In front of the sword-washing building.
No one noticed a black donkey chasing a black horse.
Lu Ruyi had flown down from the sword-washing building, and she landed next to Xiao Baozi.
Xiao Baozi was a little nervous. After all, he and Li Chenan were not married yet, so he was embarrassed to call her mother-in-law.
On the contrary, Lu Ruyi was extremely calm.
"Sister Xiao..."
Xiao Baozi was stunned, "Ah, sister Ruyi!"
"Come with my sister..."
Lu Ruyi said this and looked at Xiao Wu and others, "You all come with me... Amu, you stay!"
Amu was stunned, then saw Lu Ruyi smile slightly: "You talk to them... This is Wu Wen, the former master of Tianyin Pavilion, and this is Zheng Qiuchen, the front yard of Bailu Academy of Wu State."
Amu was a little confused, thinking that I don't like to talk, and these two old people are not familiar with each other, what should I say to them?
But he thought about it and stayed, just out of respect for Li Chenan's mother.
Lu Ruyi led a group of people to the small yard in the forest not far away from the stream. Amu stood in front of the two old people somewhat blankly. He looked left and right, and the expressions on the faces of the two old people were all different. Very excited.
"Junior Mushan Sword disciple Amu has met two seniors!"
Amu bowed and Wu Wen quickly stepped forward to support him, "Child... kid!"
Amu was startled, "Grandma, I'm twenty-one years old, I'm no longer a child!"
Grandma... Wu Wen's body froze slightly, and her expression suddenly turned gloomy.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other,
Face covered with dust,
The temples are frosty...
Yes, I was thirty-three years old when I gave birth to this child.
Now, twenty-one years later, I am already fifty-four... indeed, I am at the same age as my grandma.
Wu Wen was panicking, and her hands holding Amu's arms were trembling slightly.
Amu felt something strange, and he asked in surprise: "Grandma, what's wrong with you?"
"Son...I'm not your grandma!"
Amu thought that of course you are not my real grandma, but at your age, shouldn’t I call you grandma?
"child……"
Wu Wen's hand suddenly touched Amu's face!
Amu was startled, and the vigilance he had developed over a long period of time made him break away from Wu Wen's hand at that moment. He flew backwards three feet, and when he withdrew, he landed on the handle of the knife with his backhand.
"Qiang...!"
His sword was unsheathed.
He held the handle of the knife with both hands and pointed the long knife at Wu Wen from a distance.
His knife-like face was as cold as frost at the moment:
"Who are you?"
Wu Wen's hand was frozen in the air.
She raised her other hand tremblingly and pointed at Amu.
"Child...I, I am your mother!"
Amu's hand holding the handle of the knife suddenly stiffened, and his eyes stared at Wu Wen for ten breaths.
The look on Wu Wen's face was extremely nervous, and there were tears and expectations in her old eyes.
Qiu Chen took a step forward and stood in front of Wu Wen. He looked at Amu and whispered:
"Put down your knife!"
Amu's eyes fell on Qiu Chen's face, and he suppressed the panic in his heart——
It was an unprecedented panic!
In his entire life, even if he almost starved to death in Yujing City, his heart had never been as panicked as it is now!
"I am your mother...!"
mother!
What a strange title this is!
I am already twenty-one years old!
From the time I can remember, I don’t know how many lonely nights and helpless times I have thought of my father and mother.
While begging in Kyoto, he was extremely envious of the children whose parents took such good care of them.
He was holding a broken bowl in his hand, but his eyes were looking at the marshmallows in the hands of children of the same age and the laughter on their faces.
He knew that the marshmallows must be very sweet, and so was the laughter.
And what about yourself?
There was nothing but the broken bowl in his hand.
In those days, I often huddled alone in a dark corner under a dangerous wall and cried, not knowing what I had done wrong to be abandoned by my parents.
Later, perhaps God opened his eyes. When he was about to freeze to death and starve to death that winter, he was saved by the second master of Zhongli Mansion.
In the second master's house, in the exquisite pavilion, he realized that the cold in winter was only for orphans like him or those poor people who couldn't open the pot.
It's not cold at all in that attic!
It's as warm as spring!
Its doors and windows were closed, and in the corner was a burning coal fire that seemed to never go out.
No wind can enter the room, no rain can enter, and no snow can enter!
Is this home?
It turns out that home is so warm!
Later I went to Mushan Dao and grew up slowly in Mushan Dao.
He learned to read and read a lot of books in Mu Shandao's library. He knew that it couldn't be called home, because a place with parents is home!
The second master's mansion can only be called Qixia!
So what does home look like?
Junior brother Wang Zhenghaoxuan said, home?
At home, the mother beats the father, but the father dare not speak out in anger!
At home, the mother scolds the father, and the father has to circle around the mother in disgrace!
Home is the chickens and dogs jumping in the yard, the roaring lions in the east of the river, the pots and pans and the smell of fireworks!
My father took the money and gave it to my mother with a charming smile on his face, and my mother finally winked at my father, happily cooked two delicious dishes, poured him a glass of wine, and said thank you for your hard work, head of the family!
The next day when Dad walked, his legs seemed a little weak.
Mom would put her hands on her hips and say to dad’s back: Don’t do anything outside! Just like you, you wasted that money!
In short, according to Wang Zhenghaoxuan's words, Amu's experience of home not only did not have the complaints of Wang Zhenghaoxuan, but he felt that it was very beautiful.
It's very vivid.
It was what he had dreamed of.
When he grew older, he left Mushandao, returned to Kyoto, and came to Li Chenan's side. Gradually, he no longer thought about his parents who had abandoned him.
He has really grown up.
I will no longer be hungry, and I have long lost the desire to look for my parents.
Just treat them as dead!
He just hopes to meet a compatible woman who makes his heart beat.
He felt that it was time for him to start a family.
As a guard for Li Chenan, I have to ask for salary from Li Chenan, because a man has to support his family and give money to his wife.
He never expected that at this time, when he didn't need his parents, such a woman would suddenly appear, and she would actually say that she was his mother!
Look at her appearance...
Although she has a few strands of white hair and her face has traces of time, she is different from those women from poor families.
Her face was not dark and weathered.
Her hands still frozen in the air were not the rough hands of the farmer.
Although her clothes are not very luxurious, they are far from patched rags and linen!
She is not a poor person!
What about him?
Amu still held the knife, and he looked at Qiuchen again:
"and who are you?"
"...I am your father!"
Amu took a deep breath, his knife trembling slightly.
He suddenly sheathed the knife.
"Qiang...!" With a sound, the long sword was sheathed.
He turned around and walked towards the small wooden building in the woods by the lake.
He said coldly to Qiu Chen and Wu Wen: "You have recognized the wrong person!"
"My parents are already dead!"
