After retreating, they came after them

Chapter 400 The wanderer returns home

A taxi drove slowly into the old community. Simon, carrying a shoulder bag and dragging a small suitcase, stood at the door of the community for a long time in black casual clothes.

This is the hometown that Simon dreams about. His family lives in a small town. He went out to work for a few years. He had a WeChat video call a while ago, but after yesterday's big dream, he felt that he had been away from home for more than ten years. .

This was a very strange feeling, especially when he was standing at the gate of the community, looking at the familiar buildings and the half-familiar faces of the neighbors. He had a strange feeling that he had not seen for a long time.

But amid the strangeness, there is also a hint of familiarity.

It's like a wanderer who has been away from home for more than ten years and feels timid when he returns home.

"That dream is really weird." Simon thought to himself.

No matter how you look at it, there is no surreal power in reality.

That outrageous computer program accident may have been caused by confusion between dream memory and real memory. In fact, there was no such theory at all. The game had never gone wrong, and he could still log in to play it.

There is also the long dream that I can’t remember. Dreams are inherently vague, so it makes sense to experience more than ten years in the dream.

Simon calmed down and dragged his suitcase into the community.

Even though he knew the dream was fake, the neighbors in the community he passed by still made him feel strange.

Some neighbors saw Simon and said hello immediately.

Simon kind of forgot her name, so he could only put on a professional fake smile and greet her calmly.

"*** (morning)"

Simon subconsciously used the lingua franca of another world.

The neighbor's eldest sister didn't hear clearly and thought it was a new generation greeting from the younger generation, so she didn't pay attention.

But after looking at Simon, she was stunned and felt that Simon was different from before.

I used to look like an ordinary person. I just entered the workplace for a year or two and felt immature.

At first glance, whether it is face or demeanor, there is a kind of reserved confidence in her movements, but she is also somewhat alienated from her. This alienation is not the friction of the neighbors' daily chores, but the alienation in time.

When Simon left, the neighbor's eldest sister still stayed in the same place, holding her child. The more she watched, the more she felt that this person's aura had changed a lot.

Not long after.

Simon returned to his door, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

He had the key, but he didn't choose to use it.

Because he was close to the door of his home, his heart was pounding. His father and mother, whom he had not seen for more than ten years, were still in good health, whether they were sick, or whether they had any financial difficulties.

Speaking of which, after he returned from another world, he lost all his strength, and his status and financial ability have not improved. Now he can't help his family when he returns home. At most, he can only come back to visit relatives and confirm the health of his parents.

After that, he will stabilize his mentality, work hard to make money, and give his parents a better retirement environment.

‘No, why did I get involved in another world again? ’ Simon shook his head to get rid of the outrageous thoughts in his mind.

Another world is just a dream.

"coming."

The old father's voice came from inside the door.

Simon's heart skipped a beat when he heard the sound.

Even when facing the gods on the 100th floor, Simon was not as excited as he was now.

Squeaky.

The door opened slowly. The old father was wearing work clothes and reading glasses. His hair was mostly white, and his face was still the same, not much older, but Simon noticed the old father's age lines.

I didn't pay much attention to these before, but now I look carefully and I can see that my father has many lines on his forehead.

"Dad, I'm back."

Simon's calm face melted at this moment.

As he spoke, Simon let go of the suitcase and hugged it.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong with the child..."

The old father was confused and thought something serious had happened to the child. He slapped the child on the back repeatedly and asked what happened.

Behind her father, Xi Mu also came over. She heard the noise and asked what was wrong.

…… ten minutes later.

After learning that there was nothing wrong with the child and that he was just homesick, the couple breathed a sigh of relief and thought something serious had happened.

But after calming down, the old couple found that Simon had changed quite a lot.

Mainly changes in temperament.

My son has become more mature and stable. It feels like he has been working outside for decades. Whether it is his eyes or movements, he does not look like a young man, but like... a young veteran who has been on the battlefield for a long time?

Young and veteran, two words put together, seem a bit strange, but in Simon's case, they are perfectly integrated and there is no sense of awkwardness.

"By the way, you just spoke English, didn't you? We can't understand you if you speak these foreign languages ​​to us, so don't speak foreign languages." Dad suddenly said.

"Ok?"

Simon wondered, since when did I speak English.

Ming Ming has been chatting in his native dialect.

Oh no, when we were chatting just now, some fragments of life in another world flashed subconsciously in my mind.

Whenever I recall these things, some of those lingua franca from other worlds will naturally come to mind.

It's just that when he recalled it, he happened to be chatting with his parents, and his brain subconsciously activated the language module of another world.

"****? (Do you understand what I said?)" Simon asked casually based on the feeling just now.

As expected, my father didn't understand. He nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, that's right. We don't understand foreign languages ​​and don't know what you are talking about."

"Hey, the child needs to work. Maybe he is used to talking outside, and the state has not changed for a while." The child's mother said considerately.

"How can this be done!"

The old father was furious when he heard it, and criticized: "The hometown dialect is the root. As a person, you must not forget your roots, and you must not forget your own roots."

Simon immediately felt the difference, and it turned out that what he just said was really another world language.

The pronunciation of the common language of the different world is similar to that of Mandarin, but most of it is different, and it is even more different from his hometown language.

"Yes, yes, it's my fault, I won't say anything anymore." Simon spent a lot of effort to stabilize his old father.

Then Simon took the initiative to help his family cook. His superb knife skills seemed to have been practiced for more than ten years. The thickness of each red carrot seemed to be measured with a vernier caliper. The thickness was as small as five millimeters, and each one was the same.

The child's mother stood there dumbfounded, watching the continuous flakes falling to the side like flying.

When I got to the dinner table, I looked at the steaming plates of home-cooked food. It looked like normal food, but in Simon's hands, it had a different kind of exquisite beauty.

"It's really weird. The dishes are still the same, but they taste extra delicious."

"Haha, what do you know? This is called son's love, and the food is full of his love."

"Nauseous, what are you talking about?"

The old couple chatted with each other, and Simon chimed in from time to time. There was a cheerful atmosphere throughout the afternoon.

Simon had never been so happy and it felt like it was all worth it.

Only when you lose the chance to go home can you feel that your family is so warm.

In the past, when he could return home at any time, he didn't feel that he was as moved as he is today.

But while Simon was eating, he always felt that besides his family, there was something missing.

Who is missing?

correct!

Missing them!

But I don’t know what their names are or what they look like.

Simon buried his head in his meal and secretly suppressed the fragmentary memories in his dream.

A dream is a dream after all, and one cannot always indulge in dreams while alive.

People have to look forward.

(End of this chapter)