Home is the warmest place for everyone, we need it to comfort when we are hurt, share it when we are happy, and listen to it when we are hesitant. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Whether you are a prodigal son at the end of the world or studying abroad, as long as you leave home, you will miss it. Maybe with the passage of time, this kind of longing will gradually be smoothed out, in fact, it is just hidden in the bottom of the heart, deep love, cold nights toss, thinking of the white-haired mother and lame father at home, as well as the once graceful and gentle wife, the husband who makes people worry about it.

No matter who you think of or who you ignore, parents will leave a special territory for their children in their hearts. As soon as Jiang corpse rode a horse, the road was bumpy, and his heart was also bumpy.

After being away from home for a long time, he seems to have forgotten his son's appearance, remembering the surprise and panic when he first became a father, and remembering the moment when his son called himself "Dad" for the first time when he was babbling, his heart was extremely warm and his eyes were moist.

There are many people in every family, but there is only one home in everyone's heart.

If one day you forget the direction of your home, ask yourself where you want to go, and that place is home.

The snow gradually became heavier, falling on Jiang Zhiyi's shoulders, and it was pitch black in front of him, but he saw the light, because there was a home there.

Through the darkness, Jiang saw the faint light, looked for the light, and finally saw the lonely and warm house on the mountain, which was his home.

Roll over, drop down, take the reins in your hand, and lead the horse.

He walked for a long time this short distance, imagining in his mind the scene of pushing open the door, and then standing in the doorway.

He looked down, and how could he be embarrassed to open the door of the house with empty hands? But at such a late hour, where could he buy gifts? Anxious, he searched around, and went to an old tree to cut down the branches, and sharpened a wooden sword with his knife. Satisfied, he held it in his hand and finally smiled.

As soon as Jiang corpse walked to the door of the house, he put the match outside the door, and he didn't want to bring this blood-stained murder weapon into the house. I straightened my clothes, took a deep breath, reached out and knocked softly on the door.

"Who?" said his wife, who was sitting at the table, rummaging through the sewing basket. As soon as Jiang left home, she did some sewing and mending work to support herself and her son.

"I'm back. Jiang Corpse's voice was loud, because he was happy in his heart.

The door opened suddenly, and the woman held on to the door frame, tears already welling up in her eyes. She missed the voice and the man so much.

"Wow" she threw herself into Jiang Zhiyi's arms and cried, seeing him, the fear of these days was worth it.

"I miss you. "She is not a lady, and she doesn't know how to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is just an ordinary mountain village girl, but this sentence is more moving than any poem in the world.

The most sincere feelings in the world are simple and unpretentious.

"Xiaoru, I miss you too. Jiang corpse hugged his wife, feeling guilty.

"You haven't eaten, come into the house, I'll fry you a few dishes. "Whenever she cares about him the most.

Jiang took his wife's hand and walked in, and saw his son on the bed playing with rattles and windmills, which he had bought for his son when he left home.

"Come over here and let Daddy see it. Jiang Corpse beckoned.

The little boy turned his head to look at him, his eyes were full of strangeness, and he turned his head to play with the windmill as if nothing had happened, treating Jiang's corpse as air.

"Hey, my son doesn't know me anymore after being away for too long. He sighed, a little disappointed in his heart, but he also understood that it was his own fault, how could he blame the child?

The little boy saw Mu Jian's eyes shining, and he jumped out of bed and ran over. Standing in front of Jiang Corpse, he looked up at his mother with a pleading look in his eyes. I think that Xiaoru is very strict with him on weekdays, and he doesn't dare to ask for other people's things easily.

Jiang Corpse smiled and said, "Give it to you, do you like it?" took his son's hand and put the wooden sword in his hand.

"Thank you, uncle. ”

Jiang Corpse was stunned for a moment, and the feeling in his heart was difficult to speak, and the word "uncle" made him very dissatisfied with himself. The son is five years old, and he has not fulfilled his father's responsibilities.

Xiaoru squatted down and touched her son's little head, "One is Daddy." ”

"Daddy?" A man frowned slightly, looked at the man in front of him, bit his lip, "Daddy hug" He opened his arms, Jiang Corpse picked up his son and kissed him on the little face.

"You play with your son, I'll cook. Xiaoru lifted the curtain and walked into the kitchen.

After a while, she came out with food, and there were no good things at home, just potatoes and cabbage. Jiang Corpse was happy to eat, and every man's favorite food must be the food cooked by his wife.

Watching her husband gobble up, Xiaoru smiled and said, "Eat slowly, there are no big fish and meat, and potatoes and cabbage are enough." ”

Jiang didn't raise his head, but there were tears in his eyes, "I love potatoes and cabbage." ”

After a while, the plates and bowls were empty, "Ahhhhh

Xiaoru smiled happily and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Don't be busy, let's take a break. As soon as Jiang Corpse walked over and hugged her, his heart was full and rich. Suddenly thought of the gold ingots on his waist, "Come here, I'll show you something good." ”

"What is so mysterious?" Xiao Ru said with a smile, she knew in her heart that although her husband was an official lieutenant, he was honest, and the most valuable thing in his body was the waist knife issued by the imperial court, how could there be any good things.

Jiang Corpse pulled his wife to the bed, untied his waist bag, and the gold ingots fell on the bed one after another like ripe fruits.

"This, this ......" Xiao Ru was stunned, and then pointed at her husband with a flushed face and said, "Did you do something unreasonable?"

Jiang Corpse said wrongly: "No, this is a holy reward." ”

Xiao Ru asked in surprise, "Have you made a meritorious service?"

"It's a great achievement!" Jiang Corpse said proudly

Xiao Ru sat on the edge of the bed, she had never seen so many gold ingots in her life, and carefully picked up one, "This is all ours?"

"Of course, there will be more in the future. Jiang Zhiyi also sat down.

Suddenly, my wife sighed and said, "But how can you spend this old money?"

"Spend as much as you want, go to the market tomorrow and buy some new clothes, then change to a big house, and hire two more girls for you. You won't have to be so tired in the future. Jiang Zhiyi watched his son wield a wooden sword on the ground.

"I'm a little worried, will you become bad with money?" Xiaoru looked at her husband with a straight face. For a woman, food and clothing are not the most important thing, what they care about most is the man who can grow old with them.

"I swear not. As soon as Jiang Corpse took his wife's hand, she could make a good life when she had money. The most important thing is that the money is clean and will not tarnish this simple and kind woman.

At this time, there was another knock on the door.