In a trance, looking at the woman crying in the boudoir, Zhou Yixian felt a sense of time and space disorder.

It was as if he was a wanderer who had been away from home for decades, abandoning his wife just for an illusory dream.

I woke up from my dream and went home. My wife was still waiting for him.

However, although this feeling is deep, it is not unforgettable.

In his heart, looking at the woman's familiar face, he felt like he was a different world.

"Phoenix, I'm this"

Zhou Yixian wanted to say something, but opened her mouth, but found that she had forgotten what she wanted to say.

Shaking his head in confusion, Zhou Yixian always felt that he had forgotten something, but no matter how hard he tried to think about it, he could never think of what he had forgotten.

"Zhou Lang! You are finally back, and I knew you will definitely come back."

Just when Zhou Yixian was still hesitating, the woman in the boudoir had already rushed out of the door and threw herself into Zhou Yixian's arms.

Holding the woman in her arms and feeling the body temperature on the other party, Zhou Yixian still had some doubts in her heart.

Is this my wife?

But why does it always feel a little strange when you are familiar with it?

Why, even though I clearly remember that the person in front of me was my wife, I always felt awkward when I hugged the person in front of me and touched the other person's body temperature?

The doubts in his heart flashed, but Zhou Yixian didn't think his memory would be lie.

Maybe it was because I had been away from home for twenty years, and my familiarity back then was diluted by time, so I had such a familiar sense of strangeness.

The hesitation in his heart flashed, and Zhou Yixian hugged the woman's hands tightly, patting her gently behind her with one hand.

"I'm back! I'm back! I'm never leaving again!"

Somehow, when he said this, Zhou Yixian actually gave birth to a wandering wanderer who had no choice but to find the harbor of his heart.

In a trance, he seemed to remember who he had said similar words to.

What are you talking about?

I am a wanderer wandering around the world, waiting for someone who can let me put down my burden. When I saw you, I knew I had waited!

Yes, that should be the case.

It seems that he did say such things a long time ago, but to whom?

In a trance, Zhou Yixian looked at his wife in her arms and said this, how could he say it to others besides his own wife?

But, even though I have already met someone who has let me put down my burden, what has prompted me to leave home for twenty years?

Zhou Yixian felt that he seemed to have forgotten something very important, but his memory was a little confused, and for a moment, it was really difficult for him to remember it.

Of course, these doubts did not last long.

wife.

son.

Daughter-in-law.

Even my granddaughter is four years old, so what's there to worry about?

Moreover, can your memory be lying?

After a while, Zhou Yixian lived at home with peace of mind.

This small courtyard is strange and familiar. Although it has been twenty years since then, it still has memories of his past everywhere.

Whenever he travels hand in hand with his wife, he can always remember the memories of the two people somewhere.

I once remembered the rainy eaves, the roofs of the roofs of the stars, the swings of the swings of the past, the grass where children played with them, and the garden where seeds were sown together.

In a blink of an eye, it was already winter, summer, spring and autumn.

Zhou Yixian is back for a year.

In a year, the wife is virtuous and considerate, the children are obedient and filial, and the family is harmonious and happy, like an enviable small family.

However, over the past year, there was always a barrier in Zhou Yixian's heart.

Whenever it is late at night, he always feels stranger as an outsider.

It seems that everything around him, his wife, children, and even his granddaughter who are well-behaved and sensible and can recite poetry and books is so far away from him.

It was so far away that everything in front of you seemed to be shattered with a wave of your hand.

In a blink of an eye, it was April again, the peach blossoms bloomed and faded, and the pear blossoms flourished.

At noon, the whole family gathered at the table to have a meal.

The little granddaughter was greedy. After eating a few bites of food, she pushed the bowl away and ran away.

Soon, he trotted over with a small basket of loquats in his arms.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! I want to eat loquats!"

"Okay! Grandpa will peel it for you!"

Zhou Yixian put down the chopsticks in his hand, picked up his little granddaughter and put it on his legs, and peeled the fruit skin for his little granddaughter one by one.

The little granddaughter was satisfied with eating, and her big eyes narrowed into a pair of crescent moons.

Like a child who got two strings of candied haws.

Candied haws?

Inexplicably, a light of inspiration seemed to flash in Zhou Yixian's mind.

However, this spiritual light flashed away, and no matter how Zhou Yixian caught it, he could not catch it.

He kept searching for the feeling he had just now. Subconsciously, Zhou Yixian peeled off a loquat skin again and put it into his wife's mouth.

"My wife, your favorite loli"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Yixian suddenly became stunned.

My favorite loquat!

My favorite loquat!

Candied haws!

The child who got two strings of candied haws.

Zhou Yixian suddenly stood up and looked at the 'family' beside him, with doubts in his eyes.

"My husband, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?

Also, you forgot that I don’t eat loquats!”

Seeing Zhou Yixian's abnormal behavior, the fruit between his wife's lips was taken down and he looked at Zhou Yixian nervously.

As soon as this statement came out, Zhou Yixian was in a daze again.

Looking at the woman in front of me, I felt that the other party was sometimes far away and sometimes approaching, and two faces seemed to appear in front of me.

One is his wife who has been together for a year, and has a bed and sleeping together for some reason but has never wanted to have skin to her.

The other one is a beautiful face with no memory but an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

In a trance, some fragments of memory seemed to appear in my mind.

"My husband, what is this?"

The woman smiled gracefully and asked at the small fruit on the tree.

"This is called loquat!"

Zhou Yixian put his arm around the woman's waist and explained to his wife, who seemed to be curious about many common sense things in this world.

"Loquat?Pipa?"

The woman blinked.

"Yes, it is precisely because this kind of fruit looks like a pipa that the name loquat is born."

The woman nodded.

"Loquat! Pipa! I didn't expect that there was such a fruit that looked like a certain musical instrument on the vast land of China and the vast desert."

"hehe!"

Zhou Yixian smiled and raised his hand to pick a fruit, peeled off the skin and put it in the woman's mouth, "Try it, this fruit is delicious!"

The woman chewed the fruit gently in her mouth, spit out the fruit core, and her eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

“Sweet, delicious!”

As memories surged, the dusty memories became clearer, and Zhou Yixian's eyes became clearer.

But the "wife" next to me has a completely different face from the wife who suddenly came to me.

Even, completely different names.
To be continued...