The incident of the middle-aged man falling asleep on the train was like a small episode that passed quickly.
After discussing it for a while, everyone's attention quickly turned to other things. Those who were supposed to be munching on melon seeds were munching on melon seeds, and those who were supposed to be coaxing their children.
Zhang Heng took the opportunity of fetching water to scan the entire carriage, but he did not see anyone behaving abnormally. Thinking back to the message sent by You Always Look Unhappy (# O ′), it was very likely that the person who attacked the middle-aged man was not on the train.
After returning to his seat, the TOEFL girl was still chatting with Zhang Heng in high spirits. While Zhang Heng responded to her, his mind was still on what happened earlier. Obviously, this incident would not end just like that. The three major guilds had been offering a reward for the mysterious woman who suddenly appeared at the auction that night.
Other than the fact that the mysterious woman had fooled everyone, the three major guilds wanted to get back at her. More importantly, they wanted to retrieve the Dreamland of Death, a Grade-B game item from the mysterious woman. No one could rest easy until they found such a killer weapon. After all, no one knew if what happened to the former Silver Wing leader would happen to them.
However, because Zhang Heng had been playing solo, and the only solo competitive quest that he encountered other players had no survivors, he was relatively safe. Under normal circumstances, he would not be targeted. Coupled with the fact that he had swapped seats earlier, it was probably an accident that the mysterious woman chose to attack the person sitting next to him.
Nothing special happened until the train arrived at the station.
The TOEFL girl wanted to ask for Zhang Heng's contact number, but she was too shy to ask. Watching Zhang Heng disappear into the crowd with his backpack and suitcase, she could not help but feel a sense of loss. She knew that the two of them would probably never see each other again.
…
Zhang Heng did not want to trouble his grandfather, but the latter still came to the station to pick him up in his old Volkswagen.
Zhang Heng hugged his grandfather at the exit, then put his luggage in the trunk and sat in the passenger seat. This reminded him of something else. Although he had learned drifting from Takeda Tetsuya in the Tokyo Drift quest and even won the Death Race, he still could not drive in the real world.
Since he did not have a driver's license yet, maybe he should take the time to get it.
"How's school life?" asked his grandfather as he drove.
"Not bad, it's the same as always." Even without the warning from the strange man in the Tang suit, Zhang Heng wouldn't have told his grandfather about what happened during this period. Putting aside whether others would understand and accept such a thing, even if his grandfather knew about it, there was nothing he could do other than worry about him.
After the incident with Zavilcha, Zhang Heng considered if he should indirectly warn his grandfather about similar dangers. But after thinking about it, even if ordinary people knew about it in advance, it would be difficult for them to respond effectively. So, he gave up on the idea.
Moreover, as an intellectual of the older generation, Grandpa only had a firm belief in Marxism, so it was unlikely that he would get involved in such matters.
"You seem to have matured a lot during this time." Grandpa looked at Zhang Heng in the rearview mirror and paused. "Very good. Don't be as frivolous as your father. A man should act like a man. Try to do more and talk less. Speak with your actions."
"Then why did you marry Mom to him back then?" Zhang Heng asked, opening the CD case on the side and pulling out an album called "Qi Li Xiang." This album was about as old as the car. Zhang Heng skillfully inserted it into the car's CD player.
After a while, Jay Chou's voice echoed in the car.
Grandpa snorted coldly. "Your mother has bad taste since she was a child. She must have inherited it from your grandmother."
Zhang Heng smiled and did not say anything else.
Half an hour later, the car arrived at the place where Zhang Heng lived. Grandpa lived in a residential area, but because it was built earlier, there was no underground parking lot planned. Later, he had to add parking spaces by the roadside.
After his grandfather parked the car, Zhang Heng got out of the car and took his suitcase. During this time, he met several residents of the same building. Since everyone used to work in the same unit, they were all familiar with each other. When Zhang Heng was a child, he used to wander around the courtyard and visit many of their houses.
At times like this, it was necessary to stop and say a few words. So, the short walk took a few more minutes.
When he returned home, grandpa reheated the meal that he had prepared in advance. While eating, he talked about Zhang Heng's parents. During Christmas, Zhang Heng received a call from them saying that they would be coming back for the New Year. However, they did not specify a specific time and date. It was only a few days ago that they booked the plane tickets.
The two of them would take the next flight to Shanghai in four days and then fly back. Although Grandpa was quite dissatisfied with the two of them spending all these years abroad, it was obvious that he valued this family reunion very much. As early as a week ago, he began to prepare all kinds of ingredients, and even took out the Maotai that he had been saving for a long time.
It always felt good to be home, especially for Zhang Heng. The past six months had been extraordinarily long and complicated for him.
After taking a shower, he walked into his bedroom with his backpack, pressed the switch on the wall, and turned on the lights. Zhang Heng looked around and found that the place had not changed much since he left.
Except for the new bedsheets and quilt, everything else remained the same. The Hulk figurines and Spiderman figurines he bought in junior high school were still on the bedside shelf in the classic poses of Bruce Lee and Altland. The now antique PSP was stuffed at the bottom of the drawer, and there were also a few posters of SHE and Jay Chou.
Zhang Heng threw his backpack in front of the desk and threw himself on the bed.
At this moment, he finally did not have to think about what happened in the previous quest, nor did he have to guess what the people around him were thinking. This was probably the meaning of home.
…
Zhang Heng slept until ten o 'clock. After breakfast, he began to help grandpa with the pre-New Year's cleaning. First, they started with the study, rummaging through the gadgets that were stuffed everywhere. After wiping them clean, they sorted them out and put them back in their place.
Zhang Heng rummaged under the bookcase and found an unopened pager. He was a little hesitant about what to do with it. At this time, he saw grandpa suddenly standing on the other side, holding a photo album in his hand, lost in thought.
Zhang Heng put down the pager and walked over.
This photo album should be quite old, and the photos inside were already yellowed. However, he could still see the faces of the people in the photos. It was a girl with a sweet smile and a young man with a serious face.
"She looks very beautiful," Zhang Heng said.
"Yes, that's why I always said that she has bad taste. Many young men pursued her, but she chose me in the end." Grandpa wiped his glasses and sighed. "At that time, I was very ordinary in all aspects in school. I was just an unromantic bookworm. I can still remember that I was too nervous during the photo shoot. The person in the photo studio asked me to relax a little, but I just couldn't smile no matter how hard I tried. I could only keep a straight face and take this photo with her. Later, she always said that I looked very arrogant at that time."
As grandpa spoke, a photo slid out of the album.
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