In front of the Sword Washing Tower.

No one noticed that a black donkey was chasing a black horse.

Lu Ruyi had already flown down from the Sword Washing Building, and she landed beside Xiao Baozi.

Xiao Baozi was a little restrained, after all, he and Li Chenan had not yet married, but he was embarrassed to call out his mother-in-law.

On the contrary, Lu Ruyi was extremely calm.

"Sister Xiao......"

Xiao Baozi was stunned, "Ah, Sister Ruyi!" ”

"Come with my sister ......"

Lu Ruyi said this and looked at Xiao Wu and the others, "You all come with me...... Amu, you stay! ”

Amu was stunned for a moment, and then saw Lu Ruyi smile slightly: "You talk to them...... This is Wu Wen, the former pavilion master of Tianyin Pavilion, and this is Zheng Qiuchen in the front yard of Wuguo Bailu Academy. ”

Amu was a little confused, thinking that I don't like to talk, and these two old people don't know each other, what should I say to them?

But he thought about it and stayed, just out of respect for Li Chen'an's mother.

Lu Ruyi took the group to the small courtyard in the forest by the stream not far away, Amu stood in front of the two old men a little blankly, he looked left and right, and the expressions on the faces of the two old men were very excited.

"The junior Mushan Dao disciple Amu, I have seen the two seniors!"

Amu bowed, and Wu Wen hurriedly stepped forward to support him, "Kid...... Child! ”

Amu was stunned, "This grandma, I'm twenty-one years old, not a child anymore!" ”

Grandmother...... Wu Wen's body stiffened slightly, and her face suddenly darkened.

Even if you don't know each other,

Dusty,

Sideburns like frost......

Yes, when I gave birth to this child, I was thirty-three years old.

Now, twenty-one years later, I am fifty and four...... It's really my grandmother's age.

Wu Wen's heart was very panicked, and her hands holding Amu's arms were trembling slightly.

Amu felt something strange, and he asked again in surprise: "Grandma, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Kid...... I'm not your grandma! ”

Amu thought to himself, of course you are not my own grandmother, but shouldn't I call you grandma at your age?

"Kid ......"

One of Wu Wen's hands suddenly touched Amu's face!

Amu was startled, the vigilance he had developed for a long time made him break free of Wu Wen's hand at that moment, he flew upside down, and while withdrawing, he landed on the hilt of the knife with his backhand.

"Qiang ......!"

His long knife was unsheathed.

He held the hilt of the knife with both hands, and the long knife pointed at Wu Wen in the distance.

His knife-like face was as cold as frost at the moment:

"Who are you?"

Wu Wen's hand froze in the air.

She raised her other hand tremblingly and pointed at Amu.

"Kid...... I, I'm your mother! ”

Amu's hand holding the hilt of the knife suddenly stiffened, and his eyes stared at Wu Wen for a full ten breaths.

The look on Wu Wen's face was extremely nervous, and her old eyes were filled with tears and hope.

Qiu Chen stepped forward and stood in front of Wu Wen, he looked at Amu and whispered:

"Put down your knife!"

Amu's gaze fell on Qiuchen's face, and he suppressed the panic in his heart-

It was an unprecedented panic!

In his life, even if he almost starved to death in Yujing City back then, his heart has never been as flustered as it is now!

"I'm your mother......!"

Mother!

What a strange title!

I'm twenty-one years old!

Since I can remember, I don't know how many lonely nights and how many times I have thought of my father and mother when I was helpless.

When he was begging in Kyoto, he was envious of the children whose parents had taken care of him.

He held a broken bowl in his hand, but his eyes were on the marshmallows in the hands of children of the same age and the laughter on their faces.

He knew that the marshmallow must be sweet, and the laughter must be sweet.

And what about yourself?

There was nothing but the broken bowl in his hand.

In those days, I often huddled alone in a dark corner under a dangerous wall, washing my face with tears, not knowing that I would be abandoned by my parents if I did something wrong.

Later, I am afraid that God opened his eyes, and when he was about to freeze to death and starve to death that winter, he was rescued by the second master of Zhongli Mansion.

In the second master's mansion, in the exquisite pavilion, he knew that the cold of winter was cold for orphans like him or those poor people who couldn't open the pot.

It's not cold in that attic at all!

It's warm as spring!

Its doors and windows were closed, and in the corners were coals that never seemed to be extinguished.

The wind can't get in, the rain can't get in, and the snow can't get in!

Is this home?

It turns out that home is so warm!

Later, I went to Makiyama Knife and grew up slowly in Makiyama Knife.

He learned to read and write, and read a lot of books in the library of Mushan Knife, and he knew that it could not be called home, because a place with parents is home!

The second master's mansion can only be called under the fence!

So what does home look like?

The little junior brother Wang Zhenghaoxuan said, home?

Home is the mother, and the father doesn't dare to be angry or speak!

Home is the mother scolding the father, and the father has to go around the mother!

Home is the chickens and dogs in the yard, the roar of the mother's Hedong lion, the smell of pots and pans and fireworks!

It was my father who received the silver and handed it to my mother with a charming smile, and my mother finally threw a flattering look at my father, and happily made two good dishes and poured a glass of wine for my father, saying that you have worked hard in charge!

The next day, my father's legs seemed to be a little weak when he walked.

My mother will cross her waist and say to her father's back: Don't mess around outside! You're wasting that money!

In short, in Wang Zhenghaoxuan's mouth, the home that Amu experienced was not Wang Zhenghaoxuan's complaints, but he felt that it was very beautiful.

It's very vivid.

It's what he's dreamed of.

When he grew up, he left the Mushan knife, returned to Kyoto, and came to Li Chen'an's side, and gradually, he no longer thought about his abandoned father.

He really grew up.

I won't be hungry anymore, and I have long since lost the mind to find my father.

Just as if they were dead!

He just hopes to meet a woman who makes his heart fall in love.

He felt like he should have a family, too.

As a guard for Li Chen'an, he has to ask Li Chen'an for money, because a man has to support his family and has to give the silver to his wife.

He never expected that at this time, when he didn't need his parents, such a woman suddenly appeared, and she actually said that she was his mother!

Look at what she looks like......

Although she has a few strands of gray hair, and although her face has traces carved by the years, she is different from those women from poor families.

Her face was not weathered with swaror and vicissitudes.

Her hand, still frozen in the air, was not the rough hand of the peasant.

Her clothes weren't very luxurious, but they weren't much more than patched rags!

She's not a poor person!

And what about him?

Amu was still holding the knife, and he looked at Qiuchen again:

"Who are you?"

“…… I'm your dad! ”

Amu took a deep breath, his knife trembling slightly.

He suddenly withdrew his knife.

"Qiang ......!" With a bang, the long knife was sheathed.

He turned and walked towards the small wooden building in the woods by the lake.

He lightly threw a cold word to Qiu Chen and Wu Wen: "You recognize the wrong person!" ”

"My father and mother are long dead!"