The crumbling walls were cratered with eyes, cobweb-like cracks stretching from the top to the base, and the black stains and inky moss added a heavy touch in the shadow of the sun, making the dilapidated wall look even more vicissitudes.

The copper door plate fell off a screw and hung crookedly next to the gate, black, green, and moldy white, making this small door plate a big flower face, covering up the text on it.

The boy put down his heavy bag and stood quietly at the door. "It's still the same! Nothing has changed, only people have changed. Two lines of crystal tears slid down his tired face. The boy shook his head, raised his hands and slapped his cheeks a few times, making a crisp "pop" sound.

Pushing open the rusty iron gate, stepping into the overgrown courtyard, and walking towards the black two-story building in front of him, the young man's face showed a hint of relief. The doorknob was cracked, the wooden steps creaked as if they would break at any moment, the windows were covered with dust, and the corners of the eaves were covered with cobwebs.

The boy pushed the door in, and a smell of dust came to his nose, but he didn't care, and walked in quickly.

"Who?" said an old voice from inside the room.

"It's me, Dad, I haven't seen you for three years, are you okay?" "The room was the boy's home.

"You're ......" in the shadows of an old man who looks like he's about to die, sits on a shabby chair. The old man's hair was thinning, his eyes were cloudy, his face was furrowed, and his gray clothes were patched, "Jerry...... Is that you? Jerry!"

"It's me, Daddy, I'm Jerry Terry!"

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back!" the old man stretched out his trembling hands and grabbed Jerry's arms tightly, as if he was afraid that he would run away as soon as he let go, "Come and sit here." Then he looked upstairs and shouted, "Wife, come down! Jerry is back!"

After a while, there was a sound of slow footsteps from the ceiling, and an old woman with an old dragon bell walked down with the "creak" of the stairs.

"Mom......" looked at the two gray-haired old men, and then looked at the dilapidated furniture and houses around him, and Jerry couldn't help but have a sour nose.

"Child......" The mother's voice was hoarse and low, reaching out to hug Jerry, not caring about the sweat and dust of his clothes, "You must have suffered a lot outside all these years, have you eaten well? Have you rested?" she stretched out her thin fingers and stroked Jerry's cheek, "Quick, wash your face, drink another cup of hot milk, and have some snacks." Hey, old man, go and fetch water and make a fire. ”

"Hey! Jerry's father got up from his chair with a shudder.

When Jerry saw this, he immediately stepped forward and pressed his father's shoulders and said, "Dad, just rest! ”

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"Yes, I don't know how long it has been since I've eaten my mother's own food, and I really miss it!" Jerry looked at the empty home and felt that something was missing, and after thinking about it, he asked, "What about my brother? Hasn't he come back yet?" The war has ended. As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent, and a strange atmosphere hung over the three people. Jerry seemed to understand something, "Brother, he's an official member of Kevin Ras's First Army, something...... Unavoidable. Died on the battlefield and sacrificed his life for the country...... Maybe it's ...... him."

"Well, if only that were the case!" Jerry's father shook his head and sighed.

"Old man!" Jerry's mother glared at him with an angry look on her face.

"Tell me!what the hell is going on?" Jerry roared, "He's my brother! I'm not a kid anymore, I'm a member of the family!"

Jerry's parents let out a long sigh after glancing at each other, and slowly told the truth, "Berg, he ......"

Although Jerry Terry's older brother Berg Terry is not as talented as Marser Miller and Erica Constantine, he is also a standout among his peers, an excellent battle mage. At the age of fourteen, he was selected as a member of the First Army Mage Regiment of Kevin Las. During Kevin Russa's war with the Western Alliance, he followed General Lamander to defend his country. After the fall of Kevin Lalier, he realized General Lamander's ambitions and defected to the Royalists, only to be executed in partisanship.

"Berg, he's a good boy!" recalled Jerry's father, bowing his head, a happy smile on his face, "no matter how intense the war was, he wrote to us every month, but the communication brazier never lit again the winter before. At first, we thought it was broken, so we asked the town's magician to repair it, and after inspection, we found that the communication brazier was not broken. At that time, we thought that maybe the situation has been too chaotic lately, maybe Berg is too busy, just wait! But there was no news until the following year. From that moment on, we were mentally prepared. Speaking of the dead Berg, Jerry's father's old face suddenly looked even older, "At first, we thought the same as you, but if we want to see people alive and dead to see corpses, the military department must give us a message, right?" I went back and forth to countless large and small personnel departments, but I couldn't hear from Berg. ”

"How come?" Jerry's heart felt like he had knocked over a five-flavor bottle, and he didn't know what it was like. But he was sure that there was one flavor that was most obvious, and that was the burning of vengeful rage.

In desperation, we had to get up and go home. "But on the day we set off, we met our old friend, Viscount Mill. It was he who whispered to us......" As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer, until it was inaudible.

Died in partisan strife, was convicted of treason by the court, and removed from the military department...... Jerry couldn't accept this outcome.

The Terry family is a declining aristocracy, and since Jerry's grandfather's generation, he has been very poor, and his parents have to go out to work hard labor to earn money to support the family. Whenever the two of them arrived at the construction site, the people who worked together teased the two of them, "Yo, look, Master Terry's family is here to work! How dare I and other untouchables work on the same construction site as Master Terry?"

In the face of everyone's sarcasm, they just laughed, because all this is for the sake of the children and the whole family. From an early age, the Terry brothers were given high expectations by their parents, hoping that they would join the army and make meritorious contributions to revitalize the family. In order to give the two children the best military academy, they did not hesitate to smash the pot and sell the iron, and sold the land, and now only an old mansion remains, which can still vaguely remind people of the glory of the Terry family back then. But now, the eldest son not only has no merit and no name, but has died in partisan strife and has been convicted of treason. The youngest son followed Konstantin to protect the emperor, but he suffered a defeat and returned home empty-handed......

"It's good to be alive, it's good to come back alive!" The wrinkles on his father's face wrinkled even deeper, and the long years of hard work, family sorrow, and the pain of losing a child made him look unusually old. Coarse tea and light rice are passed by fate, wealth and glory, don't force it! Don't force it......" The old man's voice fell, and the room fell into a silent atmosphere again, leaving only two lines of old tears.

Can you really go with the flow, don't force it? Jerry asked himself over and over again in his heart.