"Good insight! Sure enough, it is a tiger father without a dog! Tie Niu praised loudly without hesitation.

Maybe his son brought too many surprises to himself today, Wen Xianzhong was happy in his heart and at the same time, the old tears almost flowed out, and he choked his throat and said a few "yes".

The villagers also knew that what Wen Xuan said was reasonable, and they all stopped speaking and acquiesced in his methods.

Mu Chong stared at Wen Xuan expressionlessly, without saying a word.

Wen Xuan scratched his head after meeting his gaze, wondering in his heart, "Isn't it just a bit of a limelight?" How does it seem like I owe this kid money? ”

"Tie Niu, take out all the animal skins in the village and bury these brothers. Chong'er, you go and bring someone to prepare something to start the fire. After making up his mind, Wen Xianzhong immediately made arrangements.

The two of them immediately set about to do it, and the rest of the people also went home to pack up some soft furniture that was easy to carry, and only the Wen family father and son were left in the open space in the village.

Father-son communication, for whatever purpose, is always a bit difficult to talk about.

The two of them stood in place for tea time in a daze, and finally Wen Xianzhong opened his mouth and said the most ordinary words, "Go home and have a look." ”

Although Wen Xuan experienced countless tests of complex interpersonal interactions when he was a spy in his previous life, he felt helpless against such a pure and complex relationship at this time, so he could only turn his head with an "oh" as if flying.

Fortunately, the hazy dream made him remember his own location, otherwise the awkward staring of the father and son might have lasted for a while.

After walking through a familiar and unfamiliar road, the simple and ordinary house of the Wen family was quietly unveiled, Wen Xuan had never been married, but he firmly believed that the wooden house in front of him at this moment was as exciting as his future wife.

Is this my home? A home with a father and a mother...... Wen Xuan's gaze suddenly became a little dull, and his eyes gradually filled with tears.

The room with bright windows is minimalist, and every subtle corner is cleaned up by Zhou's, without any peculiar smell.

Although he has lived in this home for a long time in his "sleep", when he touched the table where his father forced him to bury his head in reading, Wen Xuan still felt a warm current sliding down his fingertips to his heart.

It feels so good to "go home"! Wen Xuan smiled and played with one kind and unfamiliar little object after another, and was full of emotion in her heart.

Hey, it's this!

At the bedside of his parents, Wen Xuan saw it at a glance - the jet-black inkstone that had been broken in half, and it was precisely because of itself that it was able to "live" again.

Holding up this high-grade inkstone who worked in the previous dynasty, Wen Xuan showed a look that seemed to be smiling, and his father's angry appearance once again appeared in his mind, and he secretly thought to himself: "Don't worry, Dad, I won't make you angry in the future." ”

After staying at home for about half a pillar of incense, Wen Xuan reluctantly walked out, and did not clean up the soft that should be valuable, but carried the stone inkstone that was broken in half into his arms.

Looking at the scene outside the house, Wen Xuan couldn't help but secretly praise Mu Chong's high efficiency, only to see that the houses of each family were already stacked with sesame oil, and the villagers were standing in front of their houses with blazing torches, everyone with sad faces.

"I thought you were tired of this home." After hearing Wen Xianzhong's voice, Wen Xuan realized that his father had been waiting for him outside the house.

How so? I haven't looked at it more closely...... Wen Xuan thought so in his heart, and replied seriously: "Dad, I bothered you in the past. ”

"If a family doesn't speak two words, who made you my son?" Wen Xianzhong shook his head, but judging from the slightly upturned corners of his mouth, his son's words made him very useful.

At this time, there was no one else at the moment, Wen Xianzhong no longer deliberately straightened his body, stood relaxed with his hands behind his back again, took a deep breath and spit out the apology in his heart for his son, "I was indeed too strict with you before. ”

"It's all because I'm not angry."

Wen Xuan looked at his old father's slightly clumsy body, and couldn't help but think of the absurd acts that had made him angry half to death again and again in the past, and he felt very uncomfortable, and subconsciously stepped forward to hold his father's arm.

Wen Xianzhong's shoulders moved, shook off Wen Xuan's outstretched arm, raised his chin, raised his eyebrows and said, "Your father is not old yet!" ”

Looking at his stubborn and interesting appearance, Wen Xuan suddenly felt that his father was a little cute, and stood in place and quietly curled the corners of his mouth.

"Wenbo, it's already arranged." Mu Chong walked quickly, whispered, and handed over the burning torch.

Wen Xianzhong, who had a lot on his mind, raised his eyebrows, picked up the appearance of Yan's father again, and asked his hesitant son: "What are you doing in a daze!" Don't hurry up and ignite the fire? Reluctant? ”

"Oh, good." Wen Xuan came back to his senses at this time, and hurriedly took the torch in Mu Chong's hand and lit it to the stack of firewood piled next to the house.

The dry firewood drenched in sesame oil caught fire, and then the wind blew it, and in the blink of an eye, the fire rose up and enveloped the whole room.

The Wen family's fire was a little bit, and the other villagers also followed, and the originally peaceful and peaceful Xiaofushe Village was instantly engulfed in a sea of fire.

Wen Xianzhong looked at the houses that were about to be burned down and sighed, then turned his head to look at his son and said in a low voice: "Remember this feeling of having a home but not being able to go back." ”

Alas! But I've just had a home! Wen Xuan was unhappy and speechless.

Wen Xianzhong wanted to use this to motivate Wen Xuan, but as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly became stagnant, and immediately became distraught, for fear that his words would be serious and scare his son out of any illness, so he hurriedly tried to comfort him: "Xuan'er, don't worry, the place where your father is is your home!" ”

Wen Xuan saw his father's flustered and funny appearance in his eyes, smiled in his heart, soothed his eyebrows and nodded with a smile.

It was the middle of the dog summer, and now there was a big fire, and the air was filled with roasting heat, and after a while, hot sweat slipped from the forehead.

"Dad, it's too hot here, let's go, or we'll all be roasted in a while." Wen Xuan reminded with a smile.

Wen Xianzhong saw his son smiling, so he put down his heart hanging in his throat, took out his hand and fanned it between his ears and temples, pouting and muttering, "Stinky boy, it's not worry-free." ”

The old man with a heavy heart reluctantly looked at the village again, and after letting out a sigh, he turned around and gathered the villagers together, led everyone out of the village, and walked into the mountains and forests with his legs.

The refreshing mountain breeze in the forest quickly dried the sweat from the heat wave, but it could not erase the burning hatred in their hearts.