to the airport to pick me up."
Ye Wenchan smiled and said.
"Mr. Six, you are too polite. This is what I should do!"
Sun Junwu laughed and said, "This is the gift I prepared for Mr. Six, two kilograms of royal tribute Dahongpao that has been stored for thirty years. I know Mr. Six likes tea, and I hope Mr. Six will accept it."
Ye Wenchan patted the tea cube wrapped in ordinary oil paper. Thinking of his adoptive father who also loved tea, he nodded with satisfaction.
In Baishi Alley, eight years have passed and many things have not changed.
On the bluestone pavement, in the Yue'er River opposite, the water flows gurglingly, accompanied by a familiar accent.
Everything is as it is in memory.
Not far from his home, Ye Wenchan got out of the car, carrying a piece of tea, and recalled the days when he and a large group of children fished and caught shrimps in the stream.
It is still an old and dilapidated courtyard. Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the courtyard, a middle-aged man holds a cigarette and looks at a BMW 3 Series parked in the courtyard with an expressionless face. He seems to be disgusted with this car.
The car occupied the place where I used to smoke and drink tea.
"Cough cough cough..."
The middle-aged man Cao Zheng sighed, took a long drag on a low-quality cigarette, and then coughed violently.
"If you are not in good health, you should smoke less. You are over 50 years old, and you are still so willful?"
With tears in Ye Wenchan's eyes, he walked around the BMW, stood in front of Cao Zheng, and whispered a reminder.
It's not an accusation, just some excitement and emotion.
Eight years.
Finally came home.
"I am happy with it, but do you want you to take care of it?"
Cao Zheng didn't react for a short time. After pouting and choking back, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
When he suddenly turned his head, he happened to see that familiar face.
And that body that has grown strong and straight after eight years of ups and downs.
"Ask, ask the cicada?"
Cao Zheng raised his hand and slapped himself, as if he was dreaming, but the pain was so real.
Ye Wenchan looked at Cao Zheng with a smile, put his hand on his face and patted it twice: "Why, I don't recognize your son anymore?"
Cao Zheng felt the touch of his palm, looked at it blankly for several times, and finally raised his head and laughed.
"Good boy, you finally remembered your father! I thought you would never come back in this life?"
Cao Zheng met Ye Wenchan's left chest and punched him on the spot.
Ye Wenchan smiled broadly and stood still.
If it were in the past, who would have dared to treat Ye Wenchan like this, he would have fallen to the ground long ago, blowing out the lamp and pulling out the wax.
After all, the first half of Ye Wenchan's body is a restricted area.
No one can get close to him unless he agrees.
"Are there any guests at home today?"
Ye Wenchan glanced at the BMW parked under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and asked with a smile.
Cao Zheng waved his hand, shook his head and sighed: "Xiaoyue's boyfriend is getting engaged. I invited your Uncle Wen over today. I want him to be the betrothed person and discuss the engagement."
"We are preparing dinner in the house, and your adoptive mother's friends are all there. I can't get used to it, so I came out to greet you Uncle Wen. I didn't expect to welcome you, the boy."
Uncle Wen is a Chinese scholar who came out of Baishi Alley. He retired in the past few years and returned to Baishi Alley to live a life of idle clouds and wild cranes. Whenever the folks in the village had anything to do, they would come to him to socialize with him. He felt that it was a good deal.
Uncle Wen was also happy to help.
Ye Wenchan touched his chin and was slightly surprised. He really didn't expect that the timing was such a coincidence.
"Lao Cao, this room is so busy, and you don't even ask me to help with a plate or a bowl, but you just hide and smoke! Is there a father like you?"
While the two were talking, a middle-aged woman walked out of the room with a smile on her face. The moment she saw Ye Wenchan, she suddenly became weird, surprised and embarrassed.
But these emotions all turned into deep disgust after seeing what Ye Wenchan was wearing.
"Foster mother!"
Ye Wenchan nodded and said hello with a smile.
The adoptive mother Wang Yazhen was stunned for a long time, and then she realized: "Ye Wenchan? Why are you back again?"
Following Wang Yazhen's exclamation, all the middle-aged women in the room were attracted and looked over.
"This is Lao Cao's godson, he's actually back."
"Think about it, it's been seven or eight years since you left, right?"
"Looking at what he's wearing, it looks like he hasn't changed his clothes in so many years."
"Keep your voice down. He was taken away by a Taoist priest back then. He probably lived a miserable life."
There were whispers.
What these old ladies are usually good at is chatting away, and now they even revealed all the past events.
"Old Cao is still bitter about Cao Yue's failure to marry his godson until now. He didn't expect that this guy will come back sooner or later. But Cao Yue is getting engaged. Should he come out?