Mo Haoran's departure brought a great blow to Mo Lingfan, the child couldn't stop crying, he hadn't seen his mother since he was born, his father was his only relative, and now the only relative also quietly left him, so he experienced the pain of parting at such a young age, and it was difficult for him to accept it.

When the old village chief began to tell him, he had to go out to find his father, but of course the old village chief would not let him go, and he stopped him from running out, but cried in the arms of the old village chief, "Grandpa Lian, my father is gone, does he not want me anymore, why doesn't he want me anymore, Lingfan will always listen to his father, oh, Lingfan doesn't learn swords, as long as his father can come back." "Shouting and shouting that he had no strength, he continued to sob, and fell asleep after crying.

The old village chief also sighed, he pity this child, he has no mother since he was a child, and now his father is gone, Lingfan This child has been obedient since he was a child, and he always thought that his mother was not obedient enough to leave him, the village chief thought about it and sighed.

After all, Mo Lingfan is still a child, after a while, he will see it, no longer clamoring to find his father, but quietly reading at the table alone, looking at it for a day, without raising his head, when he is tired of seeing, he is silently in a daze, the old village chief often comes to see him, cooks for him, and sometimes takes advantage of Lingfan's meal to take a look at the book Lingfan reads.

Lingfan read the poems of his predecessors, among which the old village chief saw Su Shi's wish for a long time, thousands of miles together. And some folk songs, "The willows are green and drooping, and the poplars are flying in the sky." The wicker folded ruler and the flowers flew away, and asked the pedestrians if they would return" Wang Jian's "Tonight, the bright moon is full of people, I don't know who the autumn thoughts are falling" The village chief understands, knowing that Lingfan is reading these poems that miss his relatives, missing his father, Lingfan is an obedient good boy, he is afraid of bothering himself too much, so he reads these poems alone.

Thinking of this, the old village chief's heart was not comfortable, and he had to think of a way to make Lingfan happy, and forgot about these uncomfortable things earlier, thinking about it, he saw that Lingfan had finished eating, Lingfan saw that the old village chief was reading poetry, so he put down the dishes and chopsticks and walked over, he pulled the village chief's sleeve, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Grandpa Lian, you tell me seriously, will my father come back?"

Faced with such a childish face, the old village chief couldn't bear to deceive him, but he couldn't tell the truth that he couldn't come back, so he could only answer with a smile: "I will come back, but I have to wait until Lingfan grows up and can take care of himself." ”

Even so, the old village chief still felt very uncomfortable, really, such words were Lingfan listened, and knew that it was Grandpa Lian who comforted him, and his father might not come back, Lingfan ignored Grandpa Lian, sat on the stool with a wooden smile, holding the book of poems, with his head buried, and it seemed that big tears were quietly dripping on the book.

The old village chief felt uncomfortable like Lingfan, and there was no way, knowing that he couldn't disturb him now, so he had to silently clean up the table after Lingfan ate, in fact, Lingfan didn't eat much at all, and the dishes served basically didn't change, just ate a few bites of white rice, "It's not a way to go on like this" The old village chief couldn't help but think sadly.

The next day, there were some opera troupes performing opera in the village, and the stage was set up in the village with great fanfare, those people brought all kinds of props, knives and guns, drums, gongs, suona, as well as fire rings and sledgehammers, there were two big carts of things, and there was a little girl Liang who was as dexterous as Lingfan, and the old man was communicating with the old village chief.

The old village chief said: "It's been a long time, old bones, I'm going to trouble you this time." The old artist also replied: "We're almost the same, when the time comes, when I can't act, I have to come back to this Lingguo Village, what trouble" said and chatted, the old artist told the old village chief about some of the anecdotes in his performance process, the old village chief listened to the old Yan very happy look, after a while, the village people also began to slowly gather over, the news in the small village is very well-informed, so the village people soon knew.

In the crowd gathered together, the old village chief didn't see Lingfan, so he sighed and said to the old artist that he wanted to bring the child over, the little girl also leaned over curiously at this time, and the old artist saw the girl open and said, "Call grandpa" The old artist should be the little girl's grandfather, so he also shouted grandpa obediently, and the old village chief answered, and walked towards Lingfan's house.

On the way, the old village chief wondered if he could let this little sister-in-law Liang and Lingfan play together, maybe Lingfan could come out early. Just think about it.

Lingfan was still the same as before, reading poems in the house, his head buried low, the old village chief gently stroked his head, he suddenly raised his head in shock, the desire and surprise in his eyes slowly dimmed again, but he was afraid that the old village chief would be sad, and looked at the old village chief with wide eyes, seeing this, the old village chief lived for such a long time, and he also knew that Ling Fan hoped that his father had come back.

The old village chief still concealed the discomfort in his heart, he was afraid that his mood would affect Lingfan, but he still said to Lingfan with a kind smile: "Little Lingfan, there is an opera troupe in the village, grandpa saw that they brought a lot of props, grandpa took you to play, okay." "Children are children after all, and they like to see interesting and strange things when they hear them. So I agreed.

The old village chief took Mo Lingfan to the head of the village, the stage had been set up, and there were already people performing on it with a big stone on their chests, they stood behind the crowd, only to see a small man lying flat on the ground, a stone wider than him pressed on him, and at this time there was a very burly man who was about to move with a big hammer.

The people below applauded, waiting for the burly man to swing a sledgehammer to break the boulder. And Lingfan saw it but hurriedly said to the old village chief: "Even grandpa stop him, he is going to hammer" The old village chief laughed and said: "It's okay, don't look at that man's small stature, he practices qigong, and he can be invulnerable" After speaking, the burly man had already hammered, only to hear a bang, the boulder was broken into two, Lingfan looked nervously, sure enough, after a while, the little man got up, patted his chest to the audience and said that he was fine, and won a burst of cheers from everyone.

The old village chief pulled Mo Lingfan to the front of the crowd, and then the two men picked up the broken stones and went off the stage, and then another one came up with a spear dancer, he stepped forward left and right, the spear in his hand stabbed left and right, the speed was extremely fast, and then a fork and spear slashed the ground, his head swung forward, and a puff of dust was patted. There was a round of applause.

As he spoke, the man jumped up again, stabbed forward in the air, shouted "ha", and then spun in mid-air, and a whirlwind rose in place.

Lingfan exclaimed, "It's amazing, how did you do it" The old village chief smiled slightly, and said, "Because they are all people who practice martial arts", saying that there was another person next to them, who was an old artist, "Children like it, you can ask them to teach you" He said, Lingfan looked over when he saw someone talking, and the old village chief found that the old artist was standing next to him, and said to Lingfan: "Call Grandpa Tang" Lingfan listened and said obediently: "Grandpa Tang is good"

Donald said kindly: "You are Xiao Lingfan, you are really the same size as Xiaolan" Lingfan asked, "Who is Xiaolan?" The old artist replied: "It's my granddaughter, you will be able to see it later" After speaking, he went to watch the performance on the stage. Lingfan also turned his head and continued to watch the performance.

After a while, a little girl walked out with a small wooden sword, the girl tied two small pigtails, with big watery eyes, blinking, standing still with one hand in the sword, the body twisted up smartly, waving the small wooden sword, the sword was still glowing with a faint clear light, a sword was swung out, and a gust of wind was stirred, with a burst of jasmine fragrance came to the nose, Lingfan was also fascinated.