Her foot injury was getting better.
From that day on, she moved back to this old house instead of living in the Tao's house.
It was troublesome to connect the electricity and water since no one had lived here for a long time. But she had a fiancé who was willing to do anything for her.
Zhou Zihao didn't live in his own house either, but stayed here with her.
They were waiting for a tailor day after day, but still didn't see him. At dusk, Tao Xiaman would take Zhou Zihao to the noodle restaurant not far from downstairs.
They would order two bowls of noodles, one bowl of shaved noodles and the other bowl of topping noodles. Women always liked to pour all the toppings in front of men into their own bowls.
Later, Tao Xiaman would occasionally meet Mei Mei and the kid to buy vegetables, and then they would chat. Time seemed to go back.
Time went back again and again. She didn't know when they returned to the days when she was still a little girl.
But she still didn't see that young man, nor did she see that Master Zhou.
She had to leave the house where she had lived for some days... her former, present, home. Because the wedding date had arrived and she needed to prepare a lot of things.
It was a big deal in her life after all.
Tao Xiaman closed the gate with a bag of luggage, and then tiptoed to put the key in the small gap above the gate.
Accompanied by Zhou Zihao, she left … Jihua Road, Lane 2, No.33.
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…
Old Feng liked to sit on the sports ground and watch the sunset quietly. In the old man's world, he always thought of himself as the setting sun.
He was in his twilight years.
His heart was as peaceful as the clouds in the distance. His life in prison seemed to have returned to how it was in the past, unchanging … but there seemed to be some changes as well.
Of course, it didn't mean that Fatty Zhang would pester him every day, calling him master and asking him to learn other skills instead of embroidery.
Of course, it didn't mean that his cellmates changed their attitude towards him … or even respected him.
Old Feng guessed that these strange things happened after he left. From Zhou Xiaokun's words, he pieced together a completely different version of Old Feng's life in prison.
But even so, Old Feng didn't feel that something had changed.
He had been much quieter recently. Even though he still had to look at that old photo before he could fall asleep, his obsession had unknowingly disappeared.
In his old eyes, the burning clouds would change with the wind, little by little, like ribbons … like the ribbons of a grand wedding.
"Tomorrow." Old Feng murmured.
Then, Old Feng's lips moved slightly, and a figure appeared in front of him. He saw the mysterious boss who had given him so much.
At dusk, the boss accompanied him to watch the sunset.
Suddenly.
"Sir, tomorrow is the last day of your deal." Luoqiu said softly, "If you wish, you can still go out tomorrow and enjoy the last part of the deal. Of course, if you decide to stay, we will still charge you the transaction fee. "
"No need." Old Feng smiled, "No need. Zhou Zihao is fine, I'm relieved. Her adoptive family must love her very much. Tomorrow's wedding will be very, very good. That's enough. "
Luoqiu nodded.
He stood up, bowed slightly to the old man, and said softly, "I will comply with the guest's wishes, old man."
Old Feng shook his head and said nothing.
"But." The boss of the club said, "But thank you for giving me a very good memory. The following things are my personal gift. Please enjoy … my most respected guest. "
"What?" Old Feng was stunned. But when he blinked his eyes, the boss in front of him had disappeared.
He was puzzled, but the sky had already darkened. Old Feng knew that he should go back to his cell.
But before he went back, a prison guard walked towards him, "Feng Guichun, someone wants to see you."
…
…
On the way, Old Feng followed the guard with mixed feelings. He thought of the mysterious boss's words and asked, "Sir, who wants to see me?"
"Officer Lin Feng wants to see you." The guard said casually, "Officer Lin, Lin Feng from the Criminal Police Brigade."
"I see …"
Old Feng nodded and laughed at himself … He did have some ideas, but it seemed that he thought too much.
In the special interview room--the special interview room used by the police when they came to question a prisoner. At this moment, Old Feng saw a young man around 25 years old.
He must be Officer Lin.
"Officer, what can I do for you?" Old Feng sat down nervously.
He thought that it was about the matter between Fatty Zhang and Long Qiang … Did the police think it was inappropriate and wanted to continue the interrogation?
Lin Feng stared at Old Feng without saying a word. He looked serious and even frowned from time to time.
This made Old Feng uneasy. "What's the matter, officer?"
"Feng Guichun, you are Feng Guichun, right?" Lin Feng asked suddenly.
"Yes, I am." Old Feng nodded.
Lin Feng suddenly stood up and walked towards the door without saying a word. Old Feng didn't know what was going on. Before Lin Feng opened the door and left, he suddenly said, "Congratulations on your daughter's marriage."
He closed the door.
Old Feng sat there alone and shook his head … Congratulations on your daughter's marriage. He wanted to hear it but didn't dare to.
Fatty Zhang and Zhou Xiaokun didn't dare to say it either.
He didn't understand why Officer Lin Feng came here … Was it just to congratulate him?
Old Feng took a deep breath and sat there alone.
He thought of the child he cared about outside and what would it be like. There were always a lot of trivial things on the night before a girl's wedding.
He had to comb her hair, make up her face, and dress her up until dawn.
Thinking about it, Old Feng was lost in thought.
He thought of what the boss had said. There were countless impulses in his heart that made him call for his arrival. There were countless times that he wanted to say, "Tomorrow is the last day, let me be outside."
But he didn't do it.
The door was opened again. Old Feng heard the sound and asked, "Officer Lin, why are you looking for me? Are you making fun of me? "
But there was no one in front of the door.
Old Feng frowned … He found that there was no prison guard here even though the interrogation was over. This was against the rules.
The door was empty … so there was no one here.
It was like the temptation of the devil … Old Feng felt that as long as he walked out of the door, there would be a free world outside. He could even go anywhere and meet anyone he wanted.
Old Feng's heart was beating violently. The tranquility of the prison seemed to be broken instantly.
He subconsciously stood up and moved his feet … Yes, he felt that he should walk out.
Finally, he walked to the door, but he still didn't see anyone coming in … as if there was no guard outside.
But Old Feng eventually stopped and shook his head with a wry smile.
Old Feng turned around and walked back to his seat.
He said to himself, "Feng Guichun, Feng Guichun, there is nothing you can't see through. You should stay here and your daughter should have her own life. She is good and Zhou Zihao is good to her. What else are you not satisfied with? "
Yes, what else could he not be satisfied with?
Old Feng took a deep breath.
In the silence, a voice suddenly sounded. It was a soft call, calling out Old Feng's other name.
Only one person in the world could call his other name.
It was Dad.
"Dad."
Old Feng turned around abruptly. This was beyond all his thoughts, all his inner shackles, and all his rationality. He didn't need to be driven by anything, nor did he need to be reminded.
"Dad!"
In front of the door, a reflection of red quietly appeared.
She appeared in front of the door and softly called the name that she had agreed with Old Feng when she was born into this world.
That was the wedding dress that he had sewn. Every stitch and thread, he would never mistake his own work … And now, it was already on his daughter.
And she wore it, as if she had dreamt of that day, and appeared in front of him.
"Dad."
Tao Xiaman … Feng Xiaman called Old Feng's name and walked toward him.
"Xiaman … My daughter!"
Old Feng couldn't hold back the air in his throat.
He did not know where it came from, but it fiercely slammed into his vocal cords, fiercely attacked his eyes, and fiercely rampaged all over his body. In an instant, countless times.
"Dad, I'm getting married tomorrow. Can you help me comb my hair?"
She said softly, and then slowly turned her body, causing her bright red dress to rise slightly.
She smiled with tears in her eyes and asked, "Am … am I pretty?"
"Yes." Old Feng nodded.
"Yes." Old Feng nodded heavily again.
"Yes!" Old Feng pursed his quivering face and mouth and slowly closed his eyes to imprint this smile in his mind, "My daughter is the most beautiful one, the most beautiful one!"
…
Previous life and present life.
You were my lover in the previous life and my daughter in this life.
Now, I'll make a wedding dress for you.
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