A two-in-a-small courtyard, the stream flowing down from the mountain passes through the courtyard, gathers into a pond in the corner of the front yard, and then flows out of the courtyard wall from the rockery, and flows into the stream behind the village. This is a pool of live water, covering an area of ​​about 100 square meters. When the breeze blows, the water on the pool is rippling, sparkling, and has a unique charm.

The front yard covers an area of ​​about a thousand square meters and has two independent courtyards.

A bright hall is located in the courtyard, and you can see the pavilion beside the pond from the house.

"Alang is back!"

Yang Moli walked into the yard and shouted loudly.

But before his voice fell, he heard a barking of dogs and four dogs ran out of the yard.

Their loud barking made Hai Dongqing immediately feel alert. With a whirlwind of eagle, they rose from Yang Shouwen's shoulder and spread their wings in the air.

"Dayu, don't move."

Yang Shouwen was startled and shouted loudly.

Since ancient times, hawks and dogs have been natural enemies.

When the four dogs saw Hai Dongqing in the air, they immediately raised their heads and barked.

Without waiting for Yang Moli to come forward, Yang Shouwen ran over and squatted down and shouted: "Wukong, Bajie, Sha Monk, Xiao Bailong... Come here."

Hearing Yang Shouwen's voice, the four dogs immediately stopped barking.

The dog with pure white fur in the lead was Wukong. After half a year of sight, Wukong had grown up and had the style of a senior brother. He took three dogs and stared at Yang Shouwen for a few seconds, then ran over and turned around Yang Shouwen twice. After twitching his nose twice, he made a cheerful cry. The four dogs desperately wanted to squeeze into Yang Shouwen's arms. Wukong was too big and gained the upper hand. He pierced his head into Yang Shouwen's arms and made a whimper.

The other three dogs used their own methods and all rushed over.

Yang Shouwen couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand and rubbed Wukong and Bajie's heads for a while, and then got close to Monk Sha and Xiao Bailong. Seeing that the four dogs were not hostile, Da Yu landed on Jinzi's back and raised his head.

"Shizi!"

A surprise sounded.

Yang Shouwen looked up and saw Yang wearing a floral jacket and skirt, showing a look of surprise on his face. Tears flashed even more in his eyes.

"Aunt!"

Yang Shouwen stood up and took two steps quickly, but suddenly stopped, showing a look of shame.

"Auntie, I'm sorry."

He lowered his head and did not even dare to touch Yang's gaze.

But Yang walked up and hugged her in his arms. Yang lowered his head a little more than Yang Shouwen, but gently patted Yang Shouwen's back and whispered: "Esie Zi, my aunt knows it. It's not your fault! You have suffered from the severe cold in the north of the border for half a year. You said everything about your uncle's letter, and he also said, "Esie Zi, you will definitely find a way to find a way to get your young mother back."

Weizi, enough, enough! Auntie doesn’t blame you, it’s the young lady’s fate that she is destined to have such a disaster.”

"ah?"

Yang's eyes were filled with tears and he said softly: "Do you still remember Master Xuanshuo from Maitreya Temple?

When he was in Changping, he once showed his young lady a picture, saying that she would be born with a disaster but not in danger.

My aunt didn’t believe it before, but now she believes it…you don’t have to worry, one day, my young mother will come back to find us.”

Master Xuanshuo?

Yang Shouwen knew about this person, but he was no longer impressed.

Seeing Yang like this, he felt even more guilty and said softly: "Don't worry, aunt, I will definitely find my young mother back."

"Yeah, my aunt believes in you!"

Yang finally calmed down and let go of Yang Shouwen.

"Go and see Alang, he misses you very much."

"Um!"

Yang Shouwen nodded and was about to speak, but he heard a timid voice sounding in his ears.

"Brother, you're back."

Looking down, it was Yang Qingnu.

She came to Yang Shouwen at some point, and her little hands pulled Yang Shouwen's clothes, with a strong look of joy on her face.

On the porch in front of the main hall, Song took Song Sanlang and Song Ping, looking at him with a smile.

At the door of the courtyard next to it, there was a woman standing next to her, holding two children. The two children were quite eye-catching, but Yang Shouwen recognized that the woman was Song Sanlang's wife. They were all here, and they were all here!

Yang Shouwen squatted down and hugged Yang Qingnu in his arms.

"Yes, I'm back!"

"Brother, Qingnu misses you so much... If you are not at home, my father always has a calm face. Sometimes he will scold people when he is drunk, Qingnu is so scared!"

With Yang Shouwen's embrace, the grievances that were accumulated in Qingnu's heart seemed to have found a way to vent.

She hugged Yang Shouwen tightly and burst into tears.

On the porch, Song's eyes were red, but the smile on his face was particularly bright.

"Be good to Qingnu, my eldest brother is back, and my father won't be drunk and crazy in the future."

"Yeah." Qingnu cried like a little cat, which made Yang Shouwen's clothes wet. He simply picked up Qingnu, and the little cat-like face also showed a smile. Brother, he still cherished Qingnu very much.

"Yizi, you're back."

Yang Shouwen stood up and Song walked forward.

"My mother, thank you for your hard work in the past six months."

Song wanted to say it was not hard, but when this came to his mouth, it turned into two lines of tears and burst into tears.

She knows whether it is hard or not.

After Yang Shouwen left, it seemed that the sky had collapsed at home.

Before he knew it, Yang Shouwen had already supported the Yang family for half of the day. When he left, Yang Chenglie was left alone. When he was in Changping, the feeling of the sky falling was not obvious. But after he arrived in Xingyang, this feeling became clearer. Yang Chenglie was working hard to support this family, but he lacked a stabilizing needle that could make him feel at ease. When Yang Shouwen was there, his effect was not obvious. When Yang Shouwen left, Yang Chenglie became more and more irritable.

The remaining Song family was only able to maintain it because their brothers followed her.

The feeling of living in the heart of the Central Plains was not as beautiful as she imagined. When she came to Xingyang, she felt the pressure of life even more.

"My mother won't cry anymore, I'm back."

"Yes, I feel much more at ease when you come back."

"Where is my father?"

Song was stunned and wiped away the tears from his face.

"Your dad is in the backyard... In fact, he was the first to come here just now, but he couldn't get over the face, so he locked himself in the house. You don't know that when you leave, your dad doesn't look like a smile on his face all day long.

He cares about you very much and misses you very much, but he doesn't know what to do.

Two days ago, he received a letter from your uncle Guan. He was so happy that he was drunk. You go see him and give him a step... Haha, when you ran away secretly and then went out of the border, he felt very embarrassed."

Yang Shouwen smiled, nodded, bent down and placed Qingnu on the ground.

"San uncle, Brother Ping, thank you."

Yang Shouwen bowed to Song Sanlang and Song Ping, and the father and son were shocked, and quickly waved their hands and gave way to the side.

When they came to Xingyang, they learned about Yang Shouwen's life experience.

The Zheng family in Xingyang! That is a wealthy family that is not inferior to the Lu family. Yang Shouwen's biological mother was actually the daughter of the Zheng family. This surprised Song Sanlang, and at the same time he made up his mind to try to get along with Yang Shouwen...

"I'll go see my father."

Yang Shouwen took off the gun bag on his body and handed it to Yang Moli.
Chapter completed!