Yang Shouwen didn't see it, and Yang Chenglie's face changed.

His mouth was open, as if he had something to say. But until the end, he didn't say anything more.

From Yang Shouwen's words, Yang Chenglie heard something different. If they were still in Changping, he probably wouldn't have cared about that. But now that they have arrived in Xingyang, can Yang Shouwen still do as he pleases?

Yang Chenglie, it's not clear.

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That night, Yang Shouwen slept on the couch.

This is a courtyard specially left by Yang Chenglie for him, with a small pond in it and three rooms on the first floor.

Yang Shouwen's room, facing the Moon Gate, was a small two-story building.

The first floor is the living room, and the second floor has two rooms, one is used as a bedroom, and the other can be used as a study, which is Yang Shouwen's private space.

However, there is no design on the second floor, the study is empty, a desk, and only a stack of manuscript papers are placed on the shelves. That manuscript paper is the manuscript of "Journey to the West" written by Yang Shouwen, and there is still a finale left unfinished.

When Yang Chenglie moved from Changping, he also brought the manuscript with him.

Not only the manuscript, but also all the things that Yang Shouwen had brought with him in Changping's house and placed them here in perfect condition.

And the bedroom, it's even simpler.

In addition to a bed and a table, there was only a wardrobe and a few boxes for miscellaneous items.

is such a simple room, but Yang Shouwen sleeps peacefully.

From September last year, to now. Almost half a year. Or trek to the north. Or on the go. To be honest, he really didn't sleep soundly and soundly like he did tonight. Home, after all, is home! From the moment he walked into this mansion, Yang Shouwen's heart became much quieter, and his whole person seemed to be relaxed.

The moonlight, through the window, sprinkled on Yang Shouwen's face.

That delicate face exudes a sense of tranquility, as if it is covered with a milky white halo.

A breeze blowing from the mountains of Stone Castle. With a hint of the fragrance of silk peach and apricot, it blew into the small building and permeated the room.

Squeak squeak!

Just when Yang Shouwen was sleeping soundly, a monkey scream woke him up.

He was looking in a daze, and vaguely saw a dark figure squatting on the window railing. Shocked, Yang Shouwen stretched out his hand to the pillow. It's just that this touch is empty. Excited Lingling shuddered, and he suddenly came to his senses.

Yes, it's at home!

Before he came back to sleep, he put the gun downstairs, and placed the crow nine sword on the knife holder on the table next to the bed.

"Little Kim. What are you doing. ”

Yang Shouwen recognized that the monkey was the golden snub-nosed monkey, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Get out of bed.

Little Gold, is the name of the golden snub-nosed monkey.

However, Yang Qingnu prefers to call it Bi Ma Wen.

There is no way, who let the name Wukong have been preempted by the puppy, and Yang Qingnu doesn't want to change it. Bi Ma Wen is also very good, because along the way, Yang Shouwen found that Xiao Jin and Da Jin, that is, the sweaty BMW, have a good relationship.

The monkey half-crouched on the window railing, grasping the railing with one hand and pointing downstairs with the other, calling in a hurry.

Yang Shouwen walked over and stretched out his hand.

Xiao Jin climbed down his arm and climbed onto Yang Shouwen's shoulder, and then grabbed his ear and screamed louder and louder.

From downstairs, the cry of a baby could be faintly heard.

"Is there a fuss in January?"

Yang Shouwen rubbed his face, shook his head with a wry smile, turned around and walked out of the bedroom, and went down the stairs.

The Yang family also lives in this courtyard, which is one of the three row of rooms next to the small building. The Yang family's status in the Yang family is very peculiar, and it is right to say that she is a slave, and it is not wrong to say that she is a relative. All this depends on Yang Shouwen's attitude.

After moving to Xingyang, Yang's injuries have fully recovered.

But Yang Chenglie maintained respect for her and let her live in this small courtyard, only responsible for cleaning the courtyard and small building.

Everyone in the family, including the Song family, was not allowed to criticize the Yang family. To some extent, the Yang family only obeyed Yang Shouwen.

After Yang Shouwen came back, he handed over January to Yang's care.

It's just that after coming all the way, the first thing I saw after waking up in January must be Yang Shouwen, otherwise I would cry.

Yang had no choice but to hug January and coax softly.

Yang Shouwen knocked on the door, and when January saw him, he immediately stopped crying, and a bright smile bloomed on his chubby little face. She giggled and stretched out her hand to Yang Shouwen, which means, come and hug me.

"Son, woke you up?"

Yang couldn't help but feel a little guilty and put January in Yang Shouwen's arms.

The moonlight shone on January's little face, and she smiled brightly, babbling as if she was saying something, and looked very energetic.

"Auntie doesn't have to be like this, the main thing is that this little thing is not familiar with you.

When I first adopted her, I cried every night, making a lot of noise. But after a few days, she will be fine when she is ripe. ”

Yang nodded and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that in a blink of an eye, my son would take the child." ”

She walked out of the wing room and looked at the somewhat cold courtyard.

Under the eaves, Wukong ran over from the porch of the small building and crawled at Yang Shouwen's feet.

As soon as Yang Shouwen came back, Wukong and the others immediately defected to Yang Shouwen, so that Yang Qingnu muttered when he slept.

"Son, how are you going to pick it up?"

Yang asked softly: "Ah Lang has instructed that everything in this courtyard must be subject to your arrangement, so it has not been tidied up." If you need anything, you may as well tell me, and I will go into the city when it is dawn. ”

Yang Shouwen stood at the door of the wing room, raising his eyes to look around the small courtyard.

He pondered for a moment and said softly: "Go find a craftsman to make a stone screen, and tomorrow I will give you the pattern and text, and then I will put it in the door." Well, the pattern on the screen, I'll think about it again...... In addition, if you plant some lotus flowers in the pool, you don't have to clean it up. There should be experts in this area in the county, and let them arrange it when the time comes. ”

After Yang Shouwen finished speaking, he walked to the door of the small building.

He and the Yang family don't need to be polite, if there is anything, they will go straight to the point.

Yang nodded and followed Yang Shouwen's side.

"The living room on this floor...... Well, take those tables and stools away, and I'll make my own arrangements when the time comes.

Also, the aunt can plant some flowers and plants to add some spice to this place. Also, the upstairs furniture ......"

Yang listened and remembered it in his heart.

After Yang Shouwen finished speaking, she said softly: "Son, this will cost a lot of money. ”

"Money is fine, but it has to be arranged that way.

By the way, I kept it downstairs in my luggage, along with some belongings. My aunt helped me collect it, and it was best to have some odd and bits of money to save me trouble. Auntie, don't worry! I've figured out how to find a young lady. ”

When Yang heard this, his eyes suddenly became happy.

She didn't ask Yang Shouwen where he had how much money he had and how he got it. She only knows that she must help Yang Shouwen and be optimistic about this family.

"Auntie, it's not early, you go and rest early."

"That January ......"

"Follow me tonight in January, and after she and you get acquainted with each other, you will be raised by you, auntie."

Yang thought about it and did not object.

"Son, then you should rest early."

Yang Shouwen nodded, and watched Yang return to the wing.

He hugged January, sat down on the porch outside the door of the small building, looked up at the starry night sky, and his thoughts drifted to the nine heavens. (To be continued......)