A handsome young man dressed in white, with eyebrows and sword eyes, plump as jade, about fifteen or sixteen years old, between 1.7 and 1.8 meters, stood outside the pastoral mansion, staring at the gate of the pastoral mansion for a long time, looking at the magnificent atmosphere, the handwriting of the uninhibited "pastoral mansion" plaque, the young man's eyes were full of mixed feelings, his eyes were full of tenderness, and his heart was full of warmth. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's been ten years, ten years ago, I was still a weak crown, but I was seriously ill, and I had to go out with my master and leave my hometown to learn art.

Perhaps many people will be extremely honored to worship a powerful master, but for me, it is really a kind of torture, a torture of the soul; The age at which I should have enjoyed the love of a mother and father in the arms of my parents is the ultimate luxury for me.

Who can understand how dependent a child who is only five or six years old on his parents, how much he wants to be by his parents' side all the time, and if I could, I would rather have nothing!

After a long time, the young man looked at the sword in his hand, shook his head slightly, and muttered softly: "If I can, I would rather not have this body of cultivation, I would rather not have this sword ............."

If his master hears this, he will probably die of anger. This sword has been with me for hundreds of thousands of years, and now it's cheaper for you, but you don't want it anymore, I'm really, I'm really....... Depressed!

But how did this young man know this at this time?

But the young man thought of another person in his heart, Mr. Jun, his master, the person who always had a kind face, and now when he was successful in his studies, he only left a word and disappeared without a trace, alas, sighed, retracted his mind, and walked towards the gate of the pastoral mansion.

"This boy stays, are you looking for someone?" The middle-aged guard in armor in front of the Mufu Gate stopped the young man and asked without humility or arrogance.

"Well, I'm looking for General Mu and Madame Mu. The young man in white smiled, secretly appreciating the guard.

"Oh, my general is not at home now, but Madame is at home, Childe waits, I'll go and report it. When the guard spoke of General Mu, his expression was full of adoration and pride.

"Okay, I'm tired. "The boy is very modest.

Pastoral House, Hall.

"Madam, a young man in white came outside, saying that he was looking for you and the general. The guard said respectfully to a graceful purple-robed middle-aged woman.

This middle-aged woman is Li Yulin.

Li Yulin was stunned, and somehow a little excited in her heart. Then he asked, "What does the boy look like, and how old is he?"

"Fifteen or sixteen years old, with eyebrows and sword eyes, and a handsome appearance. The guard was slightly stunned, didn't the lady know him?

"Fifteen or sixteen years old? Are you sure?" Li Yulin's heart trembled suddenly when she heard the words "fifteen or sixteen years old," and she was surprised, but she still couldn't believe it; in the past ten years, she has been thinking about it every day, and how much she hopes that her son will appear in front of her in the next moment, and she will affectionately call herself, "Mother." "But every day I can only sigh. Who can understand these ten years?

"The subordinates are confirmed. "The guards are definitely here. But I was puzzled in my heart, what happened to Madame today?

"Take me there. Li Yulin was full of excitement, and then rushed out, although she asked the guards to take her, but at this moment, she herself was anxious to disappear.

With the strength of her martial arts sect five grades (two more grades in the past ten years), she rushed with all her might, but the guards were only foundation building realm martial artists, and she was fast there, let alone keeping up, and she couldn't even see the shadow and dust directly.

"What's wrong with Madam today, why is she so out of shape? Since the young master left his apprenticeship, it is the first time in the past ten years that Madame has been so excited. The guard muttered. Suddenly thought of something, "No, ten years? The young master went out ten years ago, and he was six years old when he left, and the young man just now was about fifteen or sixteen years old, is it ...... He is...... Young Master?!"

The guard was startled, it seemed that it was right, no wonder the lady was so excited.

"Why am I so stupid, I only reacted now, and I still hung the young master outside. With a pat on the head, the guard ran out.

With just one breath, Li Yulin "flew" to the front of the gate, held up suddenly, and looked at the handsome young man in white in front of him looking at him with a smile on his face, Li Yulin was even more excited. Covering his mouth with his palm, tears flowed down unconsciously, and he sobbed in a low voice.

Wu Zi couldn't believe that this was true, his whole body trembled with excitement, and he took a step back, but the cry became louder.

The guard came over just now, but when he saw this scene, he quietly retreated, this time only belongs to the lady and the young master.

The young man in white had something to do, his eyes were moist, and his face was flushed.

"Mother!" the young man in white shouted happily with excitement.

The young man in white is Mu Xuechen, who left home ten years ago to learn art!

"Child, my child, is it you, is it really you, my mother misses you so much!" As she spoke, Li Yulin had already rushed over and hugged Mu Xuechen tightly. I'm afraid that my son will leave.

What can be compared to this "mother"? and what can be exchanged for this "mother." ”

Ten years, ten years of sadness, ten years of missing, ten years of worry, ten years of anticipation, ten years of waiting, ten years of fear, ten years of gains and losses, ten years of tears, all vented at this moment.

The mother of the child is worried, not to mention that her son is leaving with an almost incurable life expectancy of only four years, how can people not worry, how not to panic?

When the son is gone, he has no news of him, and he has lived for four years, but he has not seen him for ten years, and what a cruel torture it is for a mother, who knows if this time will be separated forever?

In the past few years, I have also sent people to look for it, but there is no news. In order to comfort himself, the husband even put down state affairs, and even ignored the impeachment of the Manchu ministers against him, how much pressure does this have to bear for a man?

It's just that in the past two years, the military situation has been urgent, and traitors have emerged in an endless stream, so they have to secretly go to the front line. The husband also misses his son very much, and how happy would he be if he knew that his son is back now?

Mu Xuechen is no longer the weak-crowned child he was back then, and now he is half a head taller than his mother. Holding his mother tightly, he didn't say a word about the hellish pain that this other soul who was suppressing his body at the beginning, how many times he fought to the death with the beast, how many times he went to practice, how many times he went to practice, and the injuries he suffered in the execution of the mission, even he couldn't remember clearly, but he never said a word of bitterness.

But at this moment, this strong teenager completely let go of this shackle and cried.

It's not a sad cry, but a happy, warm cry, ten years, a whole ten years haven't seen each other, the mother and son are at this moment, no one is willing to let go of anyone.

After a long time, Mu Xuechen wiped the tears in her eyes, leaned on her mother's shoulder and said coquettishly: "Mother, my son has been traveling day and night, and he has only arrived at home for half a month, and now he has not eaten, he is so hungry, and his son wants to eat and wants to eat the fried potatoes and shredded pork made by his mother." ”

"Well, okay, let's go, my mother will do it for you. Li Yulin gently pushed her son away and doted.

The mother and son walked in hand in hand.

After a long time, a sigh sounded in the sky.

(Woo, Chen Shao, I also want to eat my mother's fried potatoes and shredded pork, I really want to go home.)

When I wrote this chapter to the end, I thought about it a lot, and I even wrote tears, alas,

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. Working outside the home, who doesn't miss home?)

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