Nangong Ling was also homesick.

Listening to the cry in her arms, Nangong Ling remembered the bits and pieces of her previous time at Nangong's house.

At that time, the whole family held her in the palm of their hands, and regarded her as the heir of the younger generation who was most likely to inherit the mantle of the family's old ancestor in the Dan period.

But the world is unpredictable, when she encounters Han Mo, the nemesis of hit, the things that happen later are more and more out of her control.

She didn't want to return to her homeland, kowtow in front of her parents' graves, and add soil, but she was guilty of betraying the clan and almost made the entire Nangong family be removed from the immortal cultivation world, and if she went back, it would only make it more difficult for the entire Nangong family to deal with herself.

She is ashamed of her ancestors, her parents, and so many Nangong parents who love her!

How can she have the face to go back?

Nangong Ling quietly held Lin Lu in her arms until Lin Lu finished venting his emotions.

When Lin Lu rubbed his eyes with tears and saw clearly that the person in front of him was not his mother, but Aunt Nangong, he was embarrassed to break free from Nangong Ling's embrace and looked into the distance blankly.

Nangong Ling turned around and secretly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then took off Lin Lu's back-worn coat as usual, turned it over, and put it on Lin Lu again.

Lin Lu did so quietly, just as his mother did when she dressed him.

Nangong Ling pulled Lin Lu's folded clothes with a focused expression, and then carefully pulled up Lin Lu's hair, and then tied it with strips of cloth.

"Lu'er, let's go home for dinner~"

Lin Lu nodded lightly,

Nangong Ling took Lin Lu's thin little hand and walked towards the house.

The pine waves were gusting, the evening breeze was cold, and feeling the temperature from Nangong Ling's hand, Lin Lu felt for a moment that if Nangong Ling was his mother, it might not be bad~

As soon as I entered the dining room, I saw Uncle Han sitting quietly at the dining table and taking a nap.

Just now, Nangong Ling hugged Lin Lu, who was crying bitterly, and the scene with tears in his eyes, how could he, an immortal cultivator like Han Mo, not notice it?

He Han Mo really owes Nangong Ling too much, if it weren't for him, Nangong Ling would be at least a monk in the foundation building period now, plus her family's immortal cultivation resources, it would be possible to tie the Dan!

For his Han Mo, she Daoji was destroyed.

If she could return to Nangong's house in time at that time, there would still be hope of repairing Daoji, but she didn't!

She stayed with him Han Mo, a half-crippled person, in this valley all her life, and she cultivated to be trapped in the condensation period, and she didn't complain.

When Nangong Ling was in Nangong's house, the dojo where she cultivated was called Baihua Valley, which was a place with a strong aura, four seasons like spring, and strange flowers and plants everywhere.

In order to relieve Nangong Ling's homesickness, Han Mo also planted strange flowers and plants in this Liangqing Valley, and imitated the layout of the Hundred Flowers Valley, opened lakes and planted trees, and built houses and pavilions.

The attic where Lin Lu lives now is where Nangong Ling lived when he was cultivating in the Valley of Hundred Flowers.

"Liangqing Valley", the name is also mentioned by Nangong Ling, which literally means that the sun shines into the valley, dividing the scenery in the valley into cold and warm colors, each with its own merits.

But the deeper meaning, how could a person like him Han Mo not understand?

That was Nangong Ling's homesickness, praying that the two of them, as well as the close relatives of the Nangong family, would be well on both sides.

Now that the two of them are in their twilight years, they have no heirs under their knees, and the two old men live alone, which has become the biggest regret that he Han Mo left to Nangong Ling.

Looking at Nangong Ling's tearful appearance with Lin Lu in his arms, Old Man Han's heart was like a knife, and he was ashamed.

When Nangong Ling and Lin Lu came in, he endured the incomparable guilt in his heart, and it was already the limit to make a napping appearance, and he really couldn't squeeze out even a trace of smile.

Nangong Ling and Han Mo have been together for nearly a hundred years, how can Nangong Ling not know his thoughts?

Nangong Ling led Lin Lu to the dining table and sat down, and after a few words, he went to the back room to change his clothes and come out.

Nangong Ling picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of the dish and put it in Lin Lu's bowl, and said softly, "Lu'er, eat more." ”。

Then, he glanced at Han Mo seemingly casually, and said angrily, "Dead old man, if you want to eat, eat quickly, what are you doing there like a pestle, no wonder everyone called you stunned when you were a child!" ”

When Han Mo saw his wife speak, he immediately nodded yes, picked up the chopsticks and took a big bite of the rice, picked up the vegetables again, and devoured them.

Nangong Ling saw the appearance of the old man Han who was a starving ghost, and reproached, "Dead old man, a hundred-year-old man, he hasn't eaten yet, the road is so small, if I learn from you badly, I will pick your skin!" ”

When Han Mo heard this, his head shrank, and he quickly slowed down his eating, smiled, waved his hand, and hurriedly explained, "The food cooked by Madame is so delicious, I haven't eaten it for a long time, I can't control it for a while, I must pay attention next time, I must pay attention next time, I must pay attention next time, hehe, hehe, hehe......"

"The food cooked by Aunt Nangong is really fragrant, I can't control it, it's so delicious~" Lin Lu also hurriedly helped, and as he spoke, he looked intoxicated by the food.

"Lu'er, no matter how delicious things are, you have to eat them slowly, you know?" Nangong Ling looked at the two of them not looking like they were cheating, thinking that she hadn't cooked for decades and her cooking skills hadn't regressed, and she was a little surprised.

Nangong Ling picked up the chopsticks and was about to pick up some dishes to taste the taste, Han Mo saw this, hurriedly snatched the dish over, quickly pulled it clean, and didn't even let go of the juice on the plate.

Seeing that Old Man Han was so strange, Nangong Ling put the chopsticks on another dish, and saw that Old Man Han was about to grab it, Nangong Ling glared at Old Man Han fiercely, Old Man Han hurriedly turned around and sat down, and secretly squeezed his eyebrows at Lin Lu.

How could Lin Lu not know what this old man Han meant, thinking that Aunt Nangong was so good to him, so he would help this old man Han cover once.

Lin Lu snatched the dish that Nangong Ling was about to clip, and he quickly pulled it clean, and he didn't even let go of the vegetable juice on the plate, which was the same as Old Man Han's posture.

Nangong Ling saw that it was strange now, she moved the chopsticks to a dish on Old Man Han's side, and Old Man Han was ready to grab it, she moved the chopsticks to a dish on Lin Lu's side, and Lin Lu also wanted to grab it.

Looking at the appearance of the two masters, Nangong Ling glared at each side, and released his own skills a little, the two of them stagnated, and Nangong Ling took advantage of the situation to quickly take a bite from each of the two dishes,

As soon as the dish was eaten, Nangong Ling's expression froze, and then he quickly spit out the dish in his mouth, "Bah, this is ...... Also...... Too...... Salty ......"

Old man Han snatched the two dishes, quickly pulled them into his mouth, and muttered while eating, "Well~~It's delicious~~ The dishes made by Mrs. are so delicious, I can't get enough of them." ”

After a few clicks, the two dishes entered Old Man Han's stomach again, Old Man Han wiped the corners of his mouth, touched his stomach, and muttered to himself, "I don't know if it's because of my age and deterioration of taste, I like this kind of dish with a slightly heavy taste, and it's very enjoyable to eat." ”

Nangong Ling looked at Han Mo, a bad old man, in a daze, and said angrily, "You dead old man, you are still so flamboyant, and you are not afraid that Lu'er will follow you to learn badly." ”

Nangong Ling took out a pot of mountain spring water from the storage bag, handed it to Lin Lu, and said with concern, "Lu'er, drink some water, you are still growing your body, don't learn from that dead old man to do stupid things in the future, you know?" ”

Lin Lu couldn't stand the saltiness of the dish, and he barely maintained his expression just now, and when Nangong Ling asked him, he struggled to squeeze out a smile, and said with relief, "Aunt Nangong, I also have some taste degradation, and I also like dishes with strong flavors." It's just that I'm just a little thirsty, so I'll take a sip, hehe......"

Lin Lu is still too young, and his Taoism is not as high as Old Man Han, Old Man Han has done three dishes, and his face has not changed, and Lin Lu has done one dish, and he can't bear it.

Lin Lu said that he only drank one sip, but this sip directly drank the whole pot of water.

Nangong Ling watched him finish drinking with a look of pity, Lin Lu looked embarrassed, and quickly explained, "The water given by Aunt Nangong is extraordinarily sweet, so delicious, I can't control it for a while, haha...... Hahaha....."

Nangong Ling turned his head and glared at Old Man Han again, Old Man Han sat down obediently, his face was calm, but he was secretly sighing in his heart, "This kid is thick-skinned, and he is even better than the old man back then!" ”

Lin Lu wiped his mouth and returned the kettle to Nangong Ling,

Then he took out the pearl necklace weighing nearly a pound from the shabby cloth bag,

The huge pearl is dazzling under the light, but this pearl is too big to wear around the neck, which may be a little incongruous.

"Aunt Nangong, on the way to escape, I picked up a lot of river mussels, all of them are the size of their heads, my mother said, others are good to you, you should also be good to others, Aunt Nangong is so good to me, this pearl necklace, please accept it." Lin Lu handed it respectfully with both hands.

Nangong Ling doesn't care if she is coordinated or not, Lu Er can give her a gift, or it is strung with such a big pearl necklace, which shows that Lu Er has her in her heart, her heart is warm, and she said with pity, "Lu Er, I really grew up, I know how to give Auntie a gift, then Lu Er helps Auntie put it on, is it okay?" ”

Lin Lu snorted, ran quickly behind Nangong Ling, and gently put the nearly one-pound pearl necklace on Nangong Ling's neck.

Nangong Ling cast a "water mirror technique", looked at the huge pearl in the mirror, and then looked at Lin Lu standing quietly beside her, the more she looked at it, the more she liked it, she liked both!!

Nangong Ling was born in the top immortal family of Tianluo Kingdom, these mundane things were not taken to heart, thinking of a nine-year-old peasant child like Lin Lu, living a hard life, knowing that pearls are extremely precious, but still gave her this priceless bead chain, it can be seen that this child has a pure heart and values love and righteousness.

A woman, her husband loves her, and her "son" loves her, what more can she ask for?

At this moment, Nangong Ling felt that she was surrounded by a huge sense of happiness, and her whole body also exuded a pearl-like dazzling light.

Old man Han looked at Nangong Ling's appearance, and in a trance, he seemed to see the heavenly lady of the immortal family when he was young, confident, dazzling, and exuding infinite charm.

And what has he Han Mo given her over the years, she has been a genius like her, and she has become an old woman now.

Old man Han looked at Nangong Ling with self-reproach in his eyes, hey~ He Han Mo owes this woman too much in his life......

Just when Old Man Han blamed himself for being sad, a warm and familiar hand gently put it on his unconsciously clenched fist, squeezed it gently, and a pair of eyes looked at him warmly and firmly, as if to say,

"Me! No! After! Regret! ”