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Chapter 405 Someone Returns Home (12)

Wang Hongyi was a little bored.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't feel idle, the New Year is approaching, no matter how poor people are, they have to eat a good meal, cut a few catties of meat and go back. As a butcher, he is the busiest time of the year, but even with so much work waiting for him Watching him do it, he still felt lazy and unable to cheer up.

This village is really boring.

He thought about it in a daze.

I've been busy for most of my life, and now I can't take it easy.

My son also got married a few days ago. After getting married, I discussed it for a long time. For the sake of the child, I finally ran to the county town. Although the martial artists in the gym are a little tired, they can be considered to have taken root in the city.

At the beginning, the son really wanted to take him away.

But he doesn't want to.

What are you doing?
After staying here for more than ten years, he still has some feelings. He is a nostalgic person, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get out of that hurdle until now.

But the son left, the boy from the Wang family also went out, and the old brother Li who had a good appetite in the village also disappeared. It doesn't make much sense here either.

He looked at the butcher's knife in his hand.

This knife is sharp and sharp. It has been killing pigs for more than ten years, and it is very easy to use, but even the knife that is easy to use has a chipped edge. One day, he doesn't know why he can't use it. Now he feels that he is getting old.

On the day his son got married, he rarely got drunk.

The next day, half-drunk and half-awake, I called my son's name and told him to get up and cook, but no one answered, and I got angry, opened the door, and looked at the empty bed, feeling old. It came out immediately, and I couldn't stop it, and the wine woke up all of a sudden.

He didn't even know why he still stayed in this familiar and unfamiliar Great Liang Village.

The butcher's knife that was used smoothly in his hand hit the ground one by one.

Wang Hongyi was in a daze.

Perhaps it is because one day, after the people I know come back, I find that this small village is so strange that there is no one I know. Maybe, will anyone come back?
I thought about my son who wanted to move out just after getting married.

Wang Hongyi's confidence was a little lacking, and he couldn't lift his spirits up even more. He leaned on the bamboo chair, like an aging person, lazily, with a pair of eyes looking outside, the courtyard door was half open, and he could see more. In the distance, the snow stopped, and the sky was blue and beautiful.

Wang Hongyi's eyes were half-closed.

He specially entrusted someone to make this bamboo chair, and planned to use it to hold his grandson. Now he is the only one sitting on this chair, swaying, gradually feeling a little drowsy.

He was more familiar with the current Great Liang Village only in his dream.

In a daze, I heard a familiar voice.

"Uncle Wang, you are basking in the sun so early..."

Half asleep and half awake, Wang Hongyi replied almost instinctively:
"It's early, I don't even know what time it is..."

The sound stopped abruptly, and Wang Hongyi closed his eyes, as if he thought he was still in a dream, but he heard the sound of footsteps in his ears, opened his eyes carefully, and looked in the direction of the sound.

The front was empty.

Wang Hongyi was a little disappointed, and he shook his head in self-deprecating manner. He moved his body on the bamboo chair, changed to a more comfortable position, closed his eyes, and prepared to continue to take a nap.

A voice came from the direction behind him, a little surprised.

"Why are there so many pigs left unkilled..."

"Uncle Wang, aren't you afraid of being blocked by someone?"

"Afraid of his ball."

Wang Hongyi replied subconsciously, then he was stunned for a moment, straightened up from the bamboo chair suddenly, turned his head to look, and saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy standing in front of the enclosed pigsty in his yard.

The young man was wearing a green shirt. Although his face had already grown, his eyebrows were very familiar. He turned his head and smiled at him, saying:

"Long time no see, Uncle Wang."

"You are a little lazy this year's New Year's Eve...there are only a few days left, can you handle so many pigs by yourself?"

"Want to help?"

Wang Hongyi blinked his eyes, suddenly regained his energy, smashed his mouth, turned over from the old man's chair and fell to the ground, and said in a rough voice:

"You boy, do you look down on your Uncle Wang?"

"Just these two fat pigs, two knives will give you the result."

"It's you kid, why did you come back so late this year? I thought you kid wouldn't come back for the holidays this year."

Wang Anfeng smiled, seeing that the burly and tall man in his memory had a few white hairs poking out of his temples, he concealed his own experience, and just said with a smile:
"Some things happened on the road, and some time was delayed."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, carrying some new year goods and a brand new butcher's knife, and said:

"I also bought some New Year's goods."

Wang Hongyi smacked his lips and said, "I don't even buy some wine, it's not authentic."

Wang Anfeng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Uncle Wang, don't you like drinking?"

Wang Hongyi stared at him with a pair of eyes, and said:

"Do you want to drink now?"

"Okay, don't just stand there, change your clothes, come out with a knife, and hold this fat pig down for me."

"I killed and drained the blood earlier, and it stopped sooner. It's almost Chinese New Year."

Wang Anfeng responded with a smile, and said:
"okay."

Jinxian County, on the county government.

Zhang Weiran changed into normal clothes, stood with his hands behind his back, and stood in the middle of the courtyard, looking at the snow falling in the sky, a little lost in thought.

A few days ago, there were still winter plum blossoms to enjoy, but now those plum blossoms have all fallen, and the yard has become empty. In addition, the new year is approaching, and half of the people in the mansion are part-time workers. Parents get together.

There are only some servants brought from the clan left in this mansion, there are far fewer people, and there is a bit of loneliness, Zhang Weiran has the urge to recite poems.

But after thinking about it for a while, he found that he had been an official for a long time, and those people who used to write and write were no longer as good as they used to be. It is probably nonsense to recite poems, so I had to give up this idea.

A beautiful woman walked out of the house, walked behind Zhang Weiran, put a loose dress on the man, and said softly:

"At this moment, Tianhan, what is your husband doing here?"

Zhang Weiran smiled, raised his hand to grab his wife's palm, and sighed:
"Just thinking about it..."

"It's just that it's cold this year. I always think of Tingyun's stay on Daomen Mountain, but he has suffered some grievances. This door is also the same. You and I are also Tingyun's biological parents, but we only saw each other once in the Mid-Autumn Festival last year. They will not be returned at any time."

The voice paused, somewhat complicated, and sighed:

"The world of mortals sees through the work of sweeping the dust, and escapes from the cage of troubles."

"Taoist disciples are already monks after all. They had already prepared for this when they sent Ting Yun to the mountain, but who knew that it was still difficult in the end..."

He sighed here, and the beautiful woman became depressed when she heard the words. The parents all over the world felt sorry for their son, and she hadn't seen her daughter for a long time. Now that she heard her husband say this, she couldn't help but feel her nose sore.

After Zhang Weiran sighed, he realized his wife's abnormal state, and his body was slightly stiff at the moment, wishing to slap himself.

What the hell did I just say? !

After being an official for so many years, you still haven't learned how to speak?

Trembling in his heart, he hurriedly hugged his wife into his arms, tried his best to comfort her, and managed to stabilize the woman's emotions. Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps. An old woman with white hair.

Although his spirit was already weak, his body was still healthy, with joy on his face, he stood still five steps in front of Zhang Weiran, leaned on the wooden stick and bowed, saying:
"Master..."

The old woman was sent by the family to follow him for more than ten years, Zhang Weiran respected her quite a bit, nodded, and said softly:

"What's the matter, Mammy?"

With a smile on her face, the old woman said:

"Master, Madam."

"Miss, she's back!""

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