CHAPTER XIX

The time of pain is always long, relative, and the time of enjoyment is always fleeting.

The medicinal juice was already clear and transparent, Ma Xiaoyong reluctantly climbed out, got dressed, Ma Xiaoyong suddenly remembered his mother and younger brother, "I don't know how my mother and brother are doing now, I really want to go back to see them!" Then he shook his head again, "Alas, forget it, I don't know how long this momentum of improvement can last, Grandpa Zhang said that his life is in danger, he shouldn't be fake, and he doesn't need to deceive me." After saying that, he walked towards the thatched house.

When he returned to his room, he fell asleep, and when he woke up, he still ate the black hare meat and fell asleep again.

A month has passed... The days were still uneventful, and there were not many waves in the past.

Half a year has passed... As always...

Time flies like a white horse, in the blink of an eye... The five-year period has arrived.

In the past five years, he still couldn't hold back the thoughts in his heart and went back home five times.

In the first year, he only dared to look at the mother and son who were sitting on the stone steps of the courtyard gate stubbornly waiting for him to come home. My mother seems to be much older... The temples are slightly white. The younger brother is one and a half years old, and he is still held in his mother's arms, his eyes glazed over.

The next year, he saw the mother and son still sitting on the stone steps from a distance.

In the third year, he still saw the mother and son sitting on the stone steps. And the mother's temples have been completely white. Bloodline flowed from the clenched fists, and slowly stained the entire palm. A heart-rending "mother" resounded in this space...... The wind rushed towards the woman, and in the blink of an eye, she knelt in front of the woman with both knees bent.

The woman's body stiffened, and then her whole body began to tremble violently, and her vision began to blur, and she raised her trembling palm slightly to touch the face of the person who had been thinking about it day and night, and was finally close at hand. However, the palm of the hand stopped less than a centimeter close to the boy's face, and froze there, refusing to fall. She was afraid that it was a dream, and she was afraid that if she touched the boy, the boy would burst like a bubble and disappear before her eyes.

Gently grabbed the mother's hand, put it on his face, and felt the slightest body temperature from the mother's somewhat rough palm. Ma Xiaoyong choked up and said, "Mother, the child is not filial." I didn't come to see you until now".

Zhang Ju originally subconsciously wanted to withdraw the hand when he felt the slightest temperature on the boy's face, and he actually stopped moving. However, his whole body trembled violently.

"Mother's good boy, you are finally home" Zhang Ju wanted to rush over and hug this person who was thinking about it day and night, but her body seemed to be filled with lead.

But the boy threw himself into her arms and hugged her tightly.

"Mother, Yong'er is home, home"

"It's good to go home, it's good to go home......" stroking the boy's little head and muttering all the time.

After a long time, the three of them returned to the house...

...... in the house There were no thousand words, no crying, no laughter and scolding. Some are just a bowl of clear soup noodles, two lines of tears, and a few greetings...

Accompanying my mother and mother sat quietly on the stone steps until late at night, reluctantly returning to my room, looking at the spotless room and neatly folded bedding. Ma Xiaoyong lost his mind for a while.

Lying on the familiar bed, with his arms behind his head, looking out the window at the night sky, he fell asleep unconsciously. This time he didn't curl up as usual, this time, he slept soundly and sweetly. Very secure!...... That's what home tastes like!

When Zhang Ju got up early, she still saw the empty room, the neatly folded bedding, and there was a note on the bed.

Walk to the bed, squat down, and gently rub the warm bed. Gently opened the note, "Mother, when you see this note, Yong'er has already left, don't be sad, don't blame Yong'er, Yong'er is afraid that she will be really reluctant to leave after seeing you again." But for the sake of my brother, Yong'er had to leave again, Yong'er was doing well there, you don't have to worry about me! Please rest assured, Yong'er will come back to visit you and your brother, we are hooked. Please take care of your health, don't be too tired! Mother... Goodbye, goodbye, your son...... Ma Xiaoyong stayed!"

In the fourth year, it was still a bowl of clear soup noodles, two lines of tears, and a few greetings. The slight difference is that in this year, Ma Xiaoyong finally got a few bottles of qi and blood replenishment and body-strengthening elixirs to take back to Zhang Ju.

Ma Xiaoyong in the medicine barrel looked at the ice crystals as thick as a battle armor, and suddenly lost his mind. "It's been five years, and the five-year period has finally arrived, and I should be happy, but why do I always feel a faint sense of uneasiness in my heart?" he shook his head, trying to shake off this uneasiness. However, it didn't work. Looking at the clear liquid that became clear at a speed visible to the naked eye, this feeling of uneasiness became stronger and stronger, Ma Xiaoyong frowned, trying to think about where this uneasy feeling came from.

Finally, the liquid still became clear and transparent. I saw him jump out of the medicine barrel and stand on the ground steadily.

A long blue supple hair danced freely with his movements, and the pair of slightly wrinkled sword eyebrows crossed the handsome facial features, making the already handsome face even more dusty and free. His blue eyes looked straight into the distance, and the thatched hut looked a little strange in the night. "Could it be that this feeling of uneasiness comes from? Could it be that Grandpa Zhang's second condition is very harsh or even impossible to fulfill?"

After pondering for a long time, he still couldn't be sure, so he shook his head and walked straight to the thatched house.

When I came to the thatched house, I saw that Zhang Song was not sitting with his eyes closed as usual, but sitting at the table,... Drink?... Yes, Zhang Song was drinking, and as soon as Ma Xiaoyong entered the house, the house was filled with the rich aroma of wine.

He looked at the old man with a little surprise, and the old man at this time was also looking at him. There was a smile on his face that couldn't be hidden.

"Grandpa Zhang still drinks?", he has never seen an old man drink alcohol in the five years he has lived here, and it is obvious that he can not drink for five years, which shows that the old man is not an alcoholic. "How could he be so abnormal today?". Ma Xiaoyong was very surprised.

Just when he was still in a state of stunned, the old man's voice came to his ears.

"You want to come over for a drink? You're already a ten-year-old boy, you can drink in moderation," the old man finished speaking, but without waiting for the young man in front of him to answer, he sighed to himself, "It's been five years, it's been five years, time flies so fast," the old man said.

Listening to the old man's sighing words, the young man was also slightly distracted.

"yes, time flies so fast"......