In Fengjia Village, a young man with a slightly plump figure opened the door of his room with a happy face, looked at his father who was lying on the bed with gray hair on his temples, and expressed his congratulations to this old man who had been suffering from anxiety and exhaustion in recent days.
"What? Wen'er has been found, where is she?"
When the old man, whose whole body was covered with the smell of medicinal herbs, heard his son's words, a force burst out from his body that had become thinner during this period. He sat up from the bed, staggered to the ground and was about to go out.
"Hey, dad, please don't get up and just lie down. I didn't lie to you. Wen'er has been found. He is in the county government office now. He will be back soon. I have already seen him.
Didn't he think about you all day long, so he came back first to say congratulations to you?"
The young man earnestly persuaded the old man to lie down on the bed and take a good rest.
"It will be good when you come back, it will be good when you come back."
After hearing his son's words, although he felt a little anxious, the old man still sat back on the bed without showing off. But even so, the wrinkles on his face that had become deeper and deeper these days have softened, and his complexion has changed significantly.
"You really didn't lie to me, did you?"
Although he knew that his son was honest and honest and could not speak, the old man was still worried and asked one more question.
"Dad, you are really good at joking. When have I ever lied to you? Besides, what's the point of lying? It won't take long to prove it. If I lie to you, you can use a stick to beat me later."
His legs were broken."
The young man promised helplessly.
"You are such an old man, already married and have children. What am I doing by breaking your legs? How is this inappropriate?"
The old man laughed and cursed, and his mood became visibly happy. But soon he noticed something unusual.
"By the way, since my grandson has been found, he can go home directly. Why are he still staying in the Yamen?"
"I don't know about this, but I have heard some unreliable rumors."
"What rumors? Why do you have anything to do with me? Be careful, I will beat you with a stick."
The old man was a little impatient.
"Then I said, don't scold me then."
The young man hesitated for a while and then told the rumor that he thought was a bit outrageous.
"I heard that when the group of people who kidnapped Wen'er were doing evil, they happened to bump into Ri Youxuan of Jinhua County. Ri Youxuan reported these evil deeds to his superior, that is, the City God of Jinhua County, the Great City God
Angry, he led his troops all night to pacify the dens of those gangsters, and then told the local officials in a dream..."
"absurd!"
Before his son could finish speaking, the old man lying on the bed couldn't help but interrupt,
"Zichuan, although you don't study hard, you still have the reputation of being a child. How can you ask about these strange powers and chaos?"
"Dad, what I said was outrageous. What I didn't want to tell you was because you forced me to say it. Now that you've said it and you're scolding me, it's too unreasonable."
The young man looked aggrieved and once again felt the difficulty of being a son.
"Be bold, before sunset today, copy the instructions of the sages ten times and present them in front of me."
After the old man punished his son, he explained again,
"Before you listen to these messy rumors next time, think about it first. Yin and Yang are orderly. Even if there are real ghosts and gods, they must follow the rules. When they discover human traffickers, they should inform the government through dreams instead of
Exterminating it yourself and then informing the government is not the right order."
"However, I also heard that the face of the City God Statue in Jinhua County has become weathered."
The young man murmured softly.
"What did you say?"
The old man frowned.
"I also heard from the vendors walking around the streets that the paint on the City God's statue in Jinhua County peeled off overnight and turned into a faceless statue. The temple ministers of the City God's Temple wanted to ask someone to re-point the facial features of the City God, but they always failed.
It’s not possible.”
"..."
The old man was silent this time, no longer arguing or denying.
"grandfather!"
Just at this moment, a cheerful and energetic voice sounded from outside the house, and the last short but sturdy figure ran into the wing,
"My wonderful grandson!"
The old man lying on the bed suddenly smiled and narrowed his eyes when he saw this figure who had been thinking about it day and night, and the wrinkles on his face were squeezed into a ball.
Feng Bingwen, who had been running all the way back from the county town, hugged the old man's body and felt an obvious difference. He was too thin, and it seemed that only skin and bones were left.
Feng Bingwen raised his head in the old man's arms and looked at the old man's face. He had not seen him for a few days. In his impression, this old man who looked serious and old-fashioned seemed to be ten years older. The white hair on his head was gray.
, there was almost no black at all, and the wrinkles on his face were so dense that it made him feel distressed.
Not just his grandfather, but his grandmother and his parents who rushed back after hearing that he had been abducted were also the same. In just a few days, they were much older and more haggard than he remembered.
He felt like the Lanke man who went up the mountain to chop wood but accidentally watched the immortal play chess. There was only one game of chess on the mountain, but things changed after he came down the mountain.
Naturally, he didn't feel this way, but the appearance of his parents and elders at home really made him feel distressed, and at the same time, it gave him an indescribable feeling.
There is nothing more worthy of celebration than the safe return of an abducted child.
Mr. Feng Lingjun, who serves as a teacher in the county school, is not stingy. On the day his grandson comes home, he holds a big banquet and entertains guests from all over the world. He washes away the dirt on his grandson and celebrates it.
Feng Bingwen also cooperated in welcoming the congratulations and blessings from the guests, showing a maturity that was inconsistent with his age.
But this time, none of the guests were surprised. Instead, they thought it was normal. After experiencing this catastrophe, it would be surprising if it remained the same as before.
After some celebrations, the entire Fengjia Village was enveloped in joy. If people passing by didn't know better, they would have thought that people in this village had been getting married for several days in a row.
After everything calmed down, in the dead of night, Feng Bingwen lay on the bed, huddled on the same bed with his parents who had returned home, closed his eyes and meditated, calling out to the heavenly book that had not been moved for several days.
In the billions of rays of light, the Heavenly Book appeared. When the Heavenly Book was opened, a dazzling flame burst out. Although it no longer had the brilliance that occupied the entire page, the remaining flame was still bright.
"It's too long this time!"
Looking at the still burning flame, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but mutter.
However, it is not impossible for him to understand that the good deeds he has achieved this time are unprecedented, and it is understandable that the preparation of the Book of Heaven took a longer time.