Fang Daichuan was finally released. After being detained for 24 hours, after repeated interrogations day and night, without the slightest result.

His parents had received the news a long time ago, and they were waiting in the police station. They would not leave unless they saw anyone. They lied in the lobby of the police station. They are all criminal police officers, who are very familiar with the police interrogating prisoners. While anxious, they feel distressed, and let Xiao Zhou run errands to buy a lot of useful things.

Xiao Zhou was ashamed. She was the one who got into the car, and the police reported it. At first seeing Fang Daichuan's parents, he was very guilty. He ran errands back and forth without complaint.

When Fang Daichuan was released, Xiao Zhou burst into tears instantly. She has been under too much psychological pressure these past few days. She was worried and worried. As early as when Fang Daichuan was missing, she had been carefully interrogated by the police after she reported the case, but it was not so exaggerated. Fang Daichuan came out of the detention room. Xiao Zhou could hardly recognize him, stubble appeared on his chin, his face pale and haggard, and his lips were cracked. Xiao Zhou was so guilty that his whole heart shrank into a ball.

Fang Daichuan smiled weakly, touched the top of her head, and smiled: "Don't cry, it's really ugly. People outside must think I really committed a crime." His voice was dumb, and his throat seemed to be blocked. Sandpaper is average.

"I'm sorry, Brother Chuan'er, I'm sorry..." Xiao Zhou choked so much that he could hardly speak.

Fang Daichuan shook his head and smiled: "It's all over, don't blame you, I didn't pay attention."

His parents stood aside, feeling very sad, Fang Daichuan looked away, not daring to look into his parents' eyes. His dad stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, patted him constantly, and cursed: "Smelly boy, stinky boy, let us be so anxious."

Mom knocked off Dad’s hand, sniffed, put her arms around the tall son, and leaned against his chest, and just said: "Just come back, just come back."

"Old Fang, sorry, we also follow the procedure." The deputy bureau handed Fang's father a cigarette.

Fang Jin lighted the cigarette and took a fierce puff, his fingers trembling.

The outside world has paid a lot of attention to this matter. Fang Daichuan is a star, big and small, and his social reputation is there. There is no evidence and the police cannot apply for arrest. According to the rules, he can only be released temporarily and sent under residential surveillance. The takeaway and courier guys were all stopped to register one by one.

It's easy to monitor, because Fang Daichuan didn't go anywhere and slept at home all day.

Fang Jin cooked for his son.

Fang Daichuan slept in a drowsy day, opened his eyes and smelled the fragrance of rice. The sound of frying tofu came from the kitchen, and the small oil bubble topped the tofu, and there was a slightly cracked golden sound.

Fang Daichuan only realized that he was hungry. He first went to the bathroom to wash, rubbed his face, shaved off his beard, and stared at himself in the mirror in a daze.

The young man in the mirror was thin and silent, his cheeks sunken, his eyes dim and lifeless.

Is that Fang Daichuan?

Fang Daichuan should have always been spirited.

He looked down at the ring in his hand, and glanced at the tool box on one side of the shelf, with a pair of scissors lying horizontally on top of the other tools, with a sharp blade.

"It's eating!" Mom knocked on the bathroom door, and smiled outside the door, "You must be hungry, come out soon, your dad will make rice for you."

Fang Daichuan was stunned for a moment, then looked away.

Fang Jin made rice with crab roe and tofu with eggs. Grandpa Fang Daichuan's special skill was his favorite meal when he was a child. Every time Grandpa cooks rice with rice, he can eat two more bowls.

Add vinegar and ground **** to the egg yolks, fry them slightly, and fry them with the fried tofu. Sprinkle a handful of raw green onion before serving. In a hot pan with butter, stir-fry the peeled crab roe and bald butter for fragrant taste. The chicken broth that has been dipped for the afternoon is slid in and boiled, and then the hot broth is poured on the cold rice.

Fang Daichuan was eating absently. Amidst the steamy heat, his parents’ smiley faces made the egg yolk stalks on his chest, and he couldn’t get up or down.

"Is it delicious?" Fang Jin asked carefully.

Fang Daichuan nodded, but he didn't really feel anything.

The three of them ate in silence for a while, only the clash of dishes and chopsticks could be heard at the dinner table.

Mother took a chopsticks spinach and stuffed it into Fang Daichuan's bowl: "Take a la carte, don't just pick up rice."

Fang Daichuan slipped into his mouth absently, "I miss my grandpa."

Fang Jin and Jiang Jie looked at each other.

"If you think about it, go see him," Jiang Jie smiled, and filled her son with a bowl of soup. "We'll go after dinner."

Grandpa still lives in that small alley. He has a dog and a pigeon nest hung under the eaves. Fang Daichuan got out of the car, and several police cars stopped in the distance to watch him.

"Grandpa!" Fang Daichuan exclaimed. His grandpa had to yell to hear him over the past two years.

The old man turned around, and he was in good spirits: "Yo! My Chuaner is here! The brat, remember to visit me!" Grandpa also shouted loudly.

The long and spacious alleys in my childhood memories now look narrow and dark.

The chaotic wires cut the narrow line of the sky further apart, and there are electric cars against the wall in the alley, and Xiao Huang riding back from the outside. The neighbors pulled up ropes between the windows, clothes and sheets, mixed with the hostess's underwear and baby's diapers to hang outside.

The peddler who sells orange candies doesn't know where it is.

"Our neighbor... When I was a child, I lived with a foreign child, do you remember Grandpa?" Fang Daichuan tentatively asked.

Grandpa smiled and threw corn kernels on the clearing. His pigeons flew down to eat, peeking at their necks: "Remember, do you still remember? You liked that kid when you were a kid, go every day When I came back to harass your mother and asked your mother to give you a baby sister, she said she would also give me a foreign child to play with. Your mother said that she could not give birth to a foreign child, so she beat you up angrily."

Fang Daichuan didn't remember this at all, and he was a little embarrassed when he heard his grandfather mention it.

"That kid was always bullied when he was young. His parents are not at home and live alone. It's pitiful. You've been so troubled since you were young. Big Tiger and Zhouzi bullied him, you go and beat them. They are several years older than you, you Come back with two tubes of nosebleeds every day.” The two of them talked and walked back. The big yellow dog at the door heard the movement and greeted him early, turning around his grandfather’s legs, ears on the top of his head, spitting The tongue needs food.

Fang Daichuan watched grandfather tear the big yellow dog ham and pet him from start to end while feeding it. The big dog made a comfortable cooing sound from his throat: "Then grandpa, their house later... why didn't you live here? remember?"

Grandpa thought for a while: "I don't know, it seems that something happened. The man died and the child was taken away by relatives. His family is not a landlord, but a rented house from outside. Not familiar, who knows where to move?"

Fang Daichuan sighed.

"They left, and you cried your nose again," the grandfather said, happily. "The landlord hid the child and told them to pay you back. The landlord coaxed you and said he When I return to my country, I will come back to look for you when I am older. This will coax you."

Fang Daichuan's nose was sore, so he didn't cry.

"It was great when I was a kid, and I can run to someone else's house to cry," he muttered softly, his grandfather's ears were inaudible, "he was hidden again, this time, I don't know if he can return it to me."

Grandpa scrambled eggs for him to cook tofu. As he got older, the taste deteriorated and his hands and feet were not good. The tofu was fried a bit thick and the salt was too much, but Fang Daichuan still ate a lot.

"Speaking of it, Qianer, I still dreamed of you." The old man had a bad appetite and ate too little. Grandpa ordered a pot and pipe, smoking and watching his grandson gobble it up with a smile.

Fang Daichuan put a mouth of tofu in his mouth, swallowed with his neck stretched, and asked casually, "What did you dream of me?"

"I dreamed that you were filming on an island, I went to see you, you said that grandpa I miss you, and I found you a foreign daughter-in-law," Grandpa took a cigarette and smashed it beautifully." I said that foreign daughter-in-laws are good, with long legs and big ass, and they are good at giving birth. You say no, my daughter-in-law is sick and can't give birth. I sighed and said, oh, what should I do? My child, you can't give birth to a mixed-race child if you ask a foreign wife."

Fang Daichuan was stunned.

Grandpa stared at the veggie ring in his hand, with a smile, with a clear look: "Later, I woke up and couldn't sleep. Rhubarb sat with me in the courtyard for half the night. It was about dawn. , I also figured it out, hey, anyway, at my age, I can’t see you having a baby anyway. Seeing you beg your wife, I’m content too. When I get down, I’ll talk to your grandma, let’s Chuan'er had a good life and asked a foreign daughter-in-law to be his wife."

Fang Daichuan did not speak, bowed his head and slammed a big mouthful of rice.

Grandpa opened a bottle of rice wine and soaked medicinal materials such as ginseng and seahorse. The two of them were in the courtyard and filled a glass.

"Chuan'er," Grandpa touched the cup with him, "Grandpa is so old, if he doesn't ask anything else, he wants you to be happy. If you encounter any troubles, just come and talk to grandpa, don't It’s hard for yourself to work, don’t work too hard. If you want anything, you can fight for it yourself. If you don’t want it, forget it. Don’t be too persistent if you don’t have a relationship with you," he said, taking a sip of wine. Seeing Fang Daichuan sighed, he said lovingly, "Look at making my Chuaner thin."