My mother kept holding my hand and walking towards home, still wiping her tears, as if I would disappear as soon as she let go.
My dad kept looking at me, as if he was looking for some trace of childhood on my face.
In the past ten years, I have changed so much. I was a little kid when I arrived, and I am a 19-year-old boy when I come home. They say that girls change when they turn 18, and boys will naturally change when they turn 18. They have already You don't recognize me at all.
For ten years, my mother wandered around the entrance of the village countless times. Just like Xiaopang told me last time, she often ran alone under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village and watched me journey home. , I have imagined my mother looking forward to her son coming home countless times, and I have imagined what it would be like to go home countless times. Now, our expectations have become a reality. The mother is looking forward to seeing her son, and the son has also seen her. Parents and relatives.
However, all of this made me feel a little unreal, as if I was dreaming.
Because I have also dreamed of this scene.
Uncle Huzi did not go with us. He drove his car and followed slowly behind us on the way home.
The family soon arrived in the village. People in the village heard the noise and came out to watch.
Many people came up to say hello, but I don’t remember many of them, let alone what to call them.
"Tianhe, this is your Xiaojie, is he home?" An elder walked up and asked with a smile.
"Hey, Uncle Liu, it's my son Wu Jie. He's back. He's been wandering outside for ten years and finally returned home." My dad said happily.
My father’s name is Wu Tianhe, and the elders in the village call him that.
Some aunts and ladies also came forward to join in the fun and kept praising me.
"You've really grown into a young man. He's fair and handsome. Are you looking for a wife outside?" an aunt asked with a smile.
"Oh, it's really a small calamity. It's different from what it looked like when I was a child. Just go home. Don't run around when you go home this time. Ansheng lives at home."
"The descendants of the Wu family are back. In the past few years, your mother has been running to the village entrance every day, almost blinding her eyes from crying."
Seeing so many people coming up to say hello to me, my nose felt a little sore, and I tried my best not to cry.
I found that except for my parents and grandfather, I really didn’t remember any of the people in the village.
Ten years is really too long, so long that my memory has become blurry.
Even the village is different from before. The muddy roads have been replaced by cement roads, and most of the stone houses and adobe houses in the village have been replaced by large tile-roofed houses and bungalows.
When I came back, most of the village came out to watch the fun.
Suddenly, I noticed a pair of malicious eyes not far away looking towards me. The owner of those eyes was standing at the door of a two-story small foreign-style building, squinting towards me. Looked over.
The sixth sense of a practitioner is very keen. From his eyes, I felt not only hostility, but also a bit of murderous intent.
At that moment, I asked my mother calmly: "Mom, who owns that two-story western-style building? It looks very grand."
"Xiao Jie, you must not remember, it belongs to Uncle Ma's family. A few years ago, he was working on construction projects outside. He suddenly became prosperous and became the richest family in our village. He built several two-story buildings. It’s been 20 years, and you can’t find such a beautiful house in every village in the world.” My mother looked at me and said.
"Mom, if you like it, I'll build one for you too." I said with a smile.
"Mom doesn't want anything, as long as you are at home. Mom just wants to see you every day." My mother held my hand tightly again.
This made my heart suddenly sink.
Not to mention building a house, I can even buy a building, but I really can't do it if I want to be with the two elders every day, even though I want to. Before I came, what Master said to me is still vivid in my mind. I can only stay at home for three days at most. I don’t know how to tell them about this. I have to tell them sooner or later, but certainly not now. Say, otherwise they will be sad again.
I glanced at the person named Ma and carefully matched the people in the village I knew when I was a child in my mind.
Soon, I remembered who that person was.
That person should be Ma Laosan!
When I was three years old, Ma Laosan's wife was killed by Huang Pizi because she beat me. Ma Laosan came to my house with a knife and planned to kill me. In the final analysis, his wife was killed because of me. And die.
When I thought that he was Ma Laosan, I knew why he hated me so much.
After so many years, Ma Laosan is really holding a grudge.
But I didn't take it to heart. It's been so many years since this happened, and our two families have always seemed to be in peace.
The person Ma Laosan hates is me, not my parents. Even if he has any hatred, even if he comes against me, I am not afraid of him.
In this way, talking all the way, we arrived at the door of the house.
Last time I heard Xiaopang say that my family built a new house. I didn’t expect that the house was built really well and it was big and spacious.
"Dad, our house is so beautifully built." I couldn't help but say.
"This house can be built because of the money you sent home. I knew it was you. No one except you would send so much money to our family at once." My dad said with a smile.
I didn't deny this, and said with a smile: "Dad, this is what you should do. I can't be with you, so I can only honor you in this way."
"My son is going to be successful." My mother looked at me kindly.
With that said, a group of us walked into the courtyard.
"My dear, hurry up and cook. Our baby has come all the way home and he must not have eaten yet. Don't get hungry," my dad urged.
However, my mother still held my hand tightly and didn't want to let go, and said with some embarrassment: "Dad, you go ahead and do it. I want to chat with our little robbery for a while."
"He can't run away. Just come over after cooking and continue chatting with him. He loves your spicy chicken the most. I can't make it taste like yours." My dad said again.
After saying this, my mother reluctantly let go of my hand and hurried towards the kitchen.
"Xiao Jie, come in and talk with dad. We haven't seen each other for so many years. Dad has a lot to say to you."
When I was about to enter the house subconsciously, I suddenly remembered Master's instructions. After I returned home, I could not enter the house or go to bed, otherwise I would break the rules. I stopped immediately and did not follow my dad in. Room.
"Why don't you come in?" My dad had already entered the house with one foot. When he saw that I didn't follow him, he looked at me with confusion.
