Entering the house, Sun Hao looked at the familiar furnishings inside, and couldn't help but tears welled up again, almost crying again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

His mother grabbed his arm tightly, as if she was afraid that he would be gone, and choked up: "Child, let Weiniang take a good look." ”

As he spoke, he looked at his face and said, "Thin, and dark, you have suffered outside all these years, why didn't you come back earlier, you have to worry about the death of your mother." ”

Sun Hao's father smiled and said: "Child, look at you, why did the child pull him as soon as he came back, crying and letting others see the joke." ”

When the third uncle and the others saw this, they all smiled and said: "Second brother, it's good that Hao'er is back, it's too late for us to be happy, where can we see the jokes, let's go back and don't disturb your family reunion." ”

So saying, they went out of the house, and went to their own homes.

Sun Hao wiped away his tears and told his father and mother about his experience, but he didn't dare to say anything about his cultivation, he just said that he was captured by robbers and escaped during this time.

The father and mother were naturally thrilled to hear it, and worried about Sun Hao from time to time.

After listening to Sun Hao's story, the two immediately got busy, slaughtered chickens and sheep, and laid a sumptuous meal for Sun Hao after a while.

The three of them sat around the dining table and had a beautiful meal, and after the meal, the mother went to wash the dishes without mentioning it, and Sun Hao sat with his father again, pulling up the family routine.

Everyone in the village also heard the news of Sun Hao's return, and they came to visit, keeping him busy for a day.

He was busy this day, his feet did not touch the ground, and his mind slowly forgot his true identity, as if he really had spent more than ten years in Xuelong Village, and there was nothing else at all.

It was getting dark, and Sun Hao fell asleep in his room, pillowing his familiar pillow with wheat husk, and the familiar desk beside him, and sleeping very sweetly.

He had an extraordinarily long dream this night, in which he became an immortal and settled in a sect called Qizhumen, and then all kinds of monsters that looked like monkeys, fighting on the battlefield, Song Ling'er, sect destruction, medicine valley, ice cave......

These things happened one after another, but in the dream, he was like a bystander, watching an immortal with the same name as himself survive in the cultivation realm.

Until in the end, this immortal with the same name died under a long whip of a knotted immortal, and his body was exposed to the wilderness, and he was eaten by wild beasts into a skeleton.

When the dream was here, he woke up, and saw that the sun outside had risen very high and was shining warmly on his body.

He couldn't help but frown strangely, this dream was strange, as if it had really happened.

Curiously, he made a seal in his hand that he had learned in a dream, but nothing happened.

It was really a dream of Nan Ke, he couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly, got up and got out of bed.

Breakfast was ready, his mother smiled and told him to finish washing, and the three of them sat around the small table, drinking porridge, and eating fragrant steamed buns with the pickles of the farmer.

After dinner, Sun Hao and his father went to the field to serve their own few acres of paddy fields, and did not come back until noon.

At this time, my sister also heard the news of her return, returned home, and followed a naïve young man, calling her uncle with a smile.

A few people sighed again, Sun Hao looked at the slim little girl in front of him, and the corners of Le's mouth couldn't close.

The following days became normal, every day Sun Hao went down to the field to serve his farmland, and from time to time he went up to the mountains to hunt with his father, who was an old hunter, and the days were still enjoyable.

Until one day, he saw a family of three coming from the entrance of the village on his farmland, carrying large bags and small bags, and two old men followed by a handsome girl.

When the girl saw Sun Hao staring at her, she couldn't help but blush, and she was so ashamed that she didn't even dare to raise her head.

It turned out that they had fled from other places and wanted to settle here. Seeing that they were pitiful, the kind-hearted old village chief agreed to their request and let them live in the place.

Sun Hao will have one more item in his agenda in the future, running to the family's house every day, asking questions, but the drunkard does not mean to drink, of course, it is this girl who is like a flower and jade.

After this, there is more scenery on the grain field at the entrance of the village, every full moon day, the people in the village can see a pair of beautiful people sitting there admiring the moon, snuggling together, like a pair of golden boys and girls.

A year later, Sun Hao and her marriage was decided, on the day of the wedding, Sun Hao drank a lot of wine, drunk and unconscious, only remembered that the moon was extraordinarily round that night, and the people that night were exceptionally beautiful.

Next, Sun Hao's family moved into the main house and officially became the head of the family.

Another year passed, and there was a sudden sound of children crying in the courtyard of the Sun family, and Sun Hao, who was anxiously rubbing his hands in the courtyard, heard this voice, and hurriedly leaned towards the door, and asked happily: "Is it a boy?"

But he was pushed out by the midwife with a smile and scolded: "I gave birth to a daughter, I am a daughter, and the mother and daughter are safe!"

"Hahahaha......" Sun Hao laughed, "I have a daughter, I have a daughter! No, I have to think of a name for her." ”

As he spoke, he took out the bookbox he read when he was a teenager, and took out a dusty "Thousand Character Text" from it, opened it and looked at it for a long time, before patting his thigh and saying: "Just call her Sun Zhongling, what do you say!"

The children in the room seemed to hear it, and when they knew they had a name, they let out a loud cry that caused everyone to laugh.

Slowly, another three years passed, and Xiao Zhongling was able to run like a gust of wind underground, and the old people in the village gradually passed away.

And Sun Hao's father and mother gradually revealed their old state, becoming a pair of old men and old ladies.

The burden of the family is all on him, it is when the old and the young are young, and they can only work hard outside every day, so that the family can live a good life.

At this time, his wife gave birth to a son for him, named Sun Zhongjie.

By the time Xiao Zhongjie could barely walk, Sun Hao's father died.

It was the cold winter moon, and several strong men in the village carried the coffin to the cemetery on the mountain.

The mother cried very sadly, this man who had been with her for decades and never said a sweet word to her, but always stood silently in front of her, has now disappeared from this world.

Sun Hao accompanied her to kneel in front of the grave for a day, and only when it was getting late did he carry her down the mountain.

When he went down the mountain, his mother held his hand tightly and didn't dare to let go at all, as if she was afraid that he would run away.

Sun Hao found out at this time that his mother was such a fragile woman, so fragile that as long as there was no one around to shelter her from the wind and rain, he gently patted his mother's arm and said softly: "Mother, I will be by your side and will never leave." ”

But he couldn't have imagined that this would always be so broken.

Before the New Year's Pass, a few officials came to the city, shouting that the border was urgent, and they went around to catch strong men to build border defenses, but Sun Hao did not dodge and was arrested.

When he was leaving, his mother, his wife and a pair of children came out to see him off, and they stood at the entrance of the village, watching Sun Hao go away, like a few sculptures.

He and a group of strong men in the village were pressed to the border hundreds of miles away from their hometown, where it was a bitterly cold weather, and the water dripping into ice outside, but the government did not send them cotton clothes to protect them from the cold, and let these bitter people tremble in the ice and snow to build border defenses.

Gradually, people began to die, one by one, and at first there were people carrying the dead to bury them, leaving behind a small dirt bag.

But then more and more people froze to death, so they simply dug a big pit on the spot, threw the dead people into it, and when it was full, they covered it with soil, and no one who knew the inside story would know that there were countless souls buried in this flat underground.

Finally, the weather warmed up, and in the spring and March season, the number of people who froze to death gradually decreased, and just when everyone wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, the barbarians came.

They are the greatest enemies of the Song State, living in the bitter cold land, fighting with the Song State for many years, and this time they have come to invade the borders of the Song State.

This battle was fought in the dark, and countless soldiers and soldiers died, corpses were everywhere, and in the end, even Sun Hao, these strong men, were also issued weapons and went to the battlefield.

The next few days were every day, and there were fewer and fewer people around him, and Sun Hao was the only one left among the last fellow villagers.

He collected the personal belongings of these dead fellow villagers every day, and counted them one by one, this is Ergouzi's, this is Niuwa's, this is ......

He wants to make sure that these things are not lost, these are all explanations to their families after returning to their hometowns, so that they can know where their men died.

This battle was fought from spring to autumn, and the barbarians finally retreated, and Sun Hao was finally able to go home.

He returned home with a large bag on his back, Zhong Ling and Zhong Jie were already quite unfamiliar with this bearded man, and they hesitated for a long time before they dared to call their father.

Sun Hao hugged the two children tightly, ignoring their struggles, leaving tears of happiness in the corners of his eyes.

Sun Hao knelt down the day before the grave, touched his mother's tombstone and muttered: "Mother, I'm sorry for you, I said I would accompany you, but in the end I was not by your side when you left, and in the next life, I want to be your son." ”

The next few days continued to go on plainly, the two children grew up day by day, Zhong Jie also began to study in private schools, and Zhong Ling gradually became a slim girl.

Someone began to come to the door to propose, the other party was a dignified young master of a small landlord's family, very polite, and he also behaved very decently in front of Sun Hao and his wife, and it could be seen that he really liked Zhong Ling.

On the day of the wedding, Sun Hao and his wife stood at the head of the village, watching the sedan chair blow and blow away, and couldn't help but feel a trace of gloom, tightened the clothes on their bodies, and murmured: "I'm old, and the years are not forgiving." ”

The wife smiled, pressed the white hair on his head hard, and said with a smile: "Don't say anything that doesn't change, I think you can pick it up well, and you can still kill those yellow flower girls who haven't gone out." ”

Sun Hao smiled faintly, took her hand, and slowly paced home.