About the second watch, Yiyang sent Nangong Tong home, and then went into the house to sleep. In the darkness of the night, he did not light the lamp, but took a dagger and wrote and scratched on the wall behind the firewood stack in the stove room, then blew off the dust, put the wood back to cover it, put away the dagger, whistled, and went to bed.

The whole process, he is extremely skilled, familiar with the road, as if he has done it many times, so much that he is numb.

......

Nangong Tong quietly closed the door, secretly came to Nangong Xun's bedroom, pushed open a crack in the door very lightly, and vaguely saw that there was no movement in the house, so he couldn't help patting his chest, and then quietly went to his bedroom, afraid of waking up Shuang'er and his father.

However, as soon as he entered his bedroom, the candle on the table in the bedroom was lit...... Nangong Xun sat at the head of the bed, and behind him was the sleeping frost.

He looked a lot older, and his eyes were a little depressed, but he still stared at Nangong Tong directly.

"When did you go into your own house, and in your own room, when did you have to sneak around like a thief?" he said without any emotion, so he looked serious.

Nangong Tong touched his head, grinned, and said, "Hmm...... I'm afraid of making my dad sleep. ”

"Don't learn from your senior brother like you and talk to me, you are not all the way, you are far worse than him in this regard. Nangong Xun's tone became heavier, maybe this was reproach or dislike.

Hearing this, Nangong Tong was silent, not daring to respond to Nangong Xun, just looking down at his feet, and then commanding his left foot toe to hit the heel of his right foot......

Seeing this, Nangong Xun sighed, "Do you feel that you have nothing and are useless?"

Nangong Tong was still silent, not knowing whether he dared to answer or was not good at answering.

"Come here!" Nangong Xun suddenly beckoned to him.

He approached silently.

Nangong Xun took him into his arms, and in front of this broad and solid chest, Nangong Tong relaxed all his emotions and hugged his father with open hands.

"You have a mother who loves you very much, a Yue'er who always likes to talk around you non-stop, a frost who always loves a brother and calls you happy, and a good senior brother who treats you as a younger brother...... Nangong Ying gently stroked his head and said gently.

He has lost a lot of things, so he will never be able to be a qualified strict father.

"But my mother left us, leaving only a box; Yue'er can't meet me again; senior brother will go out to see the outside world one day, and he often looks at the north in a daze......" Then, Nangong Tong's immature voice came.

Nangong Xun froze for a moment, and the movements in his hands stopped...... After being silent for a long time, he whispered: "Mother has been watching us from the sky, Yue'er...... When you grow up, go and pick it up, it's a big deal to grab it. ”

The candle flame flickered in the room, perhaps because the two of them were breathing heavily.

The candle was burning on the table, and Nangong Tong didn't know if he was asleep or what, so he made an "um" sound, and there was no movement.

The night passed......

The next day, Nangong Tong woke up early in the morning, and there was no father on the bed who was hugging him to sleep, and there was no frost in his arms.

The sky was slightly bright, and the sun had not yet risen.

He opened the door and came to the courtyard, but he didn't see his father, senior brother and Shuang'er, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy...... At this time, a crane chirped from the courtyard next door, followed by the sound of an argument......

"Stinky boy, how can you write like that? Talking to a little girl, how can you talk about Xiaomo like that?"

"What's the problem? Your son is not stupid? Not stupid? What is the difference between his weak appearance and his little white face?"

"Fart, Lao Tzu's son is so unbearable? You are not allowed to write, you tore it up and rewrote it for Lao Tzu!"

"No, master, I finally wrote such a good hand, how can I tear it?"

"No, I have to change it for Lao Tzu, rewrite it!"

Another crane chirped, and it seemed a little unwilling.

"Shut up!"

"Shut up!"

However, the two roars that followed scared the crane song, Nangong Tong was also stunned for a moment, and then grinned happily, I don't know if it was because the crane was always bullied like this, or because of the quarrel between his father and his senior brother.

He took three steps and two steps to his senior brother's house, and then pushed the courtyard away, and Bai He rushed up, rubbing him hard, and then looked at Yiyang and Nangong Xun, and shouted, as if he was complaining.

Nangong Xun sat opposite Yiyang and grabbed the pen with Yiyang, Shuang'er strangled Yiyang's neck with both hands, and then hung on him like this...... When the little girl saw him coming, she hurriedly said, "Brother." ”

But he didn't mean to come down.

Before Nangong Tong could react, Yiyang said: "Go to the hillside and take a horse step, and you are not allowed to come back before sunrise." ”

"Oh!" he replied without thinking, then turned to leave. As soon as he turned around, he was bitten by the white crane, and he looked back at the white crane's small eyes, as if begging him, as if to say: "Take me away, they are so hateful!"

Seeing this, Nangong Tong picked up the white crane and ran out.

Yiyang stopped him again, then put Shuang'er down, led him to him, and said, "Take her, it's a little tiring to hang on me, it's better to follow you to play." ”

He nodded, and then led the little girl away with a dazed face who didn't know what was going on.

Yiyang slammed the courtyard door, and then came to the table, only to find a brand new white paper and a pen on the table, he was instantly angry, and pointed to Nangong Xun: "Old horseman, where is the letter from the master?"

Nangong Xun sat opposite with a blank face, his hands in his sleeves, and seeing that Yiyang was so excited, he spread his hands and said innocently: "What paper? ”

Yiyang was even more angry, "Old horseman, do you want to take it?"

Nangong Xun smiled flatly, pointed to the white paper and said, "Hurry up, it's important to deal with the right thing." ”

"Get out~" Yiyang was even more annoyed when he saw this.

Nangong Xun still said unhurriedly: "Be calm, I've read so many books." ”

"No, take it out first. ”

"I'll talk about it after writing, and I'm not allowed to say that Xiaomo is not good. ”

After being stubborn for a long time, he still couldn't stubbornly win Nangong Xun, Yiyang had to sigh and said, "If you don't give it to me after writing, the master will try his best to clean up your son." ”

"Hmph, you dare!"

"Do you think I dare?" Yiyang wrote seriously while arguing with Nangong, and his momentum could not be lost.

After writing it, Yiyang made a big bowl of green onion and egg porridge under Bai He's resentful eyes, and forced Nangong Xun, yes, he forced Bai He to write a letter to Bai He, and then put Bai He ...... Drove away.

Bai He can only complain that these two bastards who have been cut a thousand times bully us......

After Bai He left, Nangong Tong was sweating and asked Yiyang: "Senior brother, what the hell are you and your father doing? Why don't you let me know?"

"Because I don't want to. Yiyang said casually: "Xiaomo, let me ask you a question." ”

"Well, just ask. Nangong Tong nodded.

"What would you do if you were going to the city and there was a mountain on the way that you couldn't climb over?"

"Bypass, find another way?" Nangong Tong replied tentatively.

"Wrong!" Yiyang stretched out his hand and pointed to the back mountain, then made a palm, waved suddenly, and said, "Open the mountain." ”