Soon, the two of them had already walked into the Holy Soul Village, Tang San's home was at the head of the village, he raised his hand and pointed to the broken sign on the roof, Tang San said to the two of them: "Look, that's my house." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Home was already in front of him, Tang San's mood unconsciously became excited, the pace under his feet quickened, and he took three steps and two steps to the door of the house.

The door was not closed as it was when he left, this had always been Tang Hao's habit, after all, there was nothing to steal from his blacksmith shop.

"Dad, I'm back. Tang San shouted excitedly.

Xiao Wu had never seen Tang San in such an emotion, standing behind him and looking at him with some curiosity, in her impression, Tang San was a very gentle friend, usually didn't talk much, only when he was playing with Bing Wu, his expression changed slightly. But it always feels so busy, there's always something to do. I never saw him angry or excited.

While shouting, Tang San walked quickly inside.

Nothing seemed to have changed, the blacksmith shop was still so messy, even more chaotic than before he left, the mess was left on the ground, and the feeling of tatters brought him more intimacy.

"Oh, little three, it's you back. A gentle voice rang out, and a man stepped out of the room.

Seeing him, Tang San couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, "Grandpa Jack, you are also here, where is my father?"

Old Jack looked at Tang San and said, "Oh, your father...... Eh, Han Bingwu, why are you here too?"

Tang San dared to hurriedly explain: "Eh, she, she's homeless. The college is on vacation, and I come to my house with friends to play. ”

Old Jack walked towards Tang San with a hint of bitterness. "Look at it, this is what your father left behind. I came to him in the morning, originally wanting him to pick you up with me, but you have already returned. ”

A trace of nervousness appeared in Tang San's heart, and he hurriedly took the paper handed by Old Jack and looked down.

There are only a few simple lines on the paper, and the handwriting is a little sloppy, but it has a rough and heroic atmosphere.

"Little Three:

By the time you read this letter, I was gone. Don't go to me, you can't find me.

Although you are still young, you have the ability to take care of yourself. The young eagle can only fly higher if it spreads its wings on its own.

Don't worry about me, your character has inherited a lot of your father's delicacy. Dad is a useless person. You're getting older, and Daddy needs to get some of my stuff back. One day, our father and son will be together again.

I want you to be strong, but I don't want you to be strong, your own path, you choose.

If one day you feel that the profession of soul master is not good, then go back to the Holy Soul Village and become a blacksmith like me.

Don't read it.

Tang Hao. ”

Looking at the paper in his hand, Tang San's whole person was already frozen, and the information full of information turned into helpless loss in an instant.

Daddy is gone, Daddy, why are you leaving?

Old Jack looked at Tang San's distracted appearance, and said with a wry smile: "Tang Hao, this guy has no warning of leaving, the day before yesterday I came to ask him to build farm tools, and when he leaves, we will have to find another blacksmith in the future." This guy is so irresponsible. ”

Tang San slowly came back to his senses, "Grandpa Jack, you mean, Dad just left these two days?"

Old Jack nodded. "I guess it took two days to leave. Junior, don't be sad, it's not worth it for a father like that. Come with grandpa and come to my house. ”

Tang San shook his head silently, carefully folded the paper in his hand, and put it in his arms.

"Thank you, Grandpa Jack, for the house is so messy, I won't ask you to stay. I'm going to clean it up. ”

Old Jack was gone, and there were only three people left in the blacksmith shop: Tang San, Ice Dance, and Xiao Wu. Tang San didn't speak, just cleaned up the messy room, cleaning up everything in the room.

Surprisingly, Xiao Wu, who was lively and active on weekdays, remained silent at this time, walked to Tang San's side, quietly helped him put things away, scooped water from the water tank outside, and helped him wipe the dust in the room.

Ice Dance pretended to have something to do and went out, giving Xiao Wu and Tang San a chance to be alone.

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Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.

The master was reading a book in his room, Xiao San went home, Xiaoice also followed, he always felt empty in his heart. After getting along for a year, although he didn't say anything, his feelings for these two disciples in his heart were constantly deepening.

Until this morning, when Tang San left, he was still hesitant to go to his house to have a look. In the end, the master rejected his own idea. There are many reasons for this, and even he himself can't tell.

Bang, bang, bang, and then, there was a knock on the door.

The master frowned, usually except for Tang San, no one would come to him at all.

"Please come in. The master put down the book in his hand and said lightly.

The door opened, and a tall figure approached from the outside. He wore a simple gray robe, his messy black hair was scattered over his shoulders, his old face was engraved with vicissitudes, and his cloudy eyes seemed to have reached the end of his life, which did not match his appearance when he was only about fifty years old.

"Hello, Master. The voice was low and hoarse.

I don't know why, when this person just entered the door, the master's whole body subconsciously became nervous, and even his soul power unconsciously spread all over his body.

"Are you?" slowly stood up, the master's eyes showing some doubt.

The man in gray said lightly: "Speaking of which, we shouldn't have seen each other for twenty years." The way I am now, it's no wonder you don't recognize me. My name is Tang Hao. ”

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