"That day I was catching crabs in a small river on the roadside at the entrance of the village. I was fainted by a passing woman and took them to another place. I was too young at that time and couldn't remember many things. I forgot what that person looked like, and I only remember to change places constantly..."

"Later I was sold to a mute. The mute was an orphan left in the Northeast after the Japanese were defeated and surrendered in 1945. About half a year later, he took me on a boat to smuggle to Japan..."

"I didn't have a fixed residence in the first few years. I stayed in Yokohama, Kyoto, and Osaka. Later, my muteness was ineffective, so we lived in Kobe. After he passed away last summer, I planned to smuggle back because I heard that my sister and brother-in-law were in Yuncheng, so I came here first..."

"Smuggling and helping people smuggle are illegal. It will be troublesome if the police find out. So before I got on the boat, I swore with the person who was receiving the support, keeping my mouth shut and not revealing the details of the smuggling to anyone..."

Du Qiushi was born in 1973. He was only 22 years old in 1995. Du Qiu was about 4 years apart, but it was difficult for a man in his 20s to tell his age from his appearance. He had copper coins from his ancestors as a token, and his appearance was similar to his "nephew". There was no problem with pretending. Under his preconceived thinking, Du Chunhua accepted the fabricated resume and story no matter how vague or bizarre, and Du Chunhua accepted it completely. He believed it without doubt and was better than the Su brother and sister. After hearing it, he wiped his tears and said sadly: "So you have gone to Japan. No wonder there was no news for so many years. How could that mute... Did he make you suffer?"

"He has a weird temper, but he is very nice to me. At first, I was young, and he worked as a gangster to raise me everywhere. I bought everything for me. Later, when he got old, I became me raised him." In order not to make my mother sad, Du Qiu made up a few more warm chicken soup stories, and then comforted him: "Japan's economy is developed. Even if he works as a gangster, he can make a lot of money a day and eat and drink. Look, I am clean now and have no suffering at all."

"That is, Japan is a developed country with an annual per capita income of several million yen. If you count it, you can earn more than 10,000 yuan every day, which is much better than the domestic conditions." Lin Dawei tried to smooth things over and persuaded him: "Chunhua, don't think about it. Qiu Shi is so tall, so he must have never lacked short-term food and clothing."

"No, he smuggled in, he didn't even have an identity, and when he went there, he was so young that he couldn't go to school, so how could he not suffer when he was a bad job!"

After years of separation, we met again. Under the severe emotional impact, our logical thinking ability will decline seriously. It is the most suitable time to ambush the time travel. Du Qiu began to actively guide the topic and fire smoke bombs for various knowledge and skills he had mastered, saying: "Sister, do you remember the calligraphy you taught me when you were a child? Japanese people especially like Chinese calligraphy. I made a lot of money by selling characters at the beginning, and later I also taught myself some electronic and computer technology. I actually helped others type and repair computers. I did brain work, which was similar to white-collar workers in the office, and I had never suffered at all."

Du Chunhua laughed when she heard this, her smile was full of nostalgia, and her tone became closer. She said, "My father was busy building a school back then and had no time to care about you. He asked me to teach you enlightenment. You always go against me, and the writing was messy, like a ghostly talisman. Can calligraphy like you be sold for money?"

Although she was talking about another person, Du Qiu empathized with it and smiled, her smile was also full of remembrance, because when she was practicing calligraphy when she was a child, she always looked at Lin Jinyan, who was sitting next to her playing Conrat, then opened her backpack, took out a notepad she had made specially, displayed the text on the cover, and said, "This is what I wrote yesterday, how do you think you wrote it?"

Du Chunhua was surprised and happy with her dignified calligraphy, so she reached out and took it over and looked carefully. Lin Jinyan put down the game controller, climbed into her arms and joined in the fun, and read it loudly: "I know these words, Jin Sheng Lishui, and Yu Zhi comes from Kungang, which is from "Thousand Character Text".

"Jinyan is so smart." Lin Dawei was very proud of his son's performance. He rubbed his little head and praised, and then laughed and joked: "Chunhua, I think this word is worse than you, exquisite and beautiful. You, the one who is a sister, is not as good as your younger brother. He is really regressing as he lives."

"You don't understand calligraphy, what nonsense are you talking about, these words..." Du Chunhua only mentioned it for a moment and stopped talking. She stroked the words on the cover, her eyes turned red again, and she recalled: "They were the eight words you practiced on the day you disappeared. The copybook is still in your hometown. If our father saw that you have not forgotten in the past few years and wrote so well, he would be very happy."

"You are really nonsense! As long as Qiushi comes back, he can't write anything, and our father is very happy." Lin Dawei said this, slapped his thigh and stood up, asking, "I was so busy that I was so confused just now that I forgot to call back to my hometown to report the good news. Chunhua, should you hit me or me? Or let Qiushi hit me by myself?"

Du Chunhua looked at Du Qiu, and Du Qiu hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is there a phone number in my hometown?"

"No, I can only call the village committee and then someone will convey it."

"Then don't call me now. I came back from smuggling. I can't explain this clearly on the phone. If I say less, my dad will think randomly at home. If I say too much, it will easily cause rumors. And now the Chinese New Year is coming soon. I plan to go back to my hometown tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. If you face to face, you will be able to say anything."

"Then don't call me now. Our dad has been waiting for more than ten years and doesn't care about these days." Du Chunhua also agreed and said, "You just came back from Japan. I don't know how troublesome the Spring Festival travel rush in China is. You can't just go back just by wanting to go back. Dawei, please ask a friend to help you book another train ticket and let Qiushi go home with us."

"Sister, when will you go back?"

"The Young People's Palace plans to hold a New Year's Eve evening on the 23rd. The city's leaders are going to attend, so I can leave on the 24th." Du Chunhua explained, while pulling out the notepad from the envelope, then exclaimed softly, saying: "Someone came to the Young People's Palace to sell this kind of book a few days ago. It's of good quality, but it's very expensive. Where did you get it?"

"These books were actually made by me and a few friends."

"What did you do?"

Du Qiu made a table of Japanese dishes yesterday to let the Su brothers and sisters turn their attention from China to Japan. Today, he brought a notepad to allow Du Chunhua to turn his attention from Japan to China. In short, he wanted to cut the fictional 15-year trafficking timeline into pieces, so that the audience's focus would be quickly shifted between China and Japan, thus ignoring the false "smuggling" process. Seeing that Du Chunhua was both curious and surprised, it obviously had an effect, so he slowly explained: "I once met a fellow villager from the same county in Japan. After hearing that I disappeared, our father hired a son-in-law for the Du family's incense..."

Lin Dawei, who was calling to book a train ticket, froze and turned his head and smiled dryly at him. Du Chunhua was also a little embarrassed, lowered his head and said nothing, and cleaned up the building blocks that Lin Jinyan had thrown on the sofa.

"That fellow villager didn't know our family. The reason why I knew this was because my brother-in-law was admitted to Yuncheng University in 1985 and became the first top student to be admitted to a key university in the surrounding areas. It was a sensation at the time, but he only knew that his brother-in-law had been admitted to Yuncheng University and stayed in Yuncheng to settle down, but he didn't know where to live. So after I returned to China, I went to Yuncheng University to find clues. By chance, a brother and sister met in the school library..."

After Du Qiu introduced the process of making notepads in detail in detail in the past few days, he began to fill in the pit for his father and said, "I found my brother-in-law on New Year's Day, but I looked rather embarrassed at the time, so I didn't recognize each other. I just borrowed 2,000 yuan from him in the name of my fellow villager as the capital for making notepads."

"Yes, yes, that's it." Lin Dawei's heart fell back into his stomach for a long time, and he kept saying: "Actually, you should have said it clearly at that time. My family doesn't care whether it's a mess or not. As long as people come back safely."

"Where did you meet Qiushi on New Year's Day? Why didn't you tell me after you came back? How could he be so embarrassed?"

"Look at you, you always ask questions. Since Qiu Shi doesn't want to say it, don't ask too much." Lin Dawei was panicked again, so he repeated the same trick, picked up Lin Jinyan, and shouted: "It's already 6:30, let's go out for dinner, let's talk while eating. Son, are you hungry? What do you want to eat at night?"

When Du Chunhua returned to the bedroom to change clothes, Lin Dawei looked at Du Qiu with a look of death and begged for mercy: "Qiushi, I was just acting on the scene that day, and I absolutely had no intention of your sister, and I would never make any more mistakes in the future. Let's skip it and not mention it, okay?"

"Brother-in-law, what did you say? I just borrowed money from you that day and didn't see anything else."

"Good brother, you are so righteous! If you need any help in the future, just come to find your brother-in-law. If you go through fire and water, you will never refuse."

Dad, do you know why mom named your son Jinyan...

Because you always brag and make promises, and you will never repent if you suffer any hardships...

In Du Chunhua's eyes, Du Qiu is a younger brother who has been separated for 15 years. In Lin Dawei's eyes, Du Qiu is a stranger who has only met once. In Du Qiu's eyes, these two relatives who have raised him for more than 20 years. Their cognitions are different, so there will naturally be various loopholes. Du Qiu takes advantage of this advantage, and flatters her to his preferences and flatter her. She only takes one meal to make up for the emotions that have become a little unfamiliar because she has not seen each other for many years. This makes Du Chunhua no longer deliberately avoid sensitive topics, speak casually, and act casually, and there is no barrier between them. Lin Dawei is amazed at this and sighs at the time of checkout: "Sure enough, the brothers and sisters are different. Chunhua and I have been with her for more than ten years, and I don't know her much better than you, and I have never seen her smile as happy as today."

Of course, after all, I have raised my son for more than 20 years. No matter how bad it is, it is more considerate than you, a reckless man who doesn’t understand sensuality...

Du Qiu said before that he met a fellow villager in Japan, which was fake, but it was true that he said Lin Dawei was a son-in-law in the house. Du Qiushi was the only male in the Du family. After he disappeared, in order to continue the incense, his grandfather took Lin Dawei, who was disliked by his parents. His brother and sister-in-law, back home to be a child support son-in-law. At that time, Lin Dawei was only 14 years old, more than one year younger than Du Chunhua. Although the two got married under the arrangement of their grandfather, they slept in a tacit way after their son was born. The marriage was in name but not real.

In fact, Du Chunhua had known that Lin Dawei had been playing tricks outside, but he just didn't care, because in her opinion, this guy was more of a half-brother than a husband.

Lin Dawei also has a knot in his heart. He is a person with strong self-esteem. He is dependent on others for family reasons. In his youth, food, clothing, housing and transportation, and study in his youth, all the fees were handled by Du Chunhua. The ridicule of outsiders and the gratitude of his heart impacted each other, and finally turned into an extreme respect. Seeing Du Chunhua was like a mouse with a cat, timid and magnificent. Once, after he got drunk, he said to Du Qiu, who was still in middle school at the time: Your mother is an ice sculpture Bodhisattva, extremely holy. Even if I take off all my clothes, I dare not get close to you, and I don’t even dare to look at it.

In short, there is only family affection, no love, and the differences in personality, hobbies and life concepts are too big. If you use an analogy, Lin Dawei is Lu Zhishen in "Water Margin", who is generous and righteous, but reckless and impulsive, while Du Chunhua is Xue Baochai in "Dream of Red Mansions", who is gentle and smart but stubborn and conservative. The two often talk to each other and cannot communicate. They always have conflicts when they are tied together. It is better to live a happy life separately. It is precisely for this reason that after Du Qiu broke through his father's romantic affairs on New Year's Day, he was not interested in taking care of it.

On the way home, Du Qiu sat in the back row, teasing Lin Jinyan while pretending to be careless and said, "Sister, I'll tell you something."

"What?"

"After I came back from Japan, I felt that Qiushi's 'real' and 'real' were homophonic, so I removed it, and I always called it Du Qiu to outsiders."

"Okay, it's OK to remove it. You can call it Du Qiu in the future. If you don't want that word, our dad will definitely agree."

Sure enough, I am still the same mother who sometimes doesn’t believe in anything and sometimes is superstitious…
Chapter completed!