Isn't it the elders of my own time, isn't it my own house at that time?

Away from being pushed by everyone to sit in the middle.

In fact, he is still passively following everyone's steps.

Although he is dead, he still feels so hungry that everything in front of him is like a dream, making people unable to find the direction and scratch their heads.

Why are they back here? Why are you waiting for him?

What's going on?

These are all the people he has eaten with before, including a few aunts he knows well and who used to be very good with him.

Just by seeing their faces, Li already felt tears rolling in his eyes.

It's been a long time since I've seen it.

It's been too long.

It's been a long time since we met, and I really feel like I'm going home.

Is the home that the kid just said this home?

"Little General, you're late."

He was also surrounded by his former playmates when he was a child.

"I'll take a look, I'll see, hey, this mask, it's a little broken, I'll make another one for Xiaoli to play, I've instructed the offspring, this mask, you can't do it in large quantities, I just designed it for us Xiaoli."

"As far as you're careful, few people know about Xiaoli now."

"Let so many people know what to do? We are very good, we just know it, and we don't ask for anything to go down in history, it's only serious that the child can come back, don't you say? ”

In the midst of the echoes and noises of the people around them.

Someone brought hot noodle soup.

"Quick, let's pad first, this kid is hungry and thin, it's too distressing to look at me-if I hadn't let you go at the beginning, how could I let such a young child go to the battlefield, it's been five years, and it's not the same as what my aunt remembers-"

"I almost can't recognize him when you say this, just remember his fleshy face when he was a child, everyone raised him well, this child is also obedient and sensible, five years to the general, it's just that this life is not good, I didn't wait to come back - my aunt puts a lamp on you every year, have you seen it?"

It was the first time he had actually touched the food since he had walked all the way back.

He took a sip of the hot noodle soup.

In the heat, he only felt that his eyes were moist.

At this time, everything in front of him was like a world away, so he subconsciously explained it seriously and said what was in his heart.

"No, no, I'm content, it's not your fault—"

From the beginning it was not anyone's problem, it was just that peace was not easy.

He wanted to go on his own, and he wanted to protect all the people who had taken care of him.

It's not worth saying that.

"I've seen the lights, and I looked at them for years before I found my way home."

"Hahaha, Xiao Li you must not have imagined, the first one to hang a lantern at the door is your Uncle Liang, before he took care of you when he complained, after saying that your father said your mother, and then talk about you little you, everyone thinks he doesn't like you to come, if it wasn't for the fact that everyone put the lantern on the door later, and saw him lighting the lantern at the door and keeping watch all night and night, I don't know, do you know what's wrong?"

I was drinking the noodle soup, and my tears continued to flow down.

Obviously, the aunt who spoke was in a brisk and relaxed tone, but as she said this, someone around her had already begun to wipe the corners of her eyes.

"Your Uncle Liang was crying in the room and was found by your Aunt Liang, he said that he had to light a lantern for you, so that you could know where the door is, you can go home and have a good meal, what's the use of just going back to the village."

"Hey, I haven't cried that long, I haven't cried that long, don't use your imagination to give me those jumbled adjectives here."

The middle-aged man next to him, who looked a little fierce, almost jumped up, and jumped to retort with dissatisfaction.

Away from looking up, look at this person seriously.

"Uncle Liang, thank you."

The middle-aged man paused and looked away.

"Hurry up and eat, what is there to thank for, they are all children who grew up watching each other, not only you, but I am the same when I change to the third son, but the third son is clever, and he has come back a long time ago, and you little fool is still hanging outside."

"Hey, Uncle Liang, you don't bring personal attacks, didn't you see me crying in the first place??"

"Xiaoli is very good, this child's personality is like this, he knows how to take responsibility, look at how many years he has guarded this village, now life is better, the outside is better, we are better, don't worry, take your time, let's all go home, there are more things we can do."

"But no, there are still people guarding outside, don't worry, you can rest assured, it won't get worse from generation to generation."

The door behind him was slowly closing.

But this time there was no turning back.

Instead, he looked at his family members who had been waiting here for an unknown number of years.

He pursed the corners of his lips, tears falling into the bowl.

"Why did you come back this time and become a little crying bag?"

Someone laughed on the side.

Away from raising his hand to wipe away tears.

Oh, yes.

He finally remembered.

In these long years, those previous memories were overshadowed by his obsession.

At that time, this village was not called Shuijin Village.

He was just an ordinary kid in the village.

It's just that his father died unexpectedly, and his mother left him and ran away, never coming back.

He was raised by his neighbors with a hundred family meals.

The clothes were also given to him by the neighbors.

He called Leave.

He was only twelve years old when he went to war.

Because he was too young, he asked Uncle Liu, who made masks in the village for a living, to make him a scary mask.

From the age of twelve until the year he died in the battle of Biansai.

Then the families put up river lanterns and lit lanterns at the door.

They were guiding disoriented children like him home.

He'd always wanted to protect this place.

No matter when—

The people in this place may have quarrels and disputes, but there are also river lanterns that keep flowing down the stream, and lanterns that light up at the door of every house.

Someone is waiting for him, someone is remembering him.

He always felt that he had no bonds, but he wasn't.

He finished the noodle soup, put the bowl on the table at once, and looked up at the old and young faces in front of him.

"Uncle, aunt - I'm back—"

I'm home.

Finally, everyone laughed.

The child –

"Welcome home—"

*

The wind blew even harder overhead.

But in this intensity, there seems to be a certain mildness.

It's like a sigh brought by the wind.

That kind is not regretful, but satisfying.

It seems to be informing.

Tang Li sensed this and looked up at the sky.

After a slight pause, he thoughtfully looked down at his palm.

"Ahh

The merit has increased.