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In fact, when the child was young, Tan Xianqi spent more time with Qingfeng.

Before marrying Qingfeng's mother Li Zhaoyun, she had a relationship with Lin Qiaohui, but they separated because of family reasons, but in Tan Xianqi's heart, Li Zhaoyun was always just a woman suitable for marriage, and Lin Qiaohui was his favorite, so they met after marriage. Without the slightest hesitation, he was with Lin Qiaohui again.

This is why Lin Qiaohui conceived the child earlier than Qingfeng's mother, and Tan Ling was several months older than Qingfeng.

In those few years, she was in an underground relationship, and Tan Xianqi almost ran on both ends.When I go home on weekdays, I will go to another city on a business trip to see Lin Qiaohui's mother and son after a while. I still remember those days when Tan Ling asked where his father was, and their reason was always "Dad works abroad, so Can't go home very often."

Tan Xianqi vaguely remembered that Qingfeng was very much like his grandfather. He was a bookish child since he was a child, and he could recite ancient poems fluently under his grandfather's teaching. He never had to worry about it, so in these years, it was almost all because of Tan Ling who made him take on the role of father, which also made him not used to the identity of Qingfeng's father.

Thinking about it, he remembered that every time he faced him, Qingfeng's stubbornness was exactly the same as his grandfather's, with Qingfeng's arrogance all over him.

Tan Xianqi rubbed his temples very tiredly, "Dad, why are you doing this." He taught Qingfeng to have the same temperament, one old stubborn and the other a little stubborn.

After driving out of the garage, Tan Xianqi went to Qingfeng's residence alone. He didn't quite remember the exact address, so he just asked the secretary to take Qingfeng there, and he could only find a place according to the address he got.

Standing at the door of the apartment and ringing the doorbell for a long time, but no one opened the door, and calling Qingfeng, but no one answered.

After a long time, an aunt from the opposite door came out, saw a man in a suit and leather shoes knocking on the door, and kindly reminded, "Don't knock, there is no one living in that house, you are looking for the wrong door."

"No one lives here?" Tan Xianqi was deeply surprised, and after correcting the address in his hand, he asked the aunt, "Impossible, my son lives here, why is there no one here?"

"Your son?" The aunt thought for a while, then shook her head with certainty, "I've lived here for a long time, and I'm sure someone would know if someone lived here. If you didn't see that the door was covered with dust, you can ask your son again, he's sure Don't live here."

Tan Xianqi felt that his breath was stuffy in his chest, he stood and paced back and forth in the garden of the community, made countless phone calls, and Qingfeng finally got through.

"Is there something wrong?" That flat tone as always made Tan Xianqi even more anxious.

"Where are you?" asked straight to the point, Qingfeng was not surprised at all, why did his father ask him so proactively, and said lightly, "Today is a weekend, let's go back to school to talk about something."

"Where are you?" Qingfeng's words made him even more furious. This is really a joke. As a father, he doesn't even know where his son lives.

"I'm in the car, let's go back, I'm a little busy." Before he could ask clearly, the other end hastily hung up the phone.

After calming down, Tan Xianqi was dumbfounded, as if showing his impatience towards Qingfeng again. He clearly wanted to know where Qingfeng lived, but in the end he still didn't know anything. Qingfeng should belong to his son, why...

He took out his mobile phone and dialed the number over there again, but no one answered, maybe Qingfeng didn't really want to hear his angry voice.

I dialed the number of the person who was in charge of arranging Qingfeng's residence at the beginning, and asked for a long time, but the other party only knew this little, and he couldn't help but get angry, "He didn't move in at all, how did you arrange it?"

After being questioned by the boss, the other party was flustered, and quickly explained, "Mr. Tan, I had already handed over the key to Qingfeng, and he said he would move in later, who knows..."

Qingfeng hung up his father's phone, sat on the bus and continued to fall asleep with his head on his side, and sat for several hours before arriving in another city.

He grew up here, and even the air was very familiar when he got out of the car, although he didn't know what he was nostalgic for, maybe it was just his habits in this city.

He entered a building in a community familiarly, and took a key to open a house that had not been disturbed for a long time.

In his memory, he grew up with his grandfather here. After his grandfather passed away, even if his life was poor, he was reluctant to sell or rent it. Qingfeng was afraid that someone would destroy it, because his grandfather was the warmest person in his short life. memory.

The items inside were still arranged according to the preferences of his grandfather before his death. He carefully put away the dustproof white cloth, stood in the center and looked around, feeling different, because when he grew up, many angles of view were different from when he was a child.

The first thing after entering the house is to take out the good bag of fruit in the bag, walk into grandpa's study, and place it neatly in front of the portrait of grandpa.

"I'm back, Grandpa." After saying hello to Grandpa, he peeled an orange, took half of it by himself, and put the remaining half in front of Grandpa. "The oranges I bought this time are quite sweet. Taste, I haven't had time to come back these days, but you won't be angry."

Wandering around in the study while eating oranges, "I lived pretty well with my father. I measured my height a few days ago, and I gained two centimeters. The teacher said that I must be more than 1.8 meters five in the future. This time I took another The first-class scholarship, although it looks vulgar in your eyes, it also represents a kind of honor. In the future, when you go out to work and tell others that you are a student who received a scholarship, you will have face, won’t you? I listened to you , find a part-time job in my spare time, enrich my social experience, and work as a tutor in the home of a primary school boy, that child is very obedient and obedient."

"I don't know how you live there. I heard from my mother-in-law that you need to burn some ingot candles to avoid being bullied by ghosts on the road. But it is forbidden here, otherwise I will secretly burn some for you when I go to visit the grave. We can’t let you work there too.”

"You can rest assured, don't worry about me, I get along very well with my family, and the eldest brother Tan Ling is also a gentle person, and none of the things you worried about happened." Qingfeng held a towel and carefully Wiping the portrait of grandpa, "If you are bored, Qingfeng will give you some books next time. I will burn a set of all the poems and poems for you. Don't lose your temper and stare, the person at the other end said I don’t know how to have a good temper, don’t turn around and be bullied without my protection, we are cultural people, talk about things when you have something to say, don’t care about them like them.”