For many days and nights, for fear of affecting the mood of the master and his wife, the housekeeper only dared to secretly miss his young master when he was alone.
The housekeeper had no children in his life. He was rescued by the Prime Minister from the battlefield. As soon as Li Xiaoyao was born, he had full authority to take care of everything, no matter how big or small. To be disrespectful, Li Xiaoyao was equivalent to his in his heart. Half a child.
"Young... Young Master, you'll be gone for a long time!" The housekeeper seemed to have thousands of words of concern in his mind, but in the end he forced a smile and said to Li Xiaoyao.
When Li Xiaoyao saw this, he felt uncomfortable in his heart. He opened his arms and gently embraced the middle-aged man who was over fifty years old. He said softly: "I'm sorry, Uncle He, for making you worry!"
"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back!" Thousands of words have only been condensed into four words.
The housekeeper wiped away his tears and said to Li Xiaoyao: "Hurry, hurry, hurry, the master is waiting for you in the study!"
Hearing this, Li Xiaoyao suddenly hesitated, perhaps due to the legendary timidity of being close to home, and murmured: "Father..."
The housekeeper didn't care. At this time, his joy had already filled his chest. He held Li Xiaoyao's hand involuntarily and walked towards the study.
"Master, madam, it's true, it's the real young master!" The housekeeper did not feel Li Xiaoyao's state of mind at this time. He vented his excitement to himself, and the entire mansion was filled with his joyful voice.
"Clang!"
Naturally, the Prime Minister also heard the butler's voice. When the hope turned into reality, he finally failed to control his mentality. His feet softened and his body suddenly fell into the chair behind him, his eyes bursting with joy. With the ultimate light, he murmured: "Really, are you really back?!"
He believed what the butler said. Not to mention that the butler had always been loyal to him. Just because the butler had watched Li Xiaoyao grow up, he could confirm whether the person who came was the real or fake Li Xiaoyao. At this time , the joy in the butler's voice didn't seem to be fake, it could only mean that his only son was finally back!
The Prime Minister took a few quick breaths, breathed in oxygen greedily, and calmed his heart. After a few times, he gradually regained his composure, slowly sat up straight, and sat upright at the table.
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The Prime Minister shook his head with a wry smile. Originally, he thought that nothing in this world could move him. However, since he just heard the news about Li Xiaoyao's return, he has been losing his composure one after another.
"Dang, Dang!"
When the Prime Minister had just adjusted his mentality, a rapid knock on the door echoed in the room.
The Prime Minister just wanted to speak out. He opened his mouth slightly, spread his fingers slightly, and raised his forearm slightly. He was about to say the simple words he had said countless times, but the moment he said it, he hesitated. .
The fingers of his open palm instinctively retracted, and there seemed to be something blocked in his throat, making him feel a slight dryness.
At this point, he suddenly felt scared, yes, scared!
He was afraid that this was just a beautiful dream of his, and once the door that symbolized reality opened, he would wake up from this beautiful dream.
The Prime Minister stared blankly at the wooden door, looking a little at a loss.
My son, is it really you?
Outside the door, the butler didn't get the low, steady voice of permission as usual after knocking on the door. He seemed a little confused. Although he was confused at this time, he was more eager. He wanted to share the joy at this time with everyone. His master.
Just when the housekeeper stepped forward to knock on the door again, a hand gently pressed his shoulder.
The housekeeper turned his head in confusion, only to see Li Xiaoyao shaking his head gently at him.
Seeing this, although the housekeeper was confused, he obeyed and did not take any further action.
Time passed slowly, and there was no sound from the house.
Outside the door, the housekeeper's body was shaking slightly, his fists were clenched and loosened, and his eyes were looking towards the door from time to time, looking very eager.
Li Xiaoyao, on the other hand, stood quietly behind him, with his hands behind his back, head held high, motionless, looking at the closed door with bright eyes, and breathing steadily and vigorously.
Father, it is me, your child, who is back and waiting for your call!
A father and a son, two generations, seemed to be having a silent conversation across the vermilion wooden door.
For a long time,
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Finally, a steady and powerful voice came from the house: "Come in!"
The housekeeper, who had been waiting for a long time, could no longer bear it. He pressed his hands on the door at the first moment, and then exerted force, and the door immediately opened in response.
"Squeak!" There was a sound, and the two eyes finally collided with each other without any barrier.
With just one glance, the Prime Minister felt as if he had been struck by lightning. That familiar look in his eyes was wise and calm, but there was a touch of competitiveness hidden in the depths. He is my son, yes, this is not a dream!
With just one glance, the fear and hesitation in Li Xiaoyao's heart disappeared immediately. The kindness that made people involuntarily feel relieved, even after many years, could still calm any negative emotions in him immediately.
After the housekeeper opened the door, he turned his head and saw the scene in front of him. The joy on his face suddenly froze. Then he slightly curved his mouth and slowly exited the room, leaving this small space for this long-awaited reunion. The father and son duo.
After a long time, the Prime Minister's eyes finally calmed down and became a little more critical, looking up and down at the son he had not seen for a long time.
When Li Xiaoyao saw this, he also smiled slightly, finally stepped into the house, and gently closed the door.
Under the Prime Minister's gaze, Li Xiaoyao took a few steps forward and walked not far in front of the table.
He gently grasped the hem of his shirt with his right hand and swung it to the right, causing him to kneel on the ground.
"Bang bang bang!" He hit his forehead heavily on the ground three times in a row. When he hit his forehead for the third time, Li Xiaoyao's forehead was close to the ground and never lifted again.
The palms of both hands were firmly placed on the cold ground. All the emotions could no longer be hidden at this time. Tears welled up in his tightly closed eyes, and he shouted in a low voice: "Father, the unfilial child is back!"
No matter how smart he is, no matter how cunning as a fox, no matter how strong and unyielding he is, when he was forced to leave home, he was just a child who had just turned ten.
However, at the age when he needed his parents' love the most, his journey was full of bloodshed and he struggled to crawl out of hell several times.
The grievances he felt in his heart could not be tolerated by outsiders, but at this moment, the person in front of him was his father, the person he was closest to, and all the pretense seemed so insignificant at this moment!
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