Completely different from the mood when he left Nanjing, it was Mao Sheng, as the day of Nanjing City approached, Mao Sheng changed the excitement of the year, and gradually became short of breath and confused, he didn't know how to deal with the xylophone family who was about to meet, pondering the wordlessness and embarrassment when meeting, as well as the possible scolding and cold reception of the xylophone family, he also came up with the idea of returning home several times, and was finally forced to be pressed in the anxious heart by himself.

With such a heavy heart, along the way, the two of them rarely spoke, except for the indispensable questions and answers, they both sat silently, and the whole journey seemed long and difficult, boring, and lifeless.

Muqin's hometown still lives in a large compound on Tianshan Road in Xuanwumen, it is still the house that was assigned by the public in the past, even the doors and windows are retained in their original appearance, but they are often painted and maintained, so they are not damaged and rotten, or three rooms, a kitchen is built by the door, the house is only for guests, Muqin's parents are old, they have long retired at home, and they live here with a group of children's children.

Muqin thought that after so many years, her hometown must have already moved, I am afraid that she will not be able to find it for a while, she came in with a tentative mentality, ready to inquire where her parents are now, she knocked on the door eagerly, and waved her hand to Mao Sheng, telling him not to rush in, wait at the gate and then talk.

The door opened, and an old man with pale hair walked out, holding a reading glasses in his hand, and the old man asked politely, who is it, is there something wrong?

Just this sound, Xylophone's tears immediately flowed, unexpectedly, the old elder standing in front of her was her longing mother, this loving voice that had long been imprinted in the depths of her soul, made her fly back to more than ten years ago in an instant, back to the energetic youth.

Xylophone stepped forward and hugged her mother, choked up and said, Mom, I'm Qin'er, don't you recognize me.

The old man was stunned, she put on reading glasses tremblingly, carefully looked at the woman in front of her who was dressed simply and dusty, and recognized the well-proportioned and durable eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth on her face, suddenly, the old man's emotions suddenly became excited, she hugged the head and face of the xylophone tightly into her arms, cried loudly, and shouted vigorously in her mouth, Qin'er, is it Qin'er? Are you back? After that, she held the xylophone's cheek between the palms of her hands, came to her eyes and looked at it carefully, took the xylophone into her arms again, and continued to cry a few times, and then, uneasily, repeated the action just now, until it was confirmed that the xylophone had really returned, she sat down on the threshold, hugged the xylophone in her arms, and refused to let go, like a mentally disordered old man, she seemed to remember something? shouted loudly, old man, why don't you come back soon? Our Qin'er is back, not a dream, but really back.

The two sat on the threshold, hugged and cried for a while, and then stood up with each other's arms and entered the house, because the doors and windows are larger, the room is full of light, and all kinds of furniture and electrical appliances are readily placed in the corners and corners, which are wiped spotlessly, and the space in the house is very spacious and bright.

As soon as she sat down on the sofa in the living room, Xylophone remembered that Mao Sheng was still waiting at the gate, and she said to Mrs. Mu that Mao Sheng was also here, just outside the gate.

Mrs. Mu hesitated for a moment, and replied helplessly, "Tell him to come in!