My mother kept holding my hand and walking towards home, wiping her tears constantly, as if I had let go and I disappeared.

My dad kept looking at me, as if he was looking for a trace of my childhood on my face.

In the past ten years, I have changed so much. When I got home, I was a little brat. I was already a 19-year-old boy. It is said that women change at an age of 18, and boys will change at an age of 18. They can no longer recognize me at an age of 19.

For ten years, my mother has been wandering at the entrance of the village for countless times. Just as Xiaopang told me last time, she often ran to the old locust tree at the entrance of the village alone, watching me go home in a daze. I have imagined the scene of my mother looking forward to my son's return home countless times, and I have imagined the way home countless times. Now, our expectations have become reality. My mother has hoped for her son, and her son has also met her parents and relatives.

However, all this made me feel a little unreal, as if I was dreaming.

Because I have dreamed of this picture once.

Uncle Huzi did not walk with us. He drove the car slowly and followed him slowly, heading towards the way home.

The family soon came to the village. When the people in the village heard the movement, they all walked out to watch.

There are also many people coming up to say hello, but I don’t remember many people anymore, let alone what to call them.

"Tianhe, is this your little disaster? Is he going home?" An elder walked up and asked with a smile.

"Oh, Uncle Liu, it's my son Wu Jie. He has returned and has been away for ten years and finally returned home." My dad said happily.

My father’s name is Wu Tianhe, and all the elders in the village call him that.

Some aunts and aunts also came forward to join in the fun and kept praising me.

"I've become a big guy, I'm so pretty. I'm so handsome. Have you ever looked for a wife outside?" an old lady asked with a smile.

"Oh, it's really a small disaster. It's different from when I was a child. Just go home. Don't run around when you go home this time. Ansheng lives at home."

"The young man from the Wu family has been back. Over the years, your mother has been running to the village entrance every day, and her eyes are almost crying."

Seeing so many people coming up to say hello to me, my nose felt a little sore, so I tried to endure it and not cry.

I found that I really didn't remember any of the people in the village except my parents and grandpa.

Ten years have been too long, and my memories have become blurred.

Even the village is different from before. The muddy dirt roads have become cement roads, and most of the stone houses and dirt houses in the village have been replaced with large tiled houses and bungalows.

This time I came back, most of the people in the village came out to watch the fun.

Suddenly, I found a pair of malicious eyes not far away looking at me. The master with those eyes stood at the door of a two-story western-style building, looking at me with his eyes slanted.

The sixth sense of the practitioner is very keen. From his eyes, I not only felt hostility, but also had a little murderous aura.

At that moment, I asked my mother quietly, "Mom, who owns the two-story small foreign building, it looks very grand."

"Little Joe, you definitely don't remember it. It was from Uncle Ma's family. A few years ago, he was working on the bread project outside and suddenly developed. He is the richest family in our village. These two-story buildings have been built for several years, and even those in the villages can't find such a beautiful house." My mother looked at me and said.

"Mom, if you like it, I will also build one for you." I said with a smile.

"Mom doesn't want anything, as long as you are at home, as long as you can see you every day." My mother grabbed my hand again.

This made my heart suddenly sank.

Not to mention building a house, I can do it even if I buy a building, but I really can't do it with their two elders every day, although I really want to. Before I came, the words my master said to me were still vivid in my mind. I can only stay at home for three days at most. I don't know how to tell them about this. I have to say it sooner or later, but it's definitely not what I say now, otherwise they will be sad again.

I glanced at the man surnamed Ma, and carefully corresponded to the people in the village I knew when I was a child.

Soon, I remembered who that person was.

That person should be Ma Laosan!

When I was three years old, Ma Lao San's wife was killed by a yellow boy because she beat me up. At that time, Ma Lao San came to my house with a knife to kill me. In the final analysis, his wife died because of me.

When I think of him as Ma Laosan, I know why he hates me so much.

After so many years, Ma Lao San is really revengeful.

But I didn't take this matter seriously. It's been so many years since this matter has passed, and our two families have always been peaceful.

The person Ma Laosan hated is me, not my parents. Even if he has any grudges, even if he comes to me, I am not afraid of him.

Just like that, as we talked all the way, we arrived at the doorstep.

Last time I heard from Xiaopang that my house built a new house, but I didn’t expect it to be built really well and spacious.

"Dad, our house is so beautiful." I couldn't help but say.

"This house can be built, but it's not the money you sent to your family. I knew it was you. Except for you, no one would send so much money to our family." My dad said with a smile.

I did not deny this matter, and said with a smile: "Dad, this is all right. I can't be with you. I can only respect you in this way."

"My son is promising." My mother looked at me kindly.

As we said that, our group walked into the yard.

"Damn, go cook quickly. Our baby is going home from afar. You must have not eaten yet. Don't be hungry." My dad urged.

However, my mother still held my hand tightly and didn't want to let go. She said in a little embarrassment: "Dad, go do it. I want to chat with our Xiaojie for a while."

"He can't run away, just come over and continue chatting with him after cooking. He likes to eat the spicy chicken you make the most, I can't make the taste of you." My dad said again.

After saying this, my mother reluctantly let go of my hand and hurried towards the kitchen.

"Xiao Jie, let's talk to dad in the house. I haven't seen him for so many years. Dad has a lot to say to you."

When I was about to enter the house subconsciously, I suddenly remembered my master's advice. After I got home, I could not enter the house or go to bed, otherwise I would break the rules. I stopped immediately and did not follow my dad into the house.
Chapter completed!