The immortal of the Tang Dynasty, but the game starts at Xuanwu Gate?

"Xiao An, let's go home and visit."

Chen Sujin whispered to herself that she wanted to go home to visit her parents and pay respects to them.

Seeing that everyone was busy, Chen Huai'an estimated that it would take quite a while, so he nodded and said, "Uncle Youde, I'll go home first to pay my respects to my parents, and then I'll talk to you again."

"Go ahead," Chen Youde waved his hand. "Take care of your own business first. You don't need to worry about us here."

"Okay." Chen Huai'an agreed and led Chen Sujin, Feng Qiao'er and Xiao He to his hometown.

"Uncle, what's your hometown like?" Xiao He couldn't help but ask.

She used to hear Chen Sujin talk about her family, about how Chen Huai'an had dug a hole in the house, and how her parents next door always overheard her and her brother whispering at night.

Xiaohe was genuinely curious.

"Nothing special." Chen Huai'an rubbed her head and said nostalgically, "It's nothing like where we live now. It's just a very ordinary little tile-roofed house. The house is very small, with only two rooms."

When you were little, your mother and I lived together, and your maternal grandparents lived together.

Chen Sujin laughed and said, "Xiao He, your uncle was very precocious when he was a child. He always acted like a little adult and could always make the other kids in the village have his way. There's one thing I remember very clearly."

"Your uncle is afraid of ghosts!"

"Every night when we go to sleep, he always squeezes over to me. I try to shoo him away, but he always finds an excuse to come closer."

Xiao He blinked: "Uncle, are you afraid of ghosts?"

Chen Huai'an said calmly, "Xiuya is talking nonsense. She was the one who was afraid of ghosts when she was a child. Now she's turning the tables on me."

Chen Sujin looked disdainful, but didn't say anything to explain.

She had argued with Chen Huai'an about this issue for a long time before, but whenever she told outsiders, Chen Huai'an would always turn the tables on her.

This led everyone to believe that she was the one who was afraid of ghosts.

In reality, everyone knows who's afraid of ghosts.

"Sister Qiao'er, it must be that Uncle is afraid of ghosts. He always has this expression when he lies to people. He looks so calm and expressionless, without any extra emotions, which makes people think that what he says is true." Xiao He said without hesitation.

"Really?" Feng Qiao'er smiled and said, "I really didn't know."

Chen Huai'an: "..."

Contrary to his expectations, Chen Huai'an originally thought that the house would be dilapidated and possibly even collapse after being uninhabited for so long.

When I arrived at my hometown, I was surprised to find that the house was still in good condition, not much different from what I remembered, only a bit more desolate than before.

Looking at the neatly arranged tiles and the clean house, Chen Sujin said with certainty, "The villagers must take care of it for us regularly, otherwise the house would have collapsed long ago if it had no people around."

"Is this your former residence?" Feng Qiao'er looked around with a hint of curiosity.

It turned out to be just an ordinary tile-roofed house, without even a single bluestone, and the entire house was built of wood.

"It's hard to imagine, isn't it?" Chen Huai'an seemed somewhat emotional, as this place held his childhood memories before he awakened his innate wisdom.

It is the most beautiful memory in his heart.

"There is a bit of that," Feng Qiao'er said frankly.

As the saying goes, those from humble backgrounds at least have a door to the world. But for someone like Chen Huai'an, whose family is so poor that even a normal life requires a lot of effort, it's hard to imagine how he managed to pass the imperial examinations.

How much hardship did they endure along the way?

"Let's go in and take a look." Chen Huai'an pushed open the door first and went in, followed by the other three.

The room was exactly as I remembered it when they left, except for a thin layer of dust.

Normally, after so many years away, there would obviously be more dust than this, so Chen Sujin is right, the house must be cleaned and repaired regularly by someone.

After looking around, Feng Qiao'er immediately said, "I'll send someone to clean it up first. I guess we'll be staying here for a while, so it'll have to be cleaned up first."

"Hmm." Chen Huai'an nodded. Since Feng Qiao'er had said so, he and Chen Sujin naturally had no objections.

He didn't stay long. He sat quietly for a while, looked around carefully, and then led a few people to pay respects to his parents.

The two elders are buried in the back mountain of Chenjiazhuang.

I remember when they were young, it was thanks to the help of the villagers that the two elders were able to settle down.

Chen Huai'an ordered his men to thoroughly clean up the area around the grave. After a moment of silence, he respectfully burned paper money and lit incense.

"Xiao He, kneel down," Chen Sujin urged.

Xiao He dared not laugh and joke anymore. She knelt down properly and helped Chen Huai'an burn paper money, light incense, and kowtow.

"Father, Mother, your daughter has brought Xiao An and Xiao He back to see you two." Chen Sujin murmured to herself, "Xiao An has brought his wife back; they're married and settled down now."

"You two can rest in peace now..."

Chen Sujin continued talking to herself, while Chen Huai'an listened silently without interrupting.

He actually had a lot to say, but when the words reached his lips, he didn't know how to begin.

Chen Huai'an sometimes thinks that if he had awakened his memories earlier, instead of just being influenced by instinct, his parents would not have ended up in such a situation, no matter what.

At the very least, he has no problem finding a way to make some extra money.

Chen Sujin... wouldn't have to suffer that kind of hardship.

If I don't study and just wait for my memories to awaken, will my parents and Chen Sujin be alright?

Chen Huai'an couldn't find the answer, but at this moment, listening to Chen Sujin's murmurs and remembering the villagers' happy faces when they knew he was back, he felt somewhat relieved.

Perhaps, if his parents were alive today, they would be very pleased to see him now?

Like Chen Sujin and the villagers, they will speak of him with a strong sense of pride, right?

The past is the past, the present is here, and the future is in our own hands!

What else is there to hold onto?

"Husband... how about we rebuild your parents' tombs?" Feng Qiao'er suggested tentatively.

The tomb in front of them was more of a mound than a proper tomb. Based on Feng Qiao'er's understanding of the local people, there probably wasn't a coffin or anything like that inside.

Now that you're back and even planning to repair your home, why not repair your grave too?

However, Feng Qiao'er wasn't sure if there was any hidden meaning behind it, so she asked in a questioning tone.

Chen Huai'an paused for a moment upon hearing this, then nodded emphatically: "Okay, I'll fix it!"

"I'll ask Uncle Youde later. It seems there's a rule about this. You can't just move it around, and you have to choose an auspicious day and check the feng shui."

Chen Sujin burst into tears immediately.

That's great, Xiao An has made something of himself.

It's time to get my parents a better place to live!

"..."