The distance from the northwest to Chang'an is only more than two months, and if you speed up, maybe the time can be shortened a lot to the middle.

The days are short, the nights are long, and the further south you go, the wind does not have the sharp pain of the north blowing on your face like a knife, but a damp cold and cold that rises from the soles of your feet.

Frost falls from the night, and hoarfrost melts into dew.

Wang Xifeng and his entourage also took a month and a half to whip up, first returned to Luoyang, the group returned in the dust, now it is all black and green, the smell of the body is so smoky, and they are wearing ordinary military clothes, the soldiers guarding the door originally wanted to search for some benefits, and when they saw the leader in the cloak, he took out a piece of jade pendant from his arms and shook it in front of him, and immediately softened his legs, respectfully invited people in.

treats his parents as respectfully as the uncle in front of him, and even when the person has been shown in front of him, he still has a flattering smile on his face.

Luoyang as when he left, the scenery of Luoyang is really boastful, several buildings are full of flowers, the painting pavilion and Zhu Lou look at each other, and the red peach and green willow hang down to the eaves. Luo Wei sent the seven-incense car, and the treasure fan welcomed back to the Jiuhua tent.

I set off in September, and when I returned to Luoyang, it was already midwinter and a half of November, and I was in a hurry to see it coldly. In the spring, the grass and trees are still green, and in the winter, the frost is self-sufficient.

The first to go back to the palace, the stone lion in front of the gate has not changed as before, that is, the red silk on the neck has changed to new flowers, and several surrounding households are closed.

Wang Xifeng dismounted and stepped forward to knock on the door.

Taller than last year, dark, and a lot thinner, Wang Xifeng stood at the door with a jujube red horse, his heart was emotionally tumbling, he was timid, his eyes were slightly red, and he didn't know if his parents had been okay for a year and a half, and the younger brother in the family could still recognize him as the eldest brother, the black cloak had been removed, revealing a face with cold facial features that was no longer as white as it was at the beginning, and there were many sword marks on the forehead, adding a bit of a man's wild face.

These days, Wang Xifeng is desperately hurrying, and at the moment his beard is sloppy, his lips are chapped and peeled, and his hair is messy and tied up at random. Waiting for a knock on the door of the house, after a few years, the new young porter did not recognize him.

When the porter saw him, he was about to break into the house, blocking him from entering, and said dissatisfiedly: "Go and go, don't see what kind of place this is, you can come!" "With disdain in his eyes;" Don't come from anywhere, seeing that our lady is kind-hearted, you can recognize your relatives at will. The yin and yang tone swept over them, especially disdainful.

Wang Xifeng glanced down at himself, his clothes were quite clean, but they were a little wrinkled and smelly, as for the scene on his face, he touched his chin, like a hedgehog on his chin, although his face was not as fair as it was at the beginning, but it was a little more manly.

"What kind of place? Keep your dog's eyes open and see clearly! Who is standing in front of you! Liu Yang and the others followed behind, and when they caught up with the master, they heard this and shouted angrily.

"Hey, it's the eldest young master who is back, please come in." The housekeeper heard the noise outside, and the master had ordered the young master in advance to arrive in the next few days, and the young man standing at the door was not the young master.

"Young master, you can be regarded as back, the master and the young master are now in the mansion." The housekeeper can be regarded as having grown up watching Wang Xifeng since he was a child, and he has not seen his natural eyes slightly red for a long time, holding people's hands and asking for warmth, and once hiccuping.

Poor young master of his family went to the northwest from a young man in fine clothes and fine food, and even his face was black and thin, like a monkey, and he glared angrily at the people who served in front of him, and he didn't know how they served.

The newcomer couldn't recognize Wang Xifeng, but he could recognize the housekeeper, and he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

And I heard him shouting again and again, 'Big Young Master', where else can there be anything I don't understand, and immediately kowtow and kneel; "The small one has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and please ask the big young master to have a lot, and the small one is a fart to let go." ”

Seeing him kneeling to die or live, Wang Xifeng waved his hand: "Uncle Wang, don't tell my father and mother that I'm back." ”

"The young master is in a hurry to come back on the road, but he can't come back." Liu Yang saw that although Wang Xifeng said that, he still hurriedly entered the mansion and became even more puzzled.

Wang Xifeng didn't reply: "Naturally, I have to sort out my clothes." ”

His body is sour and smelly, even his hair is greasy and messy, if his mother sees him make such a ghost, won't the tears have to be like the broken faucet of the cape, and his mother is also old, how can being a child make a parent sad.

Even if he cried with joy, otherwise if he provoked his mother to shed tears, what he was waiting for would be his father's fried meat with bamboo shoots, but I don't know if he would still be stewed when he is so old.

The horse had already been taken down by the people in the house to wash the horse's sideburns, and the soldiers who followed back with him naturally arranged a place to live in advance.

After a little cleaning, Wang Xifeng opened the apricot pear flower carved gilt flower wardrobe, changed into a homely apricot-colored round neck, embroidered silver pattern white plum blossom robe, although the stubble was not shaved, but his face seemed to be oily, smoothing out the dryness caused by the wind and sun these days.

Taking a self-portrait in the mirror, he found that the clothes he used to wear were not only shorter, but also a little tight, and no longer as fair skin as before, and now he looks a little dark, and his mood is inexplicably a little sad.

But after thinking about it, everyone is already a handful of loess now, why should he compare anything with a dead man, anyway, Lin Yan is all his in the end, but the cyan stubble is still a little eye-catching.

After he cleaned it up, Liu Yang was already waiting at the gate of the courtyard, waiting for him to go to the school together.

After dressing up, Wang Xifeng is handsome with tuoluo, and there is another chic feeling, lining Liu Yang like a farmer who has just worked well in the field.

Liu Yang consciously stayed away from his young master: "The young master is like this now, and the lady will definitely not be able to take her eyes off when she sees it." ”

Wang Xifeng glanced at him and touched his chin: "Then you still need to talk nonsense, it is difficult for my wife to look at you if she doesn't look at me." But before that, it was better for him to make his skin fair and delicate.

What if the little white-eyed wolf didn't like black skin, but only white skin, even if he wasn't black, but only tanned with an attractive tan like a chicken wing poured with honey, it would be difficult to keep a little distressed.

From the first time Wang Xifeng entered the city, Wang Junshou received the news, and he originally wanted to be sarcastic, but when he saw his son, he couldn't say anything, and he even wanted to ask him what kind of stimulation he was received when he ran to the northwest without saying a word.

His son has grown up, and he has grown into a man who stands up to the sky, and he has not even grown into a gentleman and has become a general of the six grades, and there is a faint element of pride for his son in his heart.

"Daddy, I'm back." Just a few sentences contain the bitterness and longing of being away from home for many years.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back." Wang Junshou looked at his son, who was already as tall as him, and was very relieved.

Mrs. Wang silently wiped her tears with an embroidered handkerchief, obviously she didn't want to cry, but when she saw her son, she couldn't help it, his son was no longer by her side, and he didn't know how to live, or he was so far away from home alone, I don't know if he suffered a lot.

"Come with me to the study." Wang Junshou didn't want to see his wife holding his son's hand and asking for warmth, so he snubbed himself, and then got up and walked to the study.

"Okay."

In the study, there is a large case of pear marble, next to a beautiful woman, a white jade dragon carved pen holder is placed on the small rosewood table, and the pen inserted in the sea of pens is as messy as a forest. A Ru kiln flower sac in Douda is inserted with a thousand-petal dahlia and elegant and fragrant jasmine newly picked from the courtyard this morning. The original banana tree was uprooted outside the hexagonal pear mahogany window lattice, and a few green bamboos and a geranium were planted, and he didn't need to look at it to know that it was his mother's handiwork, after all, no one would toss his father's study like this and not be reprimanded.

There are several portraits of beauties or paintings of snuggling up with men hanging on the west wall, giving people the impression that the overall width is dense and dense, and the layout in the study is occupied by Mrs. Wang's things except for a few things guarded by Wang.

But there is no inquiry, but a feeling that they are born to be placed like this.

"Father, I want to marry Lin Yan." The clear voice was loud, and there was identification in his eyes, Wang Xifeng knelt on the ground, stubborn and died.

Even though he knew that he would disagree, Wang Xifeng still stubbornly opened his mouth again, he didn't ask his father for approval, just to tell him his decision.

"In addition to me, there are two younger brothers in the family, there is no need to worry about no one inheriting the incense in the family, if the son can't marry Lin Yan as a male wife, the son is willing not to marry, alone."

"You're fooling around."

"The son is just stating the facts to his father, and the son is serious In this life, Lin Yan will not marry." The stubborn expression is very similar to the stubbornness of his youth.

The rare Wang Junshou didn't immediately refute, but was silent, and the silent atmosphere even Wang Xifeng's heart that rose up to resist sank again, and the hand hidden under the wide sleeved robe clenched into a fist.

Time passed minute by minute, the four seasons begonias under the eaves swayed gently with the wind, and the mixed beauty cherry blossoms were blown off a few pink petals.

Wang Junshou didn't know whether he should tell him everything that happened in Chang'an, and then he thought about it, just take the road he chose, and he would turn back when he suffered hardships, not to mention that even if he didn't say these things, he would naturally know when he arrived in Chang'an.