I of Douluo became Tang San's grass

Chapter 52 Homecoming

The sky was dim, and after Tang San finished cultivating the Purple Demon Eyes on the roof, he looked into the distance, his eyes sparkling.

A school year passed in a flash, and he was finally able to go home to see his old father. He had already asked the boss for leave yesterday afternoon at the blacksmith shop.He also specially made a brand new casting hammer and prepared to take it back as a gift to his father.

Since Tang San joined the blacksmith shop, the quality of cast iron in the blacksmith shop has been raised to a higher level. Now Tang San's salary has reached five silver soul coins per month, which is equivalent to half of the soul master's subsidy.

As soon as the sun came out, he set foot on his way home. Tang San walked forward steadily, and beside him were two little girls holding hands and jumping around. Wearing the school uniform of Notting College, they left Notting City and headed for Saint Soul Village. .

"A chicken in the left hand, a duck in the right hand, and a fat doll on the back, ahhh, Yier~~" Wu Liu sang happily.

"Sister, why don't you sing it once too! Your voice is so beautiful." Wu Liu took Xiao Wu's hand and said coquettishly, making Xiao Wu, who already doted on the little girl, half-pushed her to agree, and the stumbling singing made the little girl smile.

Tang San also used his hands to cover his smile from time to time.

After singing a few songs, Xiao Wu couldn't stand it any longer and asked, "How long will it be?"

"It's almost there. Do you see that mountain over there? Our Holy Soul Village is at the foot of the mountain." Wuliu chubby pointed to the distance.

Going home, Tang San was very excited. If it wasn't for Notting College's rule that he had to go back to the college to live at night, and the teacher would check every night, Tang San might have gone home often. Father alone at home.

Long time no see, Dad, how are you?

Maybe it's because he was an orphan in the previous life, with no roots and no support, but in this life, Tang San cherishes this family affection very much.

He touched the 24 bridges on a moonlit night at his waist. There were the casting hammer he brought to his father, some brand new clothes, some bottles of good wine, and his favorite spring wine.Of course, the chicken, duck and fish that the little girl sings are all prepared.

"Big sister can't do it anymore, she can't sing anymore!" Xiao Wu panted, she couldn't even jump.

Wangshan ran a dead horse, and it was almost noon when the three arrived at the Holy Soul Village.

Soon, the three of them had entered the Holy Soul Village, Tang San's home was at the head of the village, Wu Liu pointed to the dilapidated sign on the roof, and said to Xiao Wu with a smile: "Look, that's Tang Xiaosan's house. "

Tang San quickened his steps, and came to the door of the house in two steps in three steps.The door was not closed.

"Father, I'm back." Tang San shouted excitedly.

Xiao Wu had never seen such an emotionally exposed Tang San, standing behind him and looking at him curiously, in her impression, Tang San was a person who didn't talk too much when fighting, except for being gentle with his sister.

"Don't you like your father?" Xiao Wu asked Wu Liu curiously, Tang San was so excited.

"I want to be a lady!" After all, I often sense Tang Hao's existence, and I don't have the excitement of not seeing him for a long time, and now he...

Shouting, Tang San quickly walked inside.

Nothing seemed to have changed, the blacksmith shop was still in such a mess, messy things were placed all over the floor, the dilapidated feeling made Tang San and Wu Liu feel very friendly.

"Oh, Xiao San, you're back." A gentle voice sounded.From the inside, the door curtain was lifted and a person came out.

Seeing him, Tang San felt a little surprised, and was stunned for a moment, "Grandpa Jack, you are here, where is my father?"

The one who came out of it was Old Jack, the village head of Holy Soul Village, with a wry smile on his face, he handed a piece of paper in his hand to Tang San, saying:

"Look, this is left by your father. I came to him and wanted to pick you up with him. I didn't expect you to come back."

A bad premonition appeared in Tang San's heart, he hurriedly took the paper handed by Old Jack and looked down.

There are only a dozen or so simple lines of characters on the paper, and the handwriting is deliberately neat, but it is hard to hide the rough and unrestrained spirit.

(End of this chapter)