"Miaoyin, let Qingchuan come out and see the Holy Kingdom." , Orange Light glanced at Liu Qing, who was standing on the side and bowed his head, and nodded with satisfaction. It is worthy of being born in the nobility, and the upbringing is much better than those wild children. For this, Orange Light is also very satisfied, as the patriarch of the big family, what he can't stand the most is those bear children who don't know the height of the sky, climb high and touch low all day long, and are not afraid of the sky.

The son of the family must have the bearing and demeanor of the son of the family, and it must not be the same as those wild children.

"This is Miao Yin, and she will be your mother from now on."

Mother...... Is it?

Liu Qing nodded silently on her face, but she was thinking about another "mother", the mother who left the valley because she saw the prosperity of the outside world, and she didn't know where she was now, and whether she was doing well. If she knew that the valley had been burned by fire, would she weep for him and for the farmer's father? Probably not, right? The moment she was able to cruelly abandon her one- or two-year-old child and her husband from the valley, she was already dead, and she was no longer alive as she once was.

Just when Liu Qing was thinking endlessly, two completely different footsteps, one heavy and one light, disturbed his thoughts and brought him back to his senses. He looked up at the mother named Miaoyin and the child she was holding in her hand, Qingchuan.

Miaoyin's height is not very tall, and the women who have come this way are not very tall, Liu Qing has already had a hunch. Her appearance is not particularly beautiful, and it doesn't even have much to do with the word pretty, but it gives people a gentleness that is enough to melt steel. The happy smile on her face and the satisfaction with life between her eyebrows, as well as the privileged life, gave her a very special temperament that had nothing to do with ninjas.

She is wearing a kimono with pink cherry blossoms on a black background, and the child she is holding in her hand is wearing a light power suit, her hair is short, her eyes are bright, and she is clean and cute. He hadn't looked at Liu Qing since he entered this room, and he hadn't even glanced over here.

Miao Yin let go of her hand, walked to the left side of the orange light and knelt down, looking at Qingchuan with a smile, and then at Liu Qing with a smile, I don't know if I was comparing, or if I had any other ideas.

Qingchuan knelt on the ground with a thud, made a big bow with his hands on the ground, and called his father, his head pressed deeply on the tatami mat.

Orange Light has the demeanor of the head of the family, he squeezed out a mum word in his nose, and did not let Qingchuan get up, but asked, "How did you learn today's homework?" ”

"Returning to my father, under the guidance of my mother, I have begun to learn the art of stunting." , Qingchuan's answer was full of momentum, which made the expression on Liu Qing's face on the side change a little.

Maybe other people think that Qingchuan will be cute like a little adult, but in his opinion, this kind of child who has been erased is the saddest. He had never climbed a tree or dug out a bird's egg with his friends. I didn't cross the river with my friends and touch some fish and shrimp. He probably didn't even get into trouble in his five-year life.

This may be a big family, a big family.

Orange Light had a smile on his face at this time, and he changed from a patriarch to a kind father, and he raised his hand weakly, "Get up, come and meet your future brother, Shengguo." ”

"Yes!" , Qingchuan only straightened up at this time, stood up with his hands on the ground, walked up to Liu Qing in broken steps, and bowed, "Mother has already told me just now, I will trouble you in the future, Brother Shengguo." He didn't get up after speaking, still letting his body bend from his waist to ninety degrees.

Liu Qing knew that maybe this was also a temptation, or a test, he put the sword next to the wall next to him and stood against the wall, put his hands on Qingchuan's shoulders from both sides, and straightened his body, "Brother Qingchuan, you are too polite, if I do anything wrong in the future, I hope you can correct it in time, please." He bowed slightly, not as hard as Qingchuan pressed down.

Orange Light nodded with satisfaction, he clapped his palms, "Okay, you have time to get to know each other, Qingchuan, take Shengguo to the room next to you, and remember to come out for dinner later." Today is a family feast, both of you are the future of the family, and you must attend. ”

"Yes, Father."

The two children bowed one after another, and Liu Qing followed Qingchuan out of the room. The moment he left, he breathed a sigh of relief. The strict hierarchy and rules of the extended family were a little uncomfortable, but he also knew that if he wanted to live with the benefits of the surname Ren Wuyue and become strong, he would have to accept everything here.

The two children were thinking about their own thoughts, and walked for about seven or eight minutes one after the other, and came to a small independent courtyard. Passing through the promenade, it resembles a small courtyard house, with four separate houses on all sides, forming a natural patio. Beneath the patio was an open space, about a hundred square meters, with some wooden stakes erected, and a few targets with circles hanging from the eaves.

Qingchuan walked to the east wing and stopped, he turned sideways and pushed open the door, "Brother Shengguo, you can live here, I live in the north wing, if there is anything, you can call me at any time." ”

"Thank you!" , Liu Qing laughed, Qingchuan didn't even have a smile on his face, nodded, and left.

After entering this wing, Liu Qing stood at the door and looked around, the house had a compartment, the inside was the bedroom, and the outside was the study place. There were already a lot of books on the huge bookcase, and a pile of snow-white paper was pressed with a paperweight on the desk. The brushes are all brand new, they have not been washed, and the inkstone is placed in the upper right corner of the desk, which seems to be worth a lot of money.

In addition to the desk, there is a square table and two chairs against the wall of the outhouse, on which a kettle and six teacups are placed.

He went into the back room and looked, and the closet was full of neatly arranged new clothes, the size fitting, and it seemed that they had been made before he arrived. The bed was covered with a soft quilt and the mattress was fluffy. He hung his family heirloom knife on the wall and plunged headlong into the quilt.

Taking a deep breath, the smell of sunlight made him relax a little.

A new life has begun!

He struggled to get up from the bed, changed his clothes, picked out a relatively plain set of clothes in the wardrobe and put them on, walked to the outhouse and stood behind the desk, looked at the table that was only a little shorter than himself, hesitated, pulled the chair forward, and stood up.

He can write calligraphy, and in his previous life, he thought that the old leader loved calligraphy, and he also studied it for a while.

He washed the brush in the wash, grinded it, dipped the pen, and wrote a word on the snow-white paper that was not very good-looking, but full of momentum - forbearance!