After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

In front of the sword-washing building.

No one noticed a black donkey chasing a black horse.

Lu Ruyi had already flown down from the Sword Washing Tower, and she landed beside 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 taken aback, "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!"

A Mu was taken aback, and Lu Ruyi smiled slightly: "You talk to them... This is Wu Wen, the former owner of the Tianyin Pavilion, and this is Qiu Chen, the front yard of the White Deer Academy in the State of Wu."

Amu was a little confused, thinking that I don't like to talk, and these two old people don't know each other well, so what should I say to them?

But after thinking about it, he still stayed, just out of respect for Li Chenan's mother.

Lu Ruyi took a group of people to the small courtyard in the woods not far away from the stream. Amu stood in front of the two old people in a daze. He looked left and right, and the expressions on the faces of the two old people were different Very excited.

"Amu, a disciple of the Mushan Sword, the junior, has met the two seniors!"

Amu bowed and saluted, Wu Wen hurriedly stepped forward to support him, "Son...Son!"

Amu was startled, "Grandma, I'm 21 years old, I'm not a child anymore!"

Grandma... Wu Wen's body froze slightly, and her expression turned dark.

Even if you meet you should not know,

dusty,
temples like frost...

Yes, I was already 33 years old when I gave birth to this child.

Now 21 years have passed, and I am already fifty-four... indeed, I am also my grandma's age.

Wu Wen was flustered, her hands holding Amu's arms trembled slightly.

Amu felt something strange, and he asked again in surprise: "Grandma, what's wrong with you?"

"Son... I'm not your grandma!"

Amu thought that of course you are not my own grandma, but shouldn't I call you grandma at your age?

"child……"

Wu Wen's hand suddenly touched Amu's face!
Amu was startled, the vigilance he had cultivated for a long time made him break free from Wu Wen's hand at that moment, he flew three feet backwards, and at the same time as he retreated, he landed on the handle of the knife with his backhand.

"Chong...!"

His long knife was unsheathed.

He held the handle of the knife with both hands, and pointed the long knife at Wu Wen from afar.

His knife-like face is as cold as frost at this moment:

"Who are you?"

Wu Wen's hand was frozen in the air.

She raised her other hand tremblingly, pointing at Amu.

"My child... I, I am your mother!"

Amu's hand holding the handle of the knife froze suddenly, and his eyes fixed on Wu Wen for ten breaths.

The expression on Wu Wen's face was extremely nervous, and her old eyes were filled with tears and expectations.

Qiu Chen stepped forward and stood in front of Wu Wen. He looked at A Mu and said in a low voice:
"Put down your knife!"

Amu's eyes fell on Qiuchen's face, he suppressed the panic in his heart——

It was an unprecedented panic!
In his whole life, even if he almost starved to death in Yujing City, his heart has never been so flustered as it is now!

"I am your mother...!"

mother!
What a strange title this is!

I am 21 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.

When he was begging in Kyoto, he was very envious of the children whose parents took care of them.

He was holding a broken bowl in his hand, but he was looking at the marshmallows in the hands of those children of the same age and the laughter on their faces.

He knew that the cotton candy must be very sweet, and that laughter was also very sweet.

And what about yourself?

Except for the broken bowl in his hand, there is nothing.

In those days, I often curled up alone in a dark corner under the dangerous wall, crying, not knowing what I did wrong would be abandoned by my parents.

Later, perhaps God opened his eyes, and when he was about to freeze to death and starve to death that winter, he was rescued by the second master of Zhongli Mansion.

In the second master's mansion, in the exquisite pavilion, he realized that the winter is cold, and the cold is for orphans like him or those poor people who can't get rid of the pot.

It's not cold in that attic!

It is as warm as spring!
Its doors and windows were closed tightly, and in the corner was a burning charcoal fire that seemed to never go out.

The wind cannot enter the room, the rain cannot enter, and the snow cannot enter!

Is this home?
It turns out that the home is so warm!
Later, I went to Mushandao and grew up slowly in Mushandao.

He learned to read and read a lot of books in Mu Shandao's library. He knew that it cannot be called home, because home is where there are parents!
The second master's mansion can only be called under the fence!
So what does home look like?

Junior brother Wang Zhenghaoxuan said, home?
Home is where the mother beats the father and the father dare not speak out!

At home, mother scolds father, and father has to circle mother around in a desperate manner!
Home is the chickens flying and dogs jumping in the yard, the lion roaring in the east of the river, the pots and pans and the smell of fireworks!

It was the father who received the payment and handed it to the mother with a smile on his face, and the mother finally winked at the father, happily cooked two good dishes, poured a glass of wine for the father, and said that you have worked hard as the head of the family!

When Dad walked the next day, his legs seemed to be a little soft.

Mother would put her hips on her hips and say to Dad's back: Don't mess around outside!Just like you, wasting that money!
In short, from Wang Zhenghaoxuan's mouth, the home that Amu felt was not only without those complaints from Wang Zhenghaoxuan, but he thought it was very beautiful.

is very lively.

It was his dream.

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 find my parents.

As if they were already dead!

He just hopes to meet a woman who makes his heart beat.

He felt that he should also start a family.

As a guard for Li Chenan, I have to ask Li Chenan for salary, because a man has to support his family, so he has to hand over the money to his wife.

He never expected that at this time, when he didn't need his parents, such a woman suddenly appeared, and she even said that she was his mother!

look at her...

Although there are a few strands of gray hair and the marks of time on her face, she is different from those women from poor families.

Her face did not have the weather-beaten dark and vicissitudes.

Her hand that was still frozen in the air was not the rough hand of the farmer.

Although her clothes are not very luxurious, they are far from patched rags and sackcloth!
She is not a poor person!
What about him?

Amu was still holding the knife, and he looked at Qiuchen again:

"who are you?"

"...I am your father!"

Amu took a deep breath, his knife trembling slightly.

He suddenly withdrew the knife.

"Clang...!", and the long knife returned to its sheath.

He turned around and walked towards the small wooden building in the forest by the lake.

He lightly tossed Qiu Chen and Wu Wen a cold sentence: "You have admitted the wrong person!"

"My parents are dead long ago!" (End of this chapter)