Facing the warm weather in Shanghai, after more than 20 hours of long and boring cross-ocean flight, Lin Yanqing finally set foot on the land she loved.
"Phew, we're finally here. I'm about to fall apart from sitting here…"
Lin Yanqing stretched his back and carried his luggage. He walked out of the airport with a little excitement, but he immediately realized a serious problem.
"Where is my home?"
Looking at the pedestrians carrying suitcases or backpacks rushing past, Lin Yanqing was suddenly a little confused. After all, he had only fused with the memory fragments of the original owner of the body studying in America, but he had no impression of what happened in China. This made the little girl standing in front of the terminal a little at a loss.
"Yes, ID card!"
The ID card definitely had the address of the household registration. Lin Yanqing took out the ID card from his pocket as if he had been saved.
" Jing 'an District, Shanghai City…"
After reading the string of small words, the little girl heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the address on it was in Shanghai and not far from Gusu, where Creation 101 was recorded. She still had the opportunity to take a look first before rushing over.
After making up his mind, Lin Yanqing stuffed himself into the taxi with excitement and all sorts of strange emotions.
Walking in the narrow and dark alley, touching the mottled walls, Lin Yanqing, who was originally rather impetuous, suddenly felt very at ease. His previous uneasiness had automatically calmed down. This was the feeling of home. No matter how noisy it was outside, it was always calm as usual, as if it was a world of its own.
At first, Lin Yanqing was still looking for the house number with his ID card. However, the further he walked, the more instinctive it became. Where to turn and where to cross was a subconscious action. It was as if it had been deeply imprinted in his mind.
In the cool summer breeze, the uncle was waving his fan on the recliner, the children were chasing each other in the winding alleys, and the kittens were walking on the slanted roofs. There was a deep smoke here.
"This is the place…"
Lin Yanqing used his hand to block the sunlight. He looked up at the old alley that he was familiar with but had no impression of.
The stairs of the old house were steep, so she had to walk up carefully step by step. The closer she got to the "end", the more her heart palpitated. An indescribable feeling surged up.
"Nan Nan, you're back?"
Lin Yanqing, who was startled by the sudden voice, turned around and looked at the old lady standing at the bottom of the stairs with a small shopping bag in her hand. She smiled very kindly.
"Hmm…"
Lin Yanqing was a little nervous, but fortunately, he could still understand what she said and simply responded. This old lady should be familiar with him, but now she... said too much and she would make a mistake...
"Have you eaten? I bought some side dishes and cooked some rice."
"Thank you, Nana. I'll cook it myself."
The Shanghainese that came out of her mouth stunned Lin Yanqing. The old lady seemed to be a little regretful, but she didn't force it. She slowly walked up the stairs. Lin Yanqing quickly turned his body to make way for her.
"This Nan Nan still doesn't like to talk as much as she used to."
The old grandma's soft voice came from beside the little girl.
"I didn't like to talk much before?" This was a little different from the personality of " Lin Yanqing " that he had imagined…After all, he felt that his relationship with Jennifer was very good…
"Bang!"
Lin Yanqing, who was awakened by the sound of the security door closing, realized that the old lady was actually living opposite him.
He sighed and turned around to take out the key.
The room wasn't big, and he could see everything the moment he stepped in. The lighting in the 20 - 30 square meter pavilion wasn't very good. It was already close to night, and it was very dark. There wasn't much furniture.
Lin Yanqing stretched his hand along the wall to find the switch. He pressed it a few times, but the incandescent lamp hanging on the roof still did not respond.
"That's right. If I'm not mistaken, I haven't been back for four years. How can there still be electricity…"
The little girl, who felt that she was stupid, walked to the side and pushed open the dusty window. The sky outside the window was divided into different light blue colors by dense wires, and then turned into a deep red together with the setting sun in the distance.
The room was also much brighter, reflecting the dust that had been raised by Lin Yanqing's passing. He couldn't help but gently brush it away with his hand.
Looking around, all sorts of things were arranged in a neat and orderly manner. Perhaps it was because there were too few of them. There was an old sofa, a bare bed, and a table covered in dust. It was hard to see anything else. Lin Yanqing tried to recall something and touched this and that. This place was filled with the aura of a little girl's life.
She had never seen a family photo or a personal photo here.
"What is this?"
A large piece of artwork was scattered on the clean table, attracting Lin Yanqing's attention.
He turned on the flashlight on his phone and leaned over. He gently blew away the dust on the draft and wiped it with his hand.
Under the dim light, the content of the painting was simple but shocking. It was scribbled with a black pen. There were all kinds of empty eyes, ferocious expressions, and countless crosses all over the surroundings.
Lin Yanqing, who was shocked by this scene, cried out in shock. She threw the draft away as if she had been electrocuted. She took a few steps back and leaned against the wall, still feeling a lingering fear. Only then did she understand why the first thing that came to her when she walked into this room was not warmth or familiarity, but resistance. She wanted to escape.
Lin Yanqing felt that he couldn't stay any longer and rushed out of the door. He dragged his suitcase and ran out of the alley. He panted slightly and stopped.
"What happened to me?"
Lin Yanqing turned around and looked at the small alley that was a little dark under the illumination of various high-rise buildings and street lamps. His hand gently touched the position of his heart and he muttered to himself,
"What are you afraid of?"
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Lin Yanqing, who had recovered from his shock, did not dare to return. Seeing that there was nowhere else to go, he planned to head to the recording venue in advance.
Lin Yanqing took the money he had left in the US to the bank to exchange for RMB. After filling his stomach at the snack shop, Lin Yanqing took the high-speed rail to Gusu without stopping for a moment.
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