She ran very fast, and the luggage on her back was not light, so she almost fell down in her haste. However, she managed to hold on, facing the wind, and tried her best to catch up.
However, the man's steps were getting faster and faster. She didn't care to hide her identity and shouted desperately: "Xiaojue...Xiaojue..."
In the bustling crowd, no one heard her cry.
An empty car stopped, and the man opened the door and got on without looking back.
When Yan Xixian chased after him, the car had already disappeared.
She stood there, thinking that her eyes were dazzled.
No, this is not Huang Xiaojue.
During the search, she made this mistake many times - whenever she saw a tall oriental man wearing a silver-gray coat and a cashmere scarf, she always thought it was Huang Xiaojue. However, every time she caught up with him, it was not him!
The red light is on, the green light is on.
She stood alone at the intersection, watching the crowds of people passing by.
Just like the years, they come and go, but in the end, you are still the only one standing there.
It was a very remote area two hundred miles away, sparsely populated.
Yan Xixi got out of the car.
A lonely little house far away from the surrounding neighbors.
In winter, the lawn is deserted, the trees have lost all their leaves, and there is no careful care, making it look very desolate.
Yan knocked on the door carefully.
After a long time, someone opened the door.
The two looked at each other, barely recognizing each other.
Yan Xixi lost her voice: "Uncle Huang, you... it is indeed you..."
Huang's father became even thinner. Fortunately, he was not haggard and depressed. However, his face was filled with the loneliness of being in a foreign land.
When he saw Yan Xixi, he was overjoyed: "Xixi...come in quickly...quickly..."
"Xixi, how did you become like this?"
Yan carefully took off the wig and eyelashes.
When Huang's father saw it, he laughed and said, "No, this is who you are."
In the living room, the carpet was clean and the fireplace was warm. Yan looked around carefully. The furniture was good and the overall environment was good. It was obvious that Huang Xiaojue had put in a lot of effort to settle his father.
Soon, Huang's father brought steaming tea and snacks: "It's cold, Xixi, you should eat some first."
Yan Xixian held the tea cup and said straight to the point: "Has Xiaojue come back?"
Father Huang sighed: "Oh, forget it, I haven't seen Xiaojue in almost half a year."
Yan Xixi's heart sank. Sure enough, Huang Xiaojue has never been seen again since he left that time. Where did he go? And for what purpose?
"Xiaojue entrusted a friend to take care of me. He was afraid that I would be in a bad mood, so he signed me up for a trip around the world for the elderly. I traveled with a group of old men and women, and I just came back last week...
"
It was this hundred-day trip that allowed Lao Huang to slowly come out of the shadow of losing his wife.
The world is full of wonders, but what the elderly fear most is loneliness. Being able to be among a lot of people and enjoy the fun of traveling is the best way to relieve loneliness.
Huang Xiaojue has always been filial to his parents. For this, he spent a lot of money. If he hadn't traveled around the world for such a long time, you can imagine how poor old Huang could have endured such a deep pain of losing his wife?
Yan carefully calculated the time and found that this travel arrangement was exactly after Huang Xiaojue left without saying goodbye. He had been thinking about his father. This completely confirmed that he was not the dead Chinese in Canada.
