The horse became quiet, very docile and obedient to Xuanyuan Po's words. It stands to reason that Xuanyuan Po should rush back to his home happily like when he was a child, throw himself into his father's arms, enjoy his father's warmth, and eat the delicious meals made by his mother.

But at this time, Xuanyuan Po hesitated, he looked at the ground with blank eyes, his hand gently touched the mane on the horse's back, and under the breeze, he stood there for a long, long time. The scene when he left is still vivid, his father fell, he left ruthlessly, and the heartache is still rippling in Xuanyuan's heart. was once young and frivolous, boasting of Haikou in front of his father, "silk and satin, brocade clothes and jade food". And Xuanyuan Po looked at the present, he still had nothing.

In fact, before coming back, Xuanyuan Po had been hesitating about what kind of face to face his father. But when he put everything aside and finally made up his mind and came here, Xuanyuan Po was still silent in hesitation.

In hesitation, Xuanyuan Po finally clenched his fists, shook his teeth and strode forward.

"Xuanyuan Po wait for me, wait for me......" At this time, Liuyi didn't notice Xuanyuan Po's mood at all, and he didn't know what happened between Xuanyuan Po and Changqing before, and he was still silent in joy, and the gifts he prepared were also straddled on his body in large packages.

But when Liuyi prepared everything and walked forward cautiously with a heavy gift, Xuanyuan Po stopped at the door of his house again, where he was stupidly stunned, with a trace of fear on his face in addition to sadness.

Liuyi's forehead wrinkled, and said, "What's wrong with Xuanyuan Po, you're at the door, why don't you go in?"

"No, no, nothing...... Walk..... bar." Xuanyuan said intermittently

Under Liuyi's urging, Xuanyuan Po still stepped into this house, and his heavy footsteps were once again stained with this familiar dust, and the same familiar smell echoed at the tip of Xuanyuan Po's nose. Although he has not been away from home for a few months, in Xuanyuan Po's heart, the time he has been away from home is like a torment, as if he has experienced many years.

Every day, he lived in his father's blame and guilt for his father, and that kind of pain, Xuanyuan stubbornly hid him in his heart, and no one told him

sued, and endured it alone.

When his footsteps gradually stepped in, his father's figure appeared in front of Xuanyuan Po, and Xuanyuan Po stopped suddenly. Seeing his father sitting in the house, his eyes staring straight at a wooden sword, that was Xuanyuan Po's favorite "Xuanyuan Broken Sword" when he was a child.

The figure of the vicissitudes of his father, the melancholy face, the eyes with a trace of tears, and the wrinkles drawn by the vicissitudes of the years. Looking at all this, Xuanyuan's mind was blank, he was stupidly stunned, and he vaguely imagined what this father looked like when he was young.

I haven't seen him for less than two months, my father's face seems to be much older, and the wrinkles on his face are like sharp arrows, deeply inserted in Xuanyuan Po's heart, and the pain that can't be described in words may be called "distress".

Looking at Xuanyuan Po's hesitant appearance, where he stood stupidly, looking at his father. At this time, Liuyi realized that there must be some estrangement between his good brother Xuanyuan Po and Uncle Changqing, and he also realized at this time, why did he feel that Xuanyuan Po was a little wrong all the way.

Xuanyuan Po approached his father step by step, deliberately amplifying the footsteps, trying to attract his father's attention, because he didn't know what to say when he saw his father's first words. Liuyi also quietly followed, "acting on the opportunity".

But Changqing seemed to be fascinated, he recalled very seriously, even if Xuanyuan Po was already very close to him, he was still looking at the exquisite wooden sword intently, and from time to time there was a sad sigh from his mouth, and he shook his head while sighing, looking very sorry.

Seeing such a scene, Liuyi's eyes rolled, and he deliberately left a box on the ground, and such a loud sound finally woke up Changqing, who was silent in his memory.

"Who?" Changqing was nervous for a moment, seeing that it was Xuanyuan Po and Liuyi, and in an instant, he revealed that kind and expectant face, but that face seemed to be a flash in the pan, and time was very short. Soon, Changqing returned to his former seriousness, looking at Xuanyuan Po with eyes as deep as water, as if he was competing with Xuanyuan Po.

Changqing also gradually hid the wooden sword behind him, preventing Xuanyuan Po from seeing the way he was missing, but he didn't know that the way he was missing had made Xuanyuan Po see it clearly

It's clear, and it's unforgettable.

"Uncle Changqing, let's come back to see you, look at what we have brought you, there is good wine, delicious food, my father said that you love peanuts, this is the peanuts I bought for you, no, it is the peanuts that Xuanyuan Po specially bought for you......" Finally, it was Liuyi who broke the calm that had been silent for a long time, and the coldness brought by the confrontation.

Changqing looked at the things that Liu Yi took, shook his head, and sighed deeply, he knew that these were definitely not chosen by Xuanyuan Po, because he didn't like to eat peanuts at all, but Zhonghan loved to eat them.

Xuanyuan Po also looked at Liuyi beside him, and he also shook his head, because he knew that Liuyi's lies would be seen through by his father at a glance. He also knew that his father's favorite food was not peanuts at all, but his mother's freshly steamed steamed buns and newly grown leeks in the garden. Although it is very popular, and it is not a delicacies of the mountains and seas, every time my father eats these, he will talk about them with relish, as if he has experienced the most beautiful things in the world.

Finally, Changqing spoke first: "Enough crazy outside, do you know you're back?" Changqing's tone was low, and Liuyi knew that nothing good would happen after hearing it.

"Hmm" Xuanyuan Po was dull for a long time, and could only use this sentence to answer his father Changqing.

"Where's your brocade and food, and what about your silk and silk, why is it still like this in the end?" asked Changqing.

Xuanyuan Po gradually looked up at his father, hesitated for a moment and said, "Dad, if your anger has not subsided, I can go, never come back, and never make you angry again." ”

Xuanyuan Po was about to turn around and leave as he spoke, but Liuyi hurriedly stopped Xuanyuan Po and said, "Don't be, do you want to leave as soon as you come back......?"

"Go, let him go, and never come back if he leaves......," Changqing said angrily.

"Uncle Changqing, Uncle Changqing, don't be angry, what Xuanyuan Po said just now is all angry words, what Xuanyuan Po said is all angry words, why should you take it to heart. My father and I have been arguing all day long, so it will be okay after a while, you have been fighting for almost two months, and your anger should be gone?......, right?

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