The familiar shack, under the reflection of the sunset, also has a unique flavor. However, this is only for the category of people who have stepped out of the slums.

At this time, He Yifei, who was neatly dressed, was slowly walking on the narrow passage between the shacks. Perhaps, he also had some idea of showing off in his heart, so the unique symbol of Martial God Mountain was also worn by him in the most conspicuous position on his chest.

"Isn't this the kid from the He family? Didn't he go to join the army? How did he become a disciple of Wushen Mountain?"

"The person of the He family who only has half a life left, has cultivated such an excellent son? It seems that we will have to be more restrained in the future!"

"This kid has a future! I really don't know, how are my children doing in the army now?"

"The He family, it is worthy of being sent out of the rich area, and they still have some stunts at the bottom of the box!"

He Yifei walked all the way with his head held high, and there were also whispers from the surrounding shacks, although some words made him sound very unhappy, but he had long been accustomed to the slum's vicious words.

"Father, I'm back!"

When the lonely back was imprinted in his eyes, He Yifei was choked up and almost speechless, he took two quick steps and came behind He Nong.

Originally, He Nong was leaning on the cold iron pillar, looking at the sunset that was about to end in a daze. When the familiar voice behind him came into his ears, he couldn't believe the reality, and his body instinctively trembled a few times.

At this moment, the poor people who followed He Yifei were also chattering around, but their topic was nothing more than revolving around He Nong's father and son.

"Father, I'm sorry!

Looking at his father's weak back, He Yifei's eyes were full of tears.

"Fei'er, are you really back?"

He Nong moved his body with great effort, slowly turned his head, and looked behind him hopefully.

"Father, the son is back!"

Seeing He Nong's eyes in disbelief, He Yifei suddenly pounced on him and knelt down in front of He Nong.

"Hehe, good boy, you've grown up!"

He Nong stroked He Yifei's hair, carefully looked at his face, and tears of excitement were already flowing down his cheeks.

"Father, the son has not embarrassed you, the son is now a disciple of the Martial God Mountain!

He Yifei, who was anxious to show his merits, grabbed He Nong's hand and touched the symbol of Wushen Mountain on his chest.

"Is it? My son has really joined Wushen Mountain! The He family has hope again!"

Caressing the symbol of the Martial God Mountain, He Nong's hands also trembled slightly.

"Son, let's go in and talk!"

When the surrounding noise penetrated his ears, He Nong also discovered the anomaly nearby, and he had always been low-key, and he did not want to be the object of other people's discussions. So, Henon held the ground with his hands, intending to stand up.

"Father, it's not something we can stop!"

He Yifei stretched out his hand to pick up his father, but the corners of his mouth were smiling, and he whispered to He Nong.

"Child, when your grandfather was alive, he often told me: 'People are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong!'

He Nong pretended to be angry, with a reproachful tone, and told He Yifei.

"Father, I know!"

He Yifei smiled slightly, as if he was taught.

After watching the father and son enter their shack, the poor people gathered around them lost the object of their conversation. After a while, these people scattered in twos and threes. However, He Yifei, who has returned to his hometown, may become a hot topic among these people in recent times.

"It's only been a year, and you're a bit of an adult, it seems that this army is really a place to train people!"

With the support of his son, He Nong slowly lay down on the tattered floor, but the topic was always inseparable from He Yifei.

"Yes, I've learned a lot this year!"

He Yifei shook the worn-out quilt and gently put it on He Nong's body, and responded softly.

"A few days ago, in this slum, there were always people from your army, who were like messengers of death, spreading bad news throughout the slums. At the time, it scared the hell out of me!"

Recalling the previous scene of distributing bereavement pensions, He Nong also had a feeling of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

"Yes! Some time ago, the beast launched a storming event. Fortunately, with the protection of the strong men of Xianmen, Sifang City was able to turn the corner from danger to safety. ”

He Yifei recalled the tragic scene, and he was still embarrassed in his heart.

"By the way, father, before my son came, he bought you some food from the city of the armament district, just in time for you to taste it. ”

Gently stroking He Nong's shriveled arm, He Yifei also remembered the food in the back box, he quickly untied the back box and took out all the contents of the box.

"You kid, you don't know how to save some life, I have that nutrient solution to continue my life, why do you need these things? ”

Seeing the large pile of food He Yifei took out, He Nong was happy in his heart, but he complained about He Yifei's extravagance and waste.

"After so many years, you have suffered a lot, and now, my son has some ability, so I naturally have to honor you!"

As He Yifei spoke, he casually opened the simple packaging of a piece of food and presented it to He Nong's eyes.

"Father is useless, he can't help you, and in the future, you will have to rely on yourself. ”

He Yifei's filial piety made He Nong very happy, but compared to enjoyment, he hoped that He Yifei could live a better life in the future.

"I've bought it, you can taste it!"

He Yifei didn't pay attention to his father's nagging, he gently tore off a piece of food in his hand and gently stuffed it into He Nong's mouth.

"Is it delicious?" Seeing He Nong chew and swallow the food in his mouth, He Yifei asked expectantly.

"It's delicious, it's delicious, as long as you buy it, it's delicious!"

He Nong nodded with satisfaction, and his eyes also showed endless love.

"If it's delicious, eat more!"

He Nong's demeanor made He Yifei's heart very warm, and as he spoke, he tore a small piece of food again and stuffed it into his father's mouth.

"Child, you should tell me how you have come this year, right?"

Compared with food, He Nong cared more about his son's experience, he looked at He Yifei with his eyes blank, and made a look of being ready to listen.

"Okay, if you want to hear it, let's just talk while eating, anyway, I'll be at home with you for a month this time!"

He Yifei said, not forgetting to tear up the food and feed it to his father.

In this way, father and son, who had been separated for a year, nested in that dim shack, enjoying the delicious food and telling the past that was different from ordinary people.