Snow began to fall, covering all roads leading from the capital to the south. The snow is not thick, and it just allows pedestrians to leave footprints on the road. The birds are still flying in flocks in the sky, and they don't know what kind of birds they are, they didn't fly to the south, they must forage in this snowy day, maybe there are things they are reluctant to leave, maybe they have their own memories, and they are nostalgic for this so-called hometown where they were born and raised.

Song Hai followed the caravan out of the capital overnight, and he didn't let go until he couldn't see the high walls of the capital. The caravan was to go south, passing through Ningzhou, Qingzhou, and then turning southwest, passing through Chuzhou, Yuanzhou, and then all the way west through Xiangzhou until its final destination, Rongzhou. More than 10 of them are all merchants selling tea from all over Rongzhou. Rongzhou to the capital of thousands of miles, they every spring to organize a team of people and horses, load the sale of tea, over the mountains and mountains to walk for more than three months to reach the capital, and then stay in the capital for a few months, and then set off to return home, still have to spend more than three months on the road, just before the New Year's Festival to be able to return home. The tea sellers in Rongzhou didn't know Song Hai, so they just thought he was on the road with him, and they didn't think much about it. Later, there was one less person, I just thought that person usually liked the excitement in the capital the most, and I thought that he didn't get up after drinking too much, so I didn't care about him. They went all the way, and after leaving Qingzhou and entering Chuzhou, the official road was divided into two, and the brigade had to turn southwest and go to Yuanzhou. Song Hai continued to walk to the official road in the south alone, and he decided to go back to the so-called hometown place, Yuanhe Town.

The two merchant-looking men were talking to each other, and the joy between the words made them not notice the people passing by. It was said that "the hometown is more timid, and I dare not ask who comes", but Song Hai still called the two of them and asked if the town under the hill in front of him was Yuanhe Town. One of the older merchants told him that he was in front of him in front of Yuanhe Town.

Chen Boxun has been enrolled in Qingyang Academy for several months, and today is the first time he has gone home from vacation after enrolling. The rule of Qingyang College is that after the students of the college are enrolled in the school, they can only graduate from the assessment of the college until they have completed their studies, and during this period, except for the three-day holiday of the college every quarter and the festivals of January and Mid-Autumn Festival, students are not allowed to go out without permission. Chen Boxun went home this time, it was the winter holiday of Qingyang Academy, and it happened to be in time for the winter temple fair in Yuanhe Town, Wang Yueying was very happy early in the morning.

Chen Boxun was picked up by Wang Zicheng from the academy early in the morning, and when he got home, it was not time for lunch, he asked his parents about his safety, and he was going to the study to review his homework. Wang Yueying looked at Chen Boxun and felt in her heart that he had a lot of scholarly temperament, which was different from when he was at home. I don't know if it's because I haven't seen him for a few months, Wang Yueying feels that he has also grown taller.

Although it was not yet time to eat, Wang Yueying asked Wang Zicheng to bring Chen Boxun back early just so that she could talk to him more. Hearing him say that he was going to review his homework, he hurriedly took his hand and said with a smile: "Bo Xun, don't worry." My mother asked you to pick you up from your uncle in the morning just because I wanted to talk to you more, and you saw how happy your father was to see you. Chen Shouxin still looked demented, but he was very happy to see Chen Boxun come back, and kept saying "Boxun is back".

In the past, the two of them had the best fun, but after Chen Boxun went to the academy, Chen Shouxin suddenly lost his good playmates, and he was sad for a while. Chen Boxun went home this time to see Chen Shouxin's appearance, but he couldn't be happy. He originally thought that his father's dementia was only temporary, and he didn't want him to come back for more than a year, but he didn't get better, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Mother, Daddy's disease is still the same, when will it get better." Wang Yueying was a little caught off guard by his question, she thought to herself, Chen Shouxin had better go on with dementia like this, otherwise if she got better and recognized that Wang Yueying was not her original wife, what would it be like, but she couldn't say that, she only replied with a smile: "Bo Xun is filial, your father knows." It seems that his illness will not be cured for a while. The doctor has seen a lot, and most of them say that they still have to recuperate, maybe one day it will be better. Don't worry about him. Wang Yueying told him like this, Chen Boxun had nothing to say, so he heard Wang Yueying ask him how he lived and studied in the academy.

"Mother, since I joined the college in the fall, I have read more than 30 poems, books, and scriptures, and every month the teachers have to test our homework." When it comes to the life of the college, Chen Boxun's tone is somewhat proud.

"More than thirty copies? It's only been a few months since you entered school, and you're reading quite fast, but learning is the most taboo to swallow dates, and you don't want to be greedy and chew too much. Wang Yue is very good at English, so I am afraid that this seedling at home will encounter some trouble in his studies.

"That's what my mother said. The teachers also told me the same, and I took it to heart. The teachers said that although I have made progress in my studies, I still lack enough, and I should communicate and learn more with the teachers and teachers in the college to help improve my studies. Wang Yueying felt very good when she heard him say this. Speaking of reading, she has a basket of things to say in her heart, a person who has read books for 16 years naturally knows the hard work of studying in the cold window, and wants to share the experience she has accumulated over the years of reading with Chen Boxun, and thinks that it is inappropriate, and is hesitating. Now I feel a lot more comfortable when I hear Chen Boxun's words, knowing that he is a person who can work hard, but I am worried that he will not be able to combine work and rest, and he will not be able to keep up with his body by blindly studying hard, so he told him: "You must be studying very hard in the academy, so don't go to review your homework when you come back today." You will accompany your father and the museum to have a good time at home, as an activity activity. Chen Boxun was hesitating, and heard Wang Yueying say that Chen Shouxin and the pavilion wanted to play with him for a while, and said that reading should be a combination of work and rest, and he would not let him play more, so he let go of his heart of studying and went to the yard with Chen Shouxin and the pavilion to play. Looking at the backs of the father and son, Wang Yueying couldn't help but sigh that it was not easy for her to be a mother and a sister, and sighed deeply.

The dishes on the table are all Chen Boxun's favorite food, and the pavilion is a little jealous. On weekdays, my brother is not at home, and my mother has never prepared so much delicious food for herself, so she hides in the room and refuses to come out to eat, which really makes Wang Yueying nerve-wracking.

Wang Yueying coaxed her with the pavilion's favorite braised pork, and promised to let the three of them go to the temple fair after the meal and buy her osmanthus cake.

After the meal, Chen Boxun took Chen Shouxin and the pavilion out and went to the Caishen Temple in Yuanhe Town to make up for the excitement of the temple fair.

"Just let the three of them out, aren't you worried?" A lazy voice came into Wang Yueying's ears. Ryoma was right behind her, crouching on the coffee table in the form of a cat and asking her.

Wang Yueying thought that there was nothing to worry about, there was Bo Xun here, and she said that she asked Ryoma not to talk nonsense.