In a courtyard somewhere in Chengguang Village, a woman stopped the broom in her hand and looked up at the sky with some concern.

"There's a cloud coming down in the northwest, and it's probably going to rain.

I don't know when Xiao Jue will come back. ”

As if she had heard what she was thinking, the voice of the end came from the door at the right time: "Mother, I'm back!" ”

Hearing her son's voice, Zhang Qin suddenly became happy: "I'm back, just in time for dinner, come in and eat!" ”

"Good!"

put an end to the answer, reached out and picked up the broom that Zhang Qin threw on the ground, and put it aside.

I don't know why, he feels that his mother is a little ...... today It's very welcoming, like I haven't been back for years.

I usually go to help carry the coffin, why didn't I see my wife so excited before, and even threw the broom?

"Mother, the village chief's grandfather has to let me go out in a week today, he said he told you?"

While setting up the tables, chairs, dishes and chopsticks, he asked at the kitchen.

"Having said that, I think he has a point. You're fourteen years old after all, and according to village tradition, you should go out and have a try. ”

In reply, Zhang Qin had already brought out the prepared dishes from the kitchen, four cold, four hot, eight dishes, and a large bowl of chicken soup that was almost overflowing, and set up a whole table.

The whole person was directly dumbfounded: "Mother, are you going to have a guest at home?" ”

"No guests, just the two of us."

"Why are you doing so much stuff two of us?"

"My son is leaving, what's wrong with me making something delicious!"

“......”

Putting an end to what else he wanted to say, Zhang Qin directly stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth and choked him back: "Just eat yours, this year's harvest year is not the time to can't afford to eat." ”

Putting an end to being choked by that piece of meat, he quickly drank his saliva and smoothed it out, looking at his mother's natural expression, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Daddy left early, and my mother is such a person who eats as much surplus food as she wants, how can she leave with confidence.

In the past, my mother was still very stable, but I don't know what's wrong with it in the past few years, but I'm becoming more and more like a child.

As if seeing the idea of putting an end to it, Zhang Qin chewed a piece of meat in his mouth, and persuaded vaguely: "I know what you're worried about, your mother is still young, and I don't need your filial piety to be next to me."

Besides, everyone at home can help take care of it, you don't have to worry about it, and your mother is not a child. But then again, you're still a cute kid. ”

Putting an end to being amused, he asked rhetorically: "Then you are so relieved that a child goes out?" ”

"The ancestral precepts cannot be violated!" Zhang Qin suddenly became colorful: "After eating in a while, you will go to your village chief grandfather, he has seen the world when he was young, let him tell you what it is like outside."

In the future, you will be alone, take care of yourself, remember to add clothes to yourself when it is cold, eat when you arrive, don't be hungry to yourself......"

Only halfway through the words, Zhang Qin couldn't say any more, and a teardrop smashed into the bowl, and the red rice grains were stained with teardrops, and the color became more and more vivid.

"Mother, what are you doing, it's not like I'm not coming back." Putting on the startled side, he quickly stood up and wiped Zhang Qin's tears, but the tears were wiped more and more like beads with broken threads.

Putting an end to a complete panic, he felt that his nose was soft for a while, and he quickly turned his head, afraid that his mother would see his red eye circles.

"You're right." Sensing his son's emotions, Zhang Qin wiped his face and put on a smiling face again: "My son's martial arts, now that I go out, I should be happy." What's more, you're right, it's not that you won't come back. Let's go back to dinner......"

That being said, how can you still eat this meal? I took two mouthfuls of it indiscriminately, and I planned to go out to find the village chief.

Zhang Qin sent him to the door, stretched out his hand to straighten his neckline, and looked at his son, who was a whole head taller than him, Zhang Qin showed a heartfelt smile: "Time is really fast, it has been fourteen years in a blink of an eye, and you have become a young man." ”

Holding his face, Zhang Qin sighed: "It's exactly the same as your father, the same hero." ”

Putting on a smile also smiled: "I'm my father's son, of course I'm like him." ”

"Come back early."

"Okay."

Wave goodbye, put an end to it, but can't let go.

Originally, although I was reluctant to put an end to going out, I didn't have any objections, after all, this is a tradition handed down from the ancestors of Chengguang Village.

Since ancient times, all the middle-aged males in the village have to leave the village at the age of fourteen and go out for three years, because Chengguang Village itself is located on the edge of the South China Sea, and all the knowledge of the village about the outside world comes from these people. The outside world is always ever-changing, and the news is time-sensitive, and only by constantly wandering can we avoid the village from suffering because of backward information.

Second, the ancestors of Chengguang Village have long known that a single means of defense may be able to protect the village for a while, but it is impossible to protect the village for a lifetime. So those who go out and about have to work hard to learn a lot of different things so that they can better protect the village.

Just like the martial arts called Yin Yang Lock that he is practicing now, he learned it from a master of the world when the third uncle went out to wander back then.

In addition, if the village really suffers a catastrophe, these young people who are away from home can also survive and inherit the last trace of blood of the village.

But now he doesn't want to go, because when he said goodbye to his mother, he always felt that his mother's eyes were strange.

It was a kind of despair, helplessness, and some reluctance, as if he had gone and would never come back.

Although the ability to put an end to observing words and colors is not too strong, with his understanding of Zhang Qin, this matter is absolutely not wrong.

In this state of my mother, I can't go out with confidence no matter what, so I'll make it clear to the village chief after a while to see if he can let me stay for a few more days.

I made up my mind and put an end to walking quickly to the village chief's house.

But before he could reach the village chief's house, he ran into the village chief with a worried face on the road.

Before he could speak, the village chief grabbed him.

"Follow me! The old king's head died on the back mountain! ”