System: Complete the task [Holding Starting Point Chinese Network] and reward 3 skill points.

System: Complete the task [Holding Fantasy Dream] and reward 2 skill points.

It's another Friday morning.

Qi Chen woke up from his sleep.

These days, he's taken care of all the things about the starting point and the fantasy dream.

Today is the 9th of June. The manuscript fee for the starting point has already come out.

He looked at the "50 million" manuscript fee in the background of the starting writer, and looked strange.

Now the starting point is his company. He is making money in his own company again.

There was always a feeling of holding money from his left hand to his right hand, which made him feel weird.

"Oops, it doesn't matter. When the manuscript fee is paid, open a studio. This period of troubles is over. I'm so tired. ”

Qi Chen lay on the bed and closed his eyes comfortably.

Sima Zhihu's house.

In the past few days, he has a very complicated mood, and he is excited and afraid of being happy.

He took his wife and went to the hospital for three check-ups, and finally confirmed that she was really pregnant.

He suddenly felt that his whole life was full of light again.

"I'm going to have a baby, I'm going to be a father."

Sima Zhihu is dancing at home, where is there still a bit of a smart fox.

"Alright, old man, you've been excited for days. You have to thank Qi Chen a lot. Usually people tell you to do things, don't be sloppy and cut corners, otherwise I won't be able to work you. ”

Ross sat on the sofa and looked at Zhihu angrily and funny.

"Wife, stop obeying orders."

"Look at your virtue. Little children alike. ”

Ding-dong ding-dong......

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Old woman, sit still, I'll open the door."

Sima Zhihu hurriedly stopped Rose, who was about to get up, and he walked to the door.

"Who?"

"Hello, I'm from Shengtong Express, may I ask if this is Sima Zhihu's house?"

"I'm Sima Zhihu."

Sima opened the door.

"Here's a copy of your delivery, please check it out."

The courier guy handed out a courier box.

"Oh, okay, got you."

Sima Zhihu finished signing and closed the door.

"Old man, who?"

"Deliver the courier."

Sima Zhihu walked into the living room while dismantling the courier.

"This ...... This is the hardcover version of "Heaven and Dragon Slayer". ”

Zhihu looked stunned, he didn't expect Yang Chen to be so attentive.

Looking at the exquisite cover of "Heaven and Dragon Slayer", Sima Zhihu's surprise mood slowly subsided, and a trace of panic and guilt appeared on his face.

"What's wrong with you, old man?"

Ross was suspicious.

"Wife, tomorrow, we'll go to our hometown, I'll ...... I want to see my parents. ”

Sima Zhihu raised his head, his eyes were already full of tears at this time.

Looking at the cover of "Heaven and Dragon Slayer", he suddenly remembered the years when his father held him on his lap and talked about martial arts when he was a child.

He hasn't been back to his hometown for ten years since he broke up with his father ten years ago.

This has always been a pain in his heart.

The son wants to raise but does not wait

This sentence originally described the absence of parents, and the filial piety of children is indeed nowhere to go.

But he is indeed alive and his parents are alive, but he is very filial, which is another kind of pain and helplessness.

"Stop the hoof, I'll go with you."

Rose's body trembled, and he reached out to hold Sima Zhihu's hand, and said firmly.

"Thank you, old woman."

"Zhihu, it should be me who thank you, thank you for not giving up for so many years. It's me who is sorry for you. If it weren't for you, you wouldn't have had such a stiff fight with your parents. ”

Tears welled up in Rose's face, and he thought of the picture ten years ago, when Zhihu knelt at the door of his old house and kowtowed, and the door was indeed closed.

On that day, Zhihu cried like a child.

……

"Zhihu, let's go buy something for my parents. After all these years, I don't know what they like. ”

In the Shendong shopping street, the Ross family carefully selects clothes and selects middle-aged and elderly nutritional products.

Looking at his wife's busy appearance, a trace of firmness flashed in Sima Zhihu's eyes.

She must be accepted by her fat parents.

Early the next morning, Rose woke up early. She deliberately put on light makeup today and dressed up beautifully.

"Alright, old woman, let's go. I still have to catch a cruise. ”

Sima Zhihu smiled bitterly.

……

Sima Zhihu's hometown is in a small village in Zhujiang City, which is adjacent to Shendong City.

It was a place called Sima Village.

There are rumors that it was once developed by the descendants of Sima Xiangru, but there is no historical basis, and others only regard it as a story.

Sima Village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, with beautiful mountains and rivers and pleasant environment, which is a good place to cultivate body and mind.

In the past two years, the country has built a new countryside, and Zhujiang City, which is close to the deep east, is naturally on the list of key constructions.

In the village, many old houses have been completely renovated and small two- or three-story bungalows have been built. The original muddy road surface has also been paved with neat and smooth cement roads.

The whole village has a modern atmosphere.

However, at the entrance of Sima Village, there is a sudden existence of an old house in the shape of a courtyard house.

In this old house, there lived an elderly couple.

The cadres and secretaries of the village have visited the village many times, hoping that the old man can be flexible, demolish the old house, and build a new building.

But the couple refused to die.

In the end, the village cadres even decided to build a new house for the elderly couple for free, so that they could live in a quiet and comfortable modern room.

What could respond to them was the old man's arm-thick crutches.

Later, the young village cadres inquired.

Only then did I know that this family originally had a son.

However, his son has not been home for ten years.

The old man often told people that if the house was demolished, if the son suddenly came back and couldn't recognize the home, what would he do?

Among the older generation of the villagers, there is a saying that circulates it.

Later, the village cadres were not urging the old couple to rebuild a new house.

They encouraged the villagers to visit their homes more often if they were fine.

The villagers echoed the response.

In the following years, the adults in the village did not go much, but many children liked to go to the four courtyards to play.

In the courtyard, when the old man is fine, he often sits on a chair and tells some interesting martial arts stories with the children.

In the story of the old grandfather, there is a spirit rhino pointing at Lu Xiaofeng, and there is a thief Chu Liuxiang who steals the world.

Such wonderful stories fascinate children.

In addition, the grandmothers in the yard often give them some sweets.

They also prefer to come and play.

It's just that there are many times when the elderly will have longing on their faces. Often at this time, he will not tell martial arts stories.

Instead, he will talk about his son who hasn't been home for ten years.

Over the years, the people in the village have gradually learned from the old people.

He once had a son, who was a top student who graduated from Kyoto University more than ten years ago, and he was smart and filial.

However, the people in the village basically did not believe it. I already knew that the graduates of Kyoto University for more than ten years are not a well-known figure in society now.

And if you really want to be smart and filial as the old man said, how can you not come back for ten years to take a look.

They only think that the old man thinks that the child wants to go crazy and has hallucinations.

This afternoon

In the courtyard, the old man sat in the courtyard again, and in front of him was a circle of children, both male and female, about seven or eight.

Today, the old man is telling the story of Li Xunhuan.

As he spoke, suddenly the old man looked at a little boy under his knees and shouted: "Hu'er, the most famous thing about this Li Xunhuan is not his flying knife, but his love and righteousness." ”

"Grandpa, I'm Cong'er, not you, Grandpa shouted the wrong thing again...... Giggles. ”

The kid named Cong'er smiled and said that this was not the first time that the old man had made a mistake.

"Cong'er, Hu'er, cough cough~ Okay, that's all for today, go get candy from your grandma."

The old man sighed, and he suddenly lost the heart to continue.

"Come to grandma and get candy."

Not far from the old man, an old woman sit. He had silver hair and wrinkles crawling across his face.

When she saw the old man shouting "Hu'er", a trace of longing and pain flashed in her eyes, and with a reluctant smile on her face, she distributed the colorful candy in her arms to these children.

Candy is the simplest fruit hard candy, and the whole candy is wrapped in colorful candy paper, which is very good-looking.

"Thank you, grandma."

"Thank you Grandma for the candy."

The children got the candy and had happy smiles on their faces, and they ran towards the courtyard door.

"Uncle, aunt, who are you?"

Suddenly, a little boy named Cong'er looked curious, and he looked at a man and a woman standing motionless outside the gate.

In the courtyard, the old man and the old woman heard Cong'er's voice. They looked up and looked at each other suspiciously.

The next moment, they were stunned, tears unconsciously flowing from their eyes.

Plop, plop......

"Mom, Dad...... The unfilial son Sima Zhihu is back to see you. ”

With two soft sounds, Sima Zhihu and Rose knelt at the gate of the courtyard.

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