With tears in his eyes, Qiu Jing chattered in front of his father's grave and came to the grave of his younger brothers and sisters.

Qiu Jing also sent a lot of paper money to his younger brothers and sisters, and some small paper toys and paper clothes were all burned to his younger brothers and sisters, sitting in front of the grave and chatting with his younger brothers and sisters.

In this way, Qiu Jing stayed in the manor for a day and a night, accompanied his father, mother, younger brothers and sisters, talked for a long time, and said all the words accumulated over the years.

It wasn't until the sun rose high the next day that Qiu Jing rode his horse away from the manor and ran in the direction of Fucheng.

Entering Jiangyin Mansion City again, everything is so familiar and unfamiliar, all kinds of cries are noisy together, it is a lively scene.

Qiu Jing pulled the horse and walked slowly in the direction of his house, his house is located in the west of Jiangyin Mansion, where most of the rich and powerful live, in short, those who live in the west of the city are not short of money.

If those who live in the west of the city are not short of money, then those who live in the east of the city are rich and powerful.

As for the common people, very few people will live in these two places, both of which are large mansions, and the common people cannot afford them.

Qiu Jing just pulled the horse and walked unhurriedly in the direction of his house, the closer he got to his house, the more he had gradually calmed down, and he couldn't help but slowly make waves.

When pulling the horse and stopping at the door of his house, Qiu Jing once thought that he didn't have the courage to open the door.

But in the end, it was opened, and he walked in slowly, closing the door, cutting off the inquiring eyes from outside.

Even so, the news of the return of the eldest prince of the enemy family quickly spread in Fucheng.

For more than two years, the door of the Qiu family has never been opened, and the surrounding residents think that the eldest son of the Qiu family will never come back because of sadness.

It's a pity that such a big mansion is so deserted, it's a pity, no one rushed into the house, more than a dozen people died in the yard, and they were all killed, this kind of death is the most ghostly, it can be said that the enemy is no different from the murderous house.

Qiu Jing looked at the overgrown weeds in the courtyard with an expressionless face, and tied the horse at hand under an apricot tree in the courtyard.

Walking through the corridor on the stone path, I came to the courtyard where my parents lived.

In the same way, the parents' courtyard is also overgrown with weeds, and the mother's favorite small garden is already a paradise for weeds, and occasionally one or two unknown flowers will poke their heads out.

Pushing open his father's bedroom, there was a burst of dust in the house, the moisture was extinguished, and Qiu Jing stepped in as if he were blind.

It was still the same as when he left, there was no change, the furniture, tables and chairs were still placed like that, but after more than two years of baptism, it was already covered with dust.

The same is true in the inner room, except for the dust and cobwebs, it is quiet as if it is far away from the world, and Qiu Jing once felt a feeling of suffocation.

Qiu Jing, who couldn't stand this feeling, hurriedly walked out, stood in the courtyard and took a few deep breaths before recovering his complexion.

Glancing back at his father's room, Qiu Jing walked straight in the direction of the kitchen at home, where there was a deep well.

At that time, he chased the murderer in such a hurry that he did not have time to cover his house with cloth, so that the house was covered with dust, and the house was full of ruin.

This feeling was very bad, Qiu Jing lifted the stone slab on the deep well not far from the kitchen, fetched a bucket full of water, and prepared to clean the whole house.

Just like that, Qiu Jing was busy all day, his father, mother, brothers and sisters, including his own room, as well as guest rooms, wing rooms, and even subordinate rooms, and nursing rooms, he cleaned them all.

When he was hungry, he ate the dry food he brought back on the road, and just padded two meals, and when the night came, Qiu Jing, who was lying on his bed and thought he would not be able to sleep, miraculously fell asleep quickly.

"Hehe, mother, do you think this little flower is beautiful?"

"Cut, pretty what? The little girl's family likes these useless things, look at the wooden sword in my hand, and I will become a top master like my brother in the future. ”

"Mother, you see that the second brother provokes me again, mother, you punish him for not eating at night." A little girl with a pink carving pouted her little mouth, holding her mother's hand and sprinkling coquettishly.

"Okay, I won't let your second brother eat at night." A graceful and beautiful woman, Wu Nong, said softly.

"If you don't eat, you won't eat, I'm a man who stands up to the sky, what's there to eat a few less meals?" The young man said nonchalantly, and of course he didn't forget to grimace at the mother and daughter, and the woman who provoked her laughed coquettishly and pointed at her son and said, "Naughty! ”

The middle-aged man on the side looked at his wife and children with a smile, and his eyes revealed a deep doting.

Qiu Jing stood at the door of the room in such a daze, looking at the happy appearance of a family of four.

He couldn't figure out if this was in reality or in a dream, could it be that his father and mother were not dead? Everything was just his imagination.

If it was a dream, he had never had such a beautiful dream in the past two years, and every time he dreamed of a bloody piece, his father and mother always shouted to themselves uncomfortably.

Qiu Jing couldn't help but walk into the room, as before, every time he was the first to find him, it was always a gentle mother.

I saw the woman looking at Qiu Jing with bright eyes, "Jing'er is back, Xianggong, our son is back." ”

The woman didn't care about her daughter and quickly stood up, couldn't hide her excitement in front of Qiu Jing, stretched out her hands to think about getting closer, and quickly retracted back.

"My son's mother misses you so much, it's so good, you finally came back to see your mother, and this time you will stay at home more...... Later, my mother will make you good food, and look at you. ”

The man and the pair of children also came to Qiu Jing, "Okay, although it's not bad if you're a little thin." The man nodded in satisfaction.

"Big brother, big brother, you're back, Shuang'er thinks about her big brother so much, Shuang'er is so happy to see her eldest brother." The little girl couldn't hide her joy and shouted.

"Big brother, Lan'er misses you too." The young man changed his previous sharp teeth and said shyly to his eldest brother whom he admired the most.

The scene in front of him is too real, even if it is a dream, Qiu Jing would never rather do it forever.

It's just that when the little girl wanted to pounce, she was stopped by the gentle mother with her eyes, and the little girl stopped two steps away from Qiu Jing, looking at her eldest brother with starry eyes.

Seeing this scene, Qiu Jing, who had already stretched out his hands and wanted to hold his younger siblings, silently took his hand back with tears in his eyes for some reason.

With tears in his eyes, he smiled and said: "Our frost is really getting more and more beautiful, Lan'er is getting stronger and stronger, and she is about to surpass her brother, and my brother misses you too." ”

"Jing'er, why are you back? We are all very good at home, you don't miss us, ...... in the future Don't come back if you don't have anything to do, didn't you say you want to go to the rivers and lakes to practice? Dad won't stop you this time, you can go if you want to go, anyway, we can't spend all the money in our house. The man said this, but he could still see the joy in the man's eyes when he saw his son.

"I miss my father and mother, and I miss my younger brothers and sisters." Qiu Jing still said with tears in his eyes.

"Xianggong, what do you say? I miss my son when I can't see him, and I say these things when I see my son, so I can talk about it after a while. The gentle woman still said softly to her father-in-law, but looking at Qiu Jing's eyes, it was difficult to hide tears.

Mrs. Wen Wen walked into Qiu Jing one step again, but there was always a step between her son and her.

When Qiu Jing wanted to get closer, the woman would subconsciously take a step back, but she still looked at her son tightly, as if she couldn't get enough of it.

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