The flying bird is also used to describe Chen Xu at the moment, he is like a bird who is eager to return home.

He is not lacking in ambition, but he does not have the wings of a bird to soar through the sky.

Above the blue sky, a few flying birds passed by, turning their bodies and floating up and down, and the crystal light reflected in the feathers, which was very beautiful.

Chen Xu's mood at the moment was very noisy.

He felt that there was an invisible hand in his heart that was constantly interfering with him, and his feelings of confusion were becoming more and more profound.

Walking on the sheep intestine path that separates Xishui Village, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery in front of you, the messy firewood and grass, and the cooking smoke gradually rising everywhere, a picture of earthly life.

Xishui Village is actually not big, and there are only 100 households in the nearby villages, relying on planting some crops and then transporting them to Yanyu City to sell them at a very low price in exchange for money and daily necessities.

It didn't take long.

Chen Xu walked to the westernmost part of Xishui Village, where is a relatively prominent rock, on which there are three or two wooden houses, where is Chen Xu's home, from a short distance, dozens of zhang apart, it looks like firewood piled together.

On weekdays, the wooden structure is also "warm in winter and cool in summer".

Once it rains, it is completely in line with the sentence, and the house leak coincides with the overnight rain.

Because Chen Xu's father was the only blacksmith in Xishui Village, he directly built the house on the farmland, and it was convenient for some farmers who wanted to repair it, and Chen Blacksmith also wanted to be quiet.

Chen Xu dragged this tired leather bag and slowly pushed open the outer door of his wooden structure.

"Squeak ......"

The sound of the wood rubbing against each other was very loud, and where the two pieces of wood intersected, a hole the size of a bowl had been rubbed out, and the surroundings had been rubbed into pitch black.

It seems that there are not a few people who come here every day to push the door.

It's very cold, and it's not lifeless.

Although there are some green crops all around, what is even more special is that the two form a particularly sharp contrast.

"Squeak. "A bang.

Pushing open the door of the room, it was not really a room, just dozens of pieces of wood with iron bolts through it, but it was very strong.

At least in Chen Xu's memory, he has spent more than ten years here, and it is a very good memory.

Carefree, every day, watching my father's busy figure, the sound of those iron hammers is unbearable noise in the eyes of others.

But here in Chen Xu, he can hear the life of new things, which is a feeling of looking forward to the future, the symbols jumping at his fingertips, warm and wonderful.

Just pushed open the wooden door.

The smell of wood chips running through the nose and entering the mouth was very choking.

Chen Xu didn't feel that way, on the contrary, he took several sips hard, in his opinion, this is the taste of home.

Someone else has a home that is slightly warm, or four generations in the same house, or a mother and father, but he does not.

Enter the room.

The arrangement inside is as simple as the outside, a pitch-black table, I don't know if it's the color of the wood or because it hasn't been wiped for too long.

Several benches were missing legs, leaning against the wooden wall.

The overall space is not large, but it is neatly arranged and has a pleasing feeling.

Open on both sides, a wooden bed rests in the depths, and on the side there are many dregs of herbs that have not yet been emptied, piled together.

Chen Xu looked at it, frowned slightly, and thought to himself, it seems that he has put a little too much medicine in a day today......

And on the dilapidated bed in this wooden house, there was a man who could not move, flat to the sky, hollow, as if he had lost the faith in his heart.

This person should be in his fifties at about the age of a few, but he looks like his peers are about to die, not the messy hair and the dead bark-like face, and this person is Chen Xu's father, the blacksmith in this village, the blacksmith Chen.

Chen Xu's movements were very light, very light, trying not to make a sound, so as not to disturb his father's rest, Mr. Li said that his father needs to recuperate, otherwise he can ......

Thinking of this, Chen Xu's eyes couldn't help but moisten a little.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Suddenly there was a fierce coughing sound on the bed, which made Chen Xu stunned, thinking that it was made by his father in his sleep, and after a while, an old voice came out, and he was weak.

"Xiao Xu is back, right?"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

"Did you go to the stream outside the village with Gao Boy, Guo Boy, and that fat tiger again?"

What Blacksmith Chen said was very difficult, intermittent, and panting from time to time, but Chen Xu listened very seriously.

Leaning on his body, he turned around with great difficulty, and his eyes happened to fall on Chen Xu's body.

The extremely withered face, together with the deeply sunken eyes, the face that was as dry as the bark of a tree, endured the pain, and squeezed out a smile, but it was extremely ugly.

"Father, you have a good rest, when you wake up, take it slowly, I'll go cook first, it'll be fine for a while, and I'll have to drink medicine later." ”

Seeing his father like this, the pain in Chen Xu's heart suddenly increased to an unprecedented extreme, and he wanted to quickly turn around and stop the moist rolling of his eyes.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Blacksmith Chen coughed continuously for a series of voices before he slowly spoke.

"Xiao Xu, don't go first, Dad has something he wants to discuss with you......"

Well?

What will the father tell him?

Chen Xuqiang held back the grief, and slowly walked towards the bed, and then slowly sat on the edge of the wooden bed, looking at the extremely tired face up close.

Hold back, let alone cry, then my father will definitely be sad.

Blacksmith Chen's withered eyes stayed on his son for a long time, wanting to speak but unable to speak, so he stalemate for a while.

As if he had made up his mind, Blacksmith Chen then spoke slowly and said.

"There is almost a year to go, there will be people from the capital in Yanyu City, specially to select excellent piano masters for the exam, you don't have to care about your father, your father can live here alone, and it will be only a month or two away, you will go to Yanyu City with Gao Xiaozi." ”

At the end of the words, there seemed to be something in the withered yellow and dry eyes that was constantly turning, and the old face was very clear, and it could be seen that he was suddenly more than three or two years old.

Blacksmith Chen has his own hardships, he also knows his illness, and he also knows that Chen Xu is a filial child, and he has a stubborn temperament, if he says it on weekdays, he will definitely not agree, through this time, he should agree, right?

I hope to be able to see the point, he should not lock himself in the cage of Xishui Village, he should face the broader world.

Where is the end of the pursuit.

At least in this small Caesar continent, the city of smoke and rain and the capital are all ......