Liangchen resigned from his master and returned home.
"Chen'er is back!" When his father finally came back, his heart warmed and he greeted.
"Chen'er has met father!" Liangchen greeted his father, said a few words briefly, and then walked to his room.
He really had no feelings for this father.
Although I can see that I have a sincere love for myself, and I also really like my mother.
But he still couldn't figure out why the two couldn't be together. Is it because my mother is a mortal?
Liangchen suddenly missed his mother and wanted to see her.
So he walked out of the room and told his father that he had something to do, and walked out of the house.
It is no longer the seed that the family focuses on cultivating. Although there are fewer eyes on it, it is much freer than before.
My mother lives in Huayang Town, a few hundred miles away.
After leaving the family, he escaped from the light at a good time. Half a day later, he landed on the dirt road outside the town.
Fortunately, he had already remembered things when he left. The town seemed to have not changed much in the past ten years.
Following the familiar road, he found his home.
Liangchen gently knocked on the door a few times, and heard a familiar voice and footsteps: "Who is it?"
"My mother is me. Liangchen." Liangchen replied.
"Who?" The woman seemed not to hear clearly, and seemed to think she heard wrongly.
With a creak, the door slowly opened, and a capable maid came into view with a dignified and somewhat rich familiar face.
"Mother, Liangchen is back to see you." Ye Liangchen looked at his mother and said.
"Is it really my Chen'er? Why are you back? Is your father here?" Mother asked three questions in one breath.
"It's me. I have some time recently, so I came to see you. My father is busy entertaining guests at home." Liangchen answered one by one with a smile.
"Come here, let me take a good look! I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and you have grown so tall! He looks just like your father."
His mother pulled him into the courtyard and looked at him as he walked, her eyes filled with mist and her hands clenched tightly as if she was afraid that he would fly away.
When he arrived at the house, Liangchen looked at the mother who used to hold a feather duster day and night to ask for his endorsement.
Because I couldn't bear the boringness of memorizing books, I secretly ran out to play with the children at the entrance of the village all afternoon, and then interrupted the mother of a feather duster.
Now that he is in his early forties, the bright eyes in his memory no longer have the same charm as before, and there are actually a few light wrinkles like water waves in the corners of his eyes.
"Mother, I have made you suffer." Liangchen watched his mother getting older, but he was powerless, and his eyes gradually became moist.
"Silly boy, haven't I lived a good life? How can I suffer?"
Seeing the tears in Liangchen's eyes, the mother quickly wiped them with her thumbs. The tears that could have been held in her eyes flowed down her mother's fingers.
"Are you busy? If not, just have a meal before leaving. I'll let Taohua cook some dishes."
Mother was about to give instructions when she seemed to remember something and patted her head and said:
"Oh, by the way, I forgot that you cultivators rarely eat secular food. Your father said that everything you eat is filled with spiritual energy."
"Mom, I'm not busy, I'd like to sit with you for a while." Liangchen said.
"Mom, how have you been these years?" Liangchen looked at his mother and asked.
"You're doing well, don't worry! Your father left a lot of property, and you can't spend it all. You have to ask me to buy a few more maids. I'm not a lady, so how can I use maids?
He couldn't resist this. He bought a maid Taohua a few years ago and found a long-term employee. "My mother said softly, with a happy look on her face.
"Does father come often?" Liangchen asked again.
"Come here often! Sometimes I come here every three to five months, sometimes every six months." Mother replied.
"Alas~" Liangchen sighed in his heart.
"I come here every three to five months or every six months. It seems that my mother is really easily satisfied."
"Chen'er. You should be nicer to your father. He said that you never like to talk to him. You must know that he really loves you!
A few years ago, I said that my family sent you to a place far away to practice. When I came here in the past few years, I often talked about you. "
It was as if the mother knew that Liangchen had a strong prejudice against his father.
"No, I understand, kid," Liangchen replied.
"Don't blame your father. I have blamed him before, and I have figured it out over the years. After all, a cultivator and a mortal like me are from two different worlds.
Not to mention anything else, if we get married, I will only have a life span of sixty or seventy years. Now I am more than forty years old, and I still have more than twenty years left. . .
As long as you build the foundation, you are both two hundred years old. One day I will leave, and he will be left alone for more than a hundred years. I can’t bear it either!
I am very satisfied to have met him! "
The mother said softly with a happy face.
"I don't blame father." Liangchen said softly.
"You kid, you've been tough-talking since you were little. You say no, but in your heart I still don't know." The mother said with a smile.
"Then why doesn't father take you to live with the clan?" Liangchen asked with resentment.
"He must have his own difficulties. Besides, if our hearts can be together, it will be the same no matter where we live." Mother said.
"Then wait a few years and I become the shopkeeper. You can move to my place and I will take care of you." Liangchen thought for a while and said.
"No, no! My habit of living here is that all my neighbors are acquaintances. And if your father wants to visit me, he's close."
After hearing this, my mother quickly waved her hands and shook her head.
The mother and son chatted for several hours, and finally Liangchen reluctantly left. . .
