Qin Hao's home is just an ordinary small village. There are no small bridges and flowing water, but there is a small river and hundreds of mud houses. When he landed by the small river, the not-so-clear water in the river shone out.
The shadow made him realize something, so he immediately hid his aura, and then used his spiritual power to change his clothes, finally looking a bit like a modern person.**
Walking along the river, he saw patches of paddy fields. Qin Hao vaguely remembered that he and Fatty once climbed over loaches and caught frogs here. There were some birds building nests on the mountain at the entrance of the village, and they often dug out their eggs.
, and then took it back to cook and eat. The memories of his childhood were like the water of the river, flowing in his heart, familiar feelings, familiar people, familiar everything.
When he walked to the entrance of the village, a big yellow dog was about to bark at him. He remembered that this big yellow dog was raised by the village chief, and it bit people a lot. Qin Hao and Fatty had always been interested in this big yellow dog.
He was often beaten at home, and once he was almost killed by this big yellow dog for stew meat. Who knew he was discovered, but the big yellow dog escaped with his life. From then on, he became even more vicious when seeing Fatty and Qin Hao.
Under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, there was a middle-aged man sitting, who looked to be in his fifties or sixties. He had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and a big yellow dog was beside him. This man was the village chief.
Qin Hao was often beaten by this guy. This guy was a nightmare for him when he was a child. Thinking of these things and these people, Qin Hao couldn't help but sigh and shook his head. Although the village chief was very bad, he didn't intend to argue with him.
The big yellow dog didn't bark a few times when it saw him, but just chirped a few times. Then it tucked its tail between its legs and lost its previous arrogance. There was fear in its eyes and its whole body was trembling, as if it was having menstrual cramps.
The village chief, who was holding a cigarette pole, thought the big yellow dog had some kind of rabid disease. After a while of scolding, he discovered Qin Hao.
But when he saw Qin Hao for the first time, he immediately swallowed his saliva and said: "I wonder who is back. It turns out to be a rat. How about it? It's been more than two years. Where have you been? You haven't been arrested yet.
If the police arrest you and put you in jail, everyone in the village will think you are in jail."
Qin Hao ignored him and walked straight into the village. But when he passed by the village chief, he did nothing, but the big yellow dog twitched more and more violently, and finally started to start in his mouth.
There were white bubbles, but when Qin Hao walked over, he completely stopped twitching.
Then the village chief suddenly heard a wailing cry from behind: "I believe you are evil, you damn dog, why don't you die sooner or later, but this damn rat is back, you are seeking death!!"
Then there were some curse words, naturally containing a few girly words, but Qin Hao ignored them and walked straight into the village.
Two years later, under the leadership of this rogue village chief, nothing has changed in the neighboring village. It seems that except for the dilapidated loess dirt road, everything else has also become more dilapidated.
There were children in twos and threes in the village, playing with marbles and trying to get into the hole. When they saw Qin Hao's arrival, they suddenly looked shocked because Qin Hao's dress and temperament made them feel that they had changed a lot.
, even did not dare to approach, but just like before, they called "Mouse Brother" in a polite manner, and then left in a hurry, seemingly to report to their parents.
Walking through the dirt road in the past and recalling the memories of his childhood, Qin Hao couldn't help but think of his father's expression when he saw him. He had restrained all his aura and made all preparations. In two years, his father must have been in trouble.
How will it change?
When he saw that the door of his small courtyard was still open as usual, Qin Hao was overwhelmed with excitement. Even if he reached such a state, it was difficult to control his current mood. It had been two years in Hongmeng, but he had been there for nearly thirty years.
, if it were changed here, Qin Hao would be over fifty years old, not even counting his time in the world of Chaos and Tianyuan.
The traditional door gods, Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong, were still posted on the door. He still vaguely remembered sitting on the threshold with his father when he was a child. His father told him the story of Qin Qiong. In fact, Qin Hao's father was not named Qin. As for what
Not even the whole village knew his surname. People called him Lao Yanzhanzi because his father was much more addicted to smoking than the village chief. Even the pipe was the biggest in the village. It was said that it was an old antique.
And Qin Hao's surname also comes from the Qin Qiong door god who has been posted on the door of his house since he was a child, and is now in tatters. Why not just call him Qin Qiong instead of Qin Hao? This is naturally because of the old man who has a special affinity with his father.
A few words of deception by a blind man. Of course, now Qin Hao feels that those words are indeed not deception.
But at that time, Qin Hao often regarded the old blind man as a magic stick, and he was an extremely wretched kind of stick who cheated and drank, so he had almost no good impression of the old blind Qin Hao.
However, thinking about it now, everything is a good memory, just like he has no objection to the village chief, because these have become his memories.
After hesitating for a while, he walked in and saw a person sitting on the threshold of the main room. He was wearing an old-fashioned military green coat. His hair was messy and had patches of white, with almost no black. His figure was somewhat
His rickets, like a bowed back, made him look weak, and his wrinkled face already showed an old look.
Two years later, he suddenly discovered that his father, who stood like a mountain in his heart, was old!
But no matter what time, there was still a trace of radiance in my father's face, but his eyes seemed dull. He leaned against the door beam on one side, put one foot on the threshold, and planted one foot firmly on the ground.
The door, which was not wide, was completely blocked, and he was holding the big smoking pole in one hand and putting it on his lap with the other hand, puffing away at the smoke, as if he had something on his mind.
Qin Hao remembered that when he was a child, every time his father sat on the threshold to smoke, it was almost always to wait for him to come back. If he guessed correctly, there should be a bamboo stick next to the door. The free hand was just for convenience.
The one who took the bamboo stick, and every time his father looked like this, it was because Qin Hao made a mistake and was sued.
Qin Hao's heart did not have the same fear or resistance as before. Instead, he was filled with sadness and guilt. He had not been with his father for two years, and his father was already old, but his father seemed to be here waiting for him to come home every day.
He could feel that whenever night fell, the old man's sadness was much more painful than what he was feeling now. However, the repeated disappointments did not give the old man any intention to give up. It seemed that he would never give up until his son returned.
will leave that threshold.
"Dad." A few meters away, Qin Hao finally spoke. This was a sentence that he had spoken to countless times and had silently said in his heart countless times, but until now, it was difficult for him to say it, because of guilt, sadness, and even
He felt that he did not deserve to be called that, but apart from the word "Dad", Qin Hao could not think of anything else that could be used to repay the kindness of the old man in front of him in raising him.
Ten thousand sounds may not be enough. Maybe he can make his father immortal now, or maybe he can make his father live peacefully and know how to be buried in the grave and fulfill his only filial piety. But at this moment, Qin Hao's mind went blank. He walked to
The old man knelt directly in front of him, lowering his head, as if waiting for the bamboo sticks to fall.
"I'm back!" Qin Hao's voice trembled a little.
"You're back!" The old man's calm voice came. There was no pain like before. Instead, it was a very calm and plain voice, which made Qin Hao a little surprised.
Could it be that his father no longer cares about his son? Thinking of this, Qin Hao even began to worry and even thought about 10,000 possibilities. When the cigarette pole was lightly knocked on his head a few times, Qin Hao couldn't help but
Tears filled his eyes. At this moment, he felt the mountain-like father's love again.
"You have grown up and become stronger. Come in and let us have a drink!" The old man patted Qin Hao on the shoulder, and then walked towards the main room with heavy steps.
What Qin Hao saw was that under the shrine, there was a table of delicious dishes. Most of them were what he liked to eat, and they were still steaming. It seemed that they had just been prepared. Next to the dishes was a bottle of unknown beaten food.
How many times had the old man opened the bottle of soju, and the aroma of wine suddenly overflowed. Looking at Qin Hao who was still stunned, he shouted: "What are you still doing? Come in!"
Qin Hao nodded subconsciously, as if he had returned to that time in the past, but when he crossed the threshold, he found that the bamboo stick was not placed in its original place, and there was no trace of it in the entire house.
"Uncle Yan, Uncle Yan, look what good things I have brought for you." But at this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside, which made Qin Hao freeze in his tracks just as he was about to sit down.
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A round-bodied guy who weighed about two hundred kilograms walked in, holding a bloody rabbit in his hand. It seemed to be brought from the mountain, but the familiar face and familiar smell made Qin Hao's eyes widen.
Gan Yuan, if he hadn't been worried that he was on earth and in his own home, he would have used his spiritual power to explore the identity of the person in front of him.
"My mother is gone. Where have you gone, you damn rat? You're from the Marle Gobi Desert, you're so hard to find!" When the fat man saw Qin Hao, the rabbit in his hand fell directly to the ground, splashing
He picked up some bloodstains and then walked over and gave him a bear hug. However, Qin Hao's expression was completely numb and he didn't believe what he was seeing.
But the familiar smell and feeling proved that the person in front of him was the fat man who had grown up with him, robbed tombs with him, traveled together, and even shared life and death with him. There was nothing suspicious about him, and he was exactly the same. Qin Hao even thought
He was dreaming, but his familiar spiritual sense told him that this was not a dream and that everything was real.
"Fat man, how could it be you!" Qin Hao couldn't believe all this. At least he was sure that the fat man in Tianxuan was definitely genuine, but the fat man in front of him was also genuine. He could feel the fat bear.
The excitement and emotion of hugging him came completely from the heart.
"Rat, you damn rat, you have no conscience. You have been away for more than two years, and you lied to me that you were going to do something. There is no news at all. You still don't remember me?" The fat man punched Qin Qin hard.
Hao's body immediately rolled on the ground in pain, and his expression changed drastically.
This action is Fatty's most accustomed action, and it cannot be faked. If Qin Hao hadn't restrained all his aura and strength, Fatty's hand would have become useless with his mortal body.
"Little Fatty, put your things here. You go back first. Uncle Yan has something to tell Qin Hao!" At this moment, the old man sitting at the table spoke.
The fat man was stunned, stood up, looked at Qin Hao with a puzzled look, but still said a few words and left. Only Qin Hao and the old man were left in the whole hall.
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