ordinary human life

On the way, I met Chen Junwei who was chasing me.

"Have you found my mother?" Chen Junwei asked expectantly as soon as they met.

"Already moved away." He Sihai said.

Chen Junwei was a little disappointed when he heard the words.

"Don't worry, I'm going to call your mother's original landlord and ask him if he knows something later."

Chen Junwei nodded silently when he heard the words, that's the only way to go, what can he do.

But He Sihai took it for granted. The landlord had forgotten about Chen Xiufang, let alone who she was.

It was only because of He Sihai's reminder that he vaguely remembered it.

But there is no more information.

But he had a word to remind He Sihai.

"You can go to the police station and ask. Those who come from other places must apply for a temporary residence permit. You should be able to find her."

So after going round and round, I still have to trouble Ding Min in the end.

As long as you have a first and last name, and even an address where you lived a few years ago, it is very easy to find someone.

He Sihai soon got Chen Xiufang's new address.

Ding Min is really useful.

"Let's go for a walk in the evening, and I'll take you there tomorrow morning." He Sihai said to Chen Junwei, the little trickster.

Chen Junwei nodded.

He didn't know the way, and he didn't know a few words, otherwise he would have found it first.

In the evening, He Sihai decided to go out for a walk, after all, it was not easy to come to Xiajing.

Chen Junwei didn't know where he went, only Wanwan was left behind He Sihai.

The two went out, took the subway, and came directly to Tiananmen Square.

There were also many people in the square at night, from all over the country, people came and went, Wanwan grabbed He Sihai's skirt and looked around curiously.

Because they were late, the Forbidden City could not enter, so they walked along Nanchang Street.

But slowly, He Sihai discovered something unusual about Wanwan.

She kept looking up at the buildings on both sides, frowning tightly.

"What's wrong?" He Sihai asked softly.

"I... I... have been here before." Wanwan said in a low voice.

He Sihai's heart moved when he heard this.

"Remember who you came with? Where else have you been?"

Wan Wan shook her head when she heard the words, then nodded again, with a dazed expression on her face.

Just then, a family of three passed by.

The man is very handsome, the woman is very beautiful, and the cute little girl is about the same age as Taozi.

She was riding on her father's neck, swinging her short legs, and said loudly, "Dad, drive, drive..."

Let out a cheerful laugh.

"Oh, little piggy has gained weight a lot, Dad can't run anymore." The man panted exaggeratedly.

It caused the little girl's dissatisfied coquettish voice.

The two passed shoulder to shoulder, Wanwan stared blankly at the little girl riding on her father's neck.

Chapter 348 Memories

Looking at the family in the distance.

Wanwan lowered her head, and let go of the hand that was tightly holding He Sihai's skirt.

He Sihai suddenly bent down, picked her up in Wanwan's terrified expression, and put her on his neck.

"Let's go." He Sihai grabbed her calf and strode forward.

Wanwan held He Sihai's head in horror.

But soon she relaxed.

A gust of wind blew past the treetops, took away a fallen leaf, and swirled past her nose.

Her memory drifts away with the breeze...

"Father, run...haha..."

"Sit still, be careful not to fall."

"Mom is about to catch up, you run quickly."

"Don't worry, your mother can't outrun me, and she will definitely not be able to catch up with me."

"But she's riding a bicycle."

Just then, a bicycle bell sounded from behind.

"Wow, your mother is playing tricks, let's run quickly."

"Ha ha……"

The little girl's happy voice was heard far away.

"Hey, there is a popsicle seller, Dad, I want to eat popsicles."

The little girl's father hadn't spoken yet, but the little girl's mother caught up with her on a bicycle and refused: "No, you eat too much cold food. When you grow up, your stomach will hurt."

"Why does it hurt when you grow up, but not now?" the little girl scratched her head and asked with a strange expression.

"Uh..." The little girl's mother didn't know how to explain it.

"My stomach hurts, it's like a piggy bank, can I still keep it?" the little girl asked curiously.

"Your piggy bank has never been able to save money." Mom got off the bicycle and walked parallel to them pushing it.

There are many cyclists on the road, and many of them still have a square leather bag hanging on the front.

The little girl was a little embarrassed by her mother, and she used all her change to buy delicious food.

"Buy one, I want to eat it too, it's too hot." Dad chimed in beside him.

He was really hot. After running so far with his daughter on his back, the clothes behind him were all wet with sweat.

Those who didn't know thought the little girl peed on his neck.

Hearing what my father said, my mother could only push the bicycle and go to the popsicle seller on the side of the road.

The little girl immediately chased after her.

The popsicle seller was also riding a bicycle with a box tied to the back seat covered with a thick quilt.

"Give me a popsicle." Mom said to the popsicle seller.

"I want two." The little girl immediately stretched out three little fingers.

Both mom and grandpa selling popsicles laughed.

Only the little girl couldn't figure out what they were laughing at.

"Mom, I want two, one for dad, and one for me." The little girl said coquettishly, tugging on her mother's trousers.

"What about me?" Mom asked deliberately.

The little girl didn't answer, but asked, "Mom, did you ever eat popsicles when you were young?"

"Of course." Mom replied.

"Then your belly must be hurting right now, so you'd better not eat it." The little girl said with a concerned expression.

Mom told her that she couldn't laugh or cry.

"Give me two." She said to the popsicle seller.

"okay."

The popsicle seller took the money and opened the popsicle box.

"Wow, it's steaming." The little girl was amazed.

"Silly girl, it's air-conditioning, not heat." Dad came from behind and said, stroking her little head.

Mom took the popsicles handed over by the boss, and gave one to Dad and one to her.

"Dad eat one, you eat one with me."

"Why?" The happy little girl was very dissatisfied upon hearing this.

"Because I eat too much, my stomach will hurt." Mom said.

"Why doesn't Dad hurt?"

"He's a boy."

"Do boys not hurt?"

"Yes, boys don't hurt."

"It's really unfair." The little girl said dissatisfied.

But the movement was not slow at all, the little hand directly pushed aside the popsicle paper, and happily licked it.

Then put the popsicle paper in his pocket.

"What are you doing? Throw it in the trash can." Mom said dissatisfiedly beside her.

"No, I want to collect it. I already have um... um... more than 52... popsicle wrappers, and five... [-] candy wrappers." The little girl said proudly.

Finally added: "Grandma said."

"Wow, have you eaten so many popsicles this summer?" Mom was very surprised when she heard this.

"And sugar," she added.

"Grandma bought it for you. I have to communicate with her carefully when I go back. How can I let you eat so much? I won't buy it for you in the future." Mom said dissatisfiedly.

"No, no, I didn't eat so much. I picked up many of them." The little girl said anxiously.

"Then you have eaten enough popsicles this summer, come on, give mom a bite of the popsicle."

Mom bent down to take a bite.

"I don't want it." The little girl slanted her body to avoid it, and ran forward.

"You little thing, you're still running." Mom said angrily.

"Slow down, be careful not to fall." Dad reminded me from behind.

"Hmph, I won't fall down." The little girl turned around and said proudly.

Before the words were finished, he fell to the ground with a "pop", and the popsicle was smashed into pieces.

"Wow~" the little girl opened her mouth and burst into tears.

My mother hurried forward to help her up, and while gently patting the dust on her body, she asked nervously, "Where did it hurt?"

"Mom...Mom...my popsicle is gone." She choked up.

Mom couldn't laugh or cry when she heard the words.

"Then where did you fall?"

The little girl shook her head.

"If you don't fall, you're fine. Dad gives you this." Dad came up from behind and handed her the popsicle in his hand.

The little girl had tears on her face, choked up and licked the popsicle.

Tears mixed with popsicles, salty and sweet.

"You eat half, and the rest is for your dad." Mom continued to push her bicycle and said as she walked.