Under the mountain gate, there were hundreds of people standing on both sides of the steps, in a row, and there were dozens of people waiting quietly on the platform at the bottom, led by Nangong Zhan, followed by several old men, deacons of the villa, and other people with status in the villa.

The carriage stopped, Nangong Xun and Yiyang got down first, and then Shuang'er and Nangong Tong followed, and finally Wang Zhi helped the old man get out of the car.

Except for Nangong Zhan, the people who greeted each other looked at each other a few times, and they were constantly surprised.

But today's scene is special, and it's hard to say anything.

Yiyang saw it in his eyes, quietly came to Nangong Xun's side, and said in a low voice: "What did you do to lose your conscience back then? Why are these people like this? I don't think they were surprised that Mr. Wang came." ”

Nangong Xun didn't look at him, but he didn't feel good and said, "Get out!"

Yiyang tilted his head, "Cut!"

Nangong Zhan led everyone behind him to come up, bowed solemnly to the old man, and said respectfully: "Nangong Zhan, the head of the Nangong family, brought the people of the Nangong family to meet Mr. Wang. ”

The old man glanced at it, then nodded slightly, "Get up!"

"Mr. Xie!" everyone responded in unison, and then consciously moved out of the way, Nangong Zhan leaned to the side, and said, "Sir, please." ”

The old man raised his feet and stepped forward, and when he passed by Nangong Zhan's side, Nangong Zhan whispered, "Thank you, Mr. for preaching." ”

The old man didn't seem to hear it, and walked on his own.

Nangong Xun and the others followed closely, and then everyone also followed up the steps.

What happened after that had nothing to do with Yiyang, and it had nothing to do with Nangong Xun, they came to a mansion under the leadership of a maid.

The maid is wearing a turquoise dress, very ordinary, with a little light makeup, not very beautiful, not ugly, average, and eye-catching. He is not very tall, and he is neat.

The maid took out a key from her waist, opened the door of the mansion, and then turned slightly and bowed slightly to Nangong Xun: "Elder, please." ”

Then he went directly into the courtyard, and Nangong Xun and others followed.

The little girl was pulled by Nangong Xun and looked around, her big eyes blinking, and she seemed to be very curious about everything here.

After the maid entered the courtyard, she stood sideways, bowed slightly, and waited for Nangong Xun and the others to come in, she continued: "The owner said that the elder will come back one day, so the elder's courtyard is often cleaned, and the doors and furniture that were broken before should also be repaired. ”

Nangong Xun sighed deeply and said, "It's okay, go down." ”

The maid responded, "Yes." ”

At the same time, the keys are presented in both hands.

Nangong Xun collected the key, looked at the familiar but somewhat unfamiliar house in front of him, took the box from Nangong Tong behind him, and said in a trembling voice: "Lan'er, we ...... Home!"

......

Nangong Xun led Yiyang to a side room and said, "You will live here first." ”

Yiyang entered the house, looked at it a few times and said, "It's okay, make do with it!"

Nangong Xun glanced at him and said, "You can make do with it slowly, I'll take Shuang'er and Xiaomo to see the next wing first, and then look for me in the backyard later." ”

"Okay, you go get busy. ”

Hearing this, Nangong Xun angrily dropped a sentence, "Stinky boy!"

Then he took Nangong Tong and Shuang'er away.

When the little girl left, she said goodbye to Yiyang.

Yiyang looked everywhere, threw the burden on the bed, then lay down, shook it a few times, closed his eyes and felt it for a while, and said tastelessly, "It's too soft, it's not good." ”

So, he got up and removed a few layers of the mattress sheet on the bed, touched it, and felt that it was almost the same as the small courtyard in the back mountain, and said, "It's okay!"

Then he took off the slip and gave it to Nangong Xun when he left with the two little children...... I went to the next room.

Clapping his hands, rearranging the room, and feeling satisfied, Yiyang went to the backyard to find Nangong Xun.

There is a large lawn in the backyard, with four paths paved with cobblestones, from all sides of the yard to the pavilion in the center of the yard, and there are flower beds in the lawn with many flowers of different colors and unknown trees, each of which has a smaller path connected to the four paths.

The little girl ran over on the lawn, ran over, chased the butterfly, and looked very happy.

Nangong Tong followed on the side, spread his hands, and looked at the little girl cautiously, for fear that she would fall.

Nangong Xun didn't come, and he didn't know what to do.

"Frost, come here!" Yiyang shouted at Frost with his arms outstretched.

When the little girl saw him from afar, she left the butterflies everywhere and ran towards Yiyang.

Seeing that the little girl stopped chasing, the butterflies seemed a little unhappy, so they also chased after them.

Yiyang ran over, took her in his arms, and said, "Slow down, fall." ”

"Oh. The little girl nodded, then reached into Yiyang's arms, directly took out a piece of candy, ate it herself, and handed the candy paper to Yiyang for processing.

Yiyang scratched the little girl's nose and said, "Silly girl." ”

The little girl stuck out her tongue at him, and then went to chase the butterfly again, Nangong Tong glanced at Yiyang.

Yiyang glanced at him, "Look at what I'm doing, look at Shuang'er, don't let that girl fall." ”

Hearing this, Nangong Tong followed.

In the main room, Nangong Xun put a box on the table, wiped it carefully, and after making sure that there was no dust, he looked at the pink decoration in the room and said with emotion: "Lan'er, we are going home." Look, it's the same as before, it hasn't changed at all, it's all the pink you like, our son is almost nine years old, he wants to worship Mr. Wang as a teacher, follow him to study, and hope to have a little more fun. Oh yes, he writes beautifully, maybe he can become a great Confucian in the future...... Alas, how did I forget, I told you this. ”

As he spoke, tears unconsciously flowed from the corners of his eyes, and he wanted to reach out to wipe them off, but he couldn't.

In this way, he kept talking to the box next to him, saying some nonsense and unreasonable...... Gradually, he stopped talking, and sat silently in the room, coughing from time to time.

After a long time, Yiyang's shout came from outside the house, "Uncle, where are you?" Sister Ling'er and Nangong Chu are here. ”

He was startled, and it took him a while to recover, and then he shouted outside the house, "I'm in the main room, I'll be here later." ”

He put the box on the head of the bed, then straightened his clothes and hair, reached out and touched his eyebrows, gathered an aura, and washed his face before going out.

When Nangong found the backyard, Ling'er was chasing butterflies with Shuang'er, and Nangong Tong was sitting on the lawn, panting, and seemed to be very tired. Yiyang was lying lazily in the pavilion, cross-legged Erlang, but he looked very comfortable.

Nangong Chu sat beside Yiyang, holding a knife and a sword in his hand, closing his eyes and meditating.

He looked at the children and couldn't help but sigh...... Ling'er has not been so lively for a long time since she became the heir to the head of the family, Nangong Chu has picked up the knife of her eldest brother since Nangong Ying's death, and has become a rising star in the villa, becoming more and more calm, and she hasn't been talking to Yiyang for a long time......

He was suddenly a little afraid, afraid that one day Yiyang would no longer be shameless, no longer heartless, afraid that his son would no longer be optimistic, and Shuang'er would ...... No more lively!

The years urge people to get old, not only the face, but also the heart!

ps: I haven't updated it for three days, I'm a little ashamed! I'm sorry! I can't help it, Kavin!