The next day, Chen Shuhui and Zheng Jingwang took a plane to City A.

Leaving the airport, heading straight to the destination.

Zheng Jingwang stood at the intersection of the old street. Although the surrounding environment was beyond recognition, his eyes were still wet.

This is his home. He is back.

Chen Shuhui looked at the city map bought from the roadside newspaper and checked the name of the street in front of her. It was the same as decades ago.

This street once belonged to the Zheng family.

Compared to later generations, the streets were not wide. They were just two-way passages, but in the 1930s, they had to be sufficient.

The buildings on both sides of the road are new and old, and they are not tall. They have 2/3/4 floors, most of which are shops and restaurants.

The spring breeze of reform and opening up is obvious here.

If it were two years ago, there would be only supply and marketing cooperatives, state-owned grain and oil shops and small restaurants. Do you want to see other stores? There is no door here.

Now it's different. Looking around, there are four or five restaurants, including clothing stores, barber shops, food stores, photo studios, etc.

This small street is not big, but it is very lively.

Zheng Jingwang calmed down and explained: "A hundred years ago, when the city was first built, it was a commercial street." Some comfort appeared on his face: "It seems to be continuing."

Chen Shuhui guessed it and asked, "Is it built by the Zheng family?"

Zheng Jingwang smiled and nodded: "When the Zheng family moved here, they lived behind these shops, and the Zheng family's old house was in the middle of the street."

He said excitedly, and walked home.

Chen Shuhui followed him and found an alley behind the store.

People come and go, bustling.

Zheng Jingwang suddenly stopped in front of a door.

Chen Shuhui looked up and saw that the door was open. No, look carefully. There was no door at all.

Looking out from the empty door, the courtyard is a four-story Western-style building.

This Western-style building is very large, with more than a dozen windows on each floor.

The marble exterior wall is indeed magnificent, but it has faded and damaged.

The doors of Western-style buildings are also open. After a while, I saw a few people coming in and out.

Men, women and children, some holding vegetables, some holding bags, and some holding quilts, walked to the open space next to them to dry.

Does Chen Shuhui know this is a big miscellaneous building?

Zheng Jingwang was also stunned for a while, and froze there.

Chen Shuhui waited for a while and said, "At least the house is still there. This is better than being demolished."

Zheng Jingwang sighed and nodded: "You are right. In fact, it doesn't matter whether the house is here or not... It would be great if we were here."

Thinking that Zheng Zhixiong was going to get married and the Zheng family was going to usher in a new generation, he laughed again.

He raised his feet and walked to the big building to see if he could find the original shadow.

Basically, I can't find it. Except for the outline of the outside of the house that has not changed, the inside is really unrecognizable.

As soon as the door opened, a huge living room and dance hall appeared. Now it is several times smaller in size and has become a small square hall. There are several doors on both sides of the square hall. It looks like it has been divided into several rooms.

Of course, the original room on each floor is still a room. The smaller one is one, and the larger one is divided into several.

The originally wide corridor has now become a public kitchen with a stove at the door of each room.

Even the floor tiles are not the same as before.

Despite this, Zheng Jingwang still went to the fourth floor.

He sighed, turned and went downstairs, instead of looking out, but looking in.

Suddenly, a door close to the stairs suddenly opened, and a girl rushed out angrily.

"Why?! The whole building belongs to our home, and the whole street belongs to our home! Why do we live in such a dilapidated house now?"

The pedestrians in the corridor, including Chen Shuhui and Zheng Jingwang, stopped and looked back at the girl.

The girl seemed to be frightened. She shrank. She thought for a while and immediately stared at Chen Shuhui who was closest to her: "What are you looking at? You hooligans who occupy our house! If you want to face it, hurry up and go away! Otherwise..."

She didn't come out for a few seconds.

"Hurry up, go away!" an old voice shouted in the room.

"Yes, come back soon. What's the use of losing your temper with them? A bunch of shameless gangsters. We're going to wait until the top of the mountain to drive them away."

A woman in her 40s stood at the door and looked at the people in the corridor and said.

Because Chen Shuhui is closest to them, she has become her key target, and she has got a confused look.

People in the corridor looked at them. Some kissed them, some disdained them, and then left silently.

No one came to argue with her.

The family has been moving in for half a year. They have been listening to this for half a year. They have been arguing again and again. Now they are used to it.

This is just a daydream of a family.

Zheng Jingwang moved, stepped over Chen Shuhui, and stood in front of the woman: "Who are you?"

As he said that, he looked into the room and found an old man sitting in a messy thatched hut.
Chapter completed!