An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

Going further, you will reach Guangning County of Zhaoqing County.

The lush forests are far away from the official roads. The layers of mountains are not too high and appear to be more graceful and beautiful. Although they do not have the majestic grandeur of the famous mountains and rivers in the north, the scenery is still pleasant.

The people I met along the way all spoke in soft voices, with frequent nasal sounds and common repetition of words. Their tone was soft and delicate, with a touch of soft Chinese charm, and sounded very much like singing. The length and pitch of the ending notes could convey the emotional color of the language, making people feel very comfortable and friendly listening to them. Even the occasional quarrel between young wives was more pleasant to the ears than the singing of the rough northerners.

But sometimes it’s hard to have a conversation with them, especially the older ones. If you speak slowly, they can understand you, but if they don’t repeat themselves several times and use gestures, you can’t understand what they mean.

Silang often used the dialect he had just learned to amuse the two little dumplings, making everyone laugh. The little dumplings would hide in their aunt's arms, jumping up and down with laughter.

at night,

Guangning Post Station,

Just when everyone was about to fall asleep, there was a knock on the door.

The knock on the door was very light, but in the quiet night, the people in the house heard it very clearly. Everyone was nervous, but they pricked up their ears, held their breath but said nothing.

When the second knock on the door sounded, even those who were usually more cautious could hear the rhythm of the knocking.

Knock three times, knock three more times, and then knock once after a pause: "Knock knock knock~knock knock~knock!"

As soon as the voice fell, Grandpa Xiaobei and Dalang jumped up almost at the same time. As soon as Dalang got out of bed, he rushed over in front of Grandpa Xiaobei and opened the door. Almost at the same time, Jing Yongcheng sat up. The old lady next to him grabbed his hand a little excitedly and struggled to sit up.

Jing Yongcheng: "Hurry up, light the lamp."

They usually go to sleep when it gets dark after being tired during the day, but they still have oil lamps, which they rarely use.

A man in black, wrapped tightly all over his body, squeezed in. Dalang closed the door again and said in a surprised voice, "It's Dad!"

Sugar Frosting skillfully lit an oil lamp, and the bean-sized flame immediately filled the entire bunk bed.

Except for the two little kids who were already fast asleep, everyone sat up.

Zhuang got out of bed and stood on the cold floor without wearing shoes. She stared at the tall and burly man motionlessly, not daring to go forward and feeling a little at a loss.

"Dad!" Silang also rushed out, and without even looking carefully to see if it was his father, he hugged the dusty body.

Man: "It's me!"

The voice was hoarse, but familiar to everyone.

Erlang immediately supported his mother Zhuang, worried that she was too excited to stand steadily. The two of them kept their eyes on the person who came in.

"Son!"

"Yangtze!"

"Uncle!"

"Big brother!"

"Uncle!"

"father!"

……

The shouts were suppressed and not loud, but the surprise and excitement filled the room like the lights and rushed towards the doors and windows.

The man in black came in and quickly took off his cloak and threw it away. He also threw the mask covering his face to the ground, revealing his bearded face.

He took a few quick steps towards his parents, followed the sound, and swung his hands, then knelt on his knees with a thud, calling out emotionally twice: "Dad! ~~ Mom!"

This cry moved everyone present, and the tears that they had been holding back began to flow.

My uncle Jing Changjiang is still as tall and strong as before, but now he looks like a savage, with a beard two inches long. Under the dim oil lamp, you can still see his bright eyes, but he has lost a lot of weight, and his face looks more angular and a little cold.

"Son!" The old lady stretched out her hand to him, and Yin hurried forward to help her put on her cotton jacket.

Jing Changjiang took the hand that the old lady extended to him, gently pulled him up, and stood up.

Then, without waiting for his parents to call him, he sat between the two of them. Everyone gathered around him, and Jing Chunxi was no exception and moved forward, but was still squeezed outside.

Erlang hurried back to his bed and pulled out a thin cotton coat that he had not had time to put on, put it on himself and squeezed next to his father. Dalang had been standing behind his father since he walked in from the door, and now he was watching from a distance, calm and composed.

"Your unfilial son has been waiting here for two days, and finally I see you." The nine-foot-tall man's eyes were slightly red, his nose was sore, and his voice was filled with tears. He didn't know how to speak.

"How many people have returned? Have they all been resettled?" Jing Yongcheng was a little worried when he saw that no one followed him in, so he asked hurriedly.

"This place is very close to Wuzhou County. We walked along the mountain roads. I didn't let them stop and went there directly. I left a few people to follow me, looking forward to seeing my parents." As he spoke, he looked around and saw several children, Zhuang, and all the family members.

Jing Changjiang let the old lady stroke his shoulders, then he put one of his hands on his old father's knee and shook his hand towards him.

He continued, "On the fifth day after receiving your report, we found an excuse to go through a neighboring country, but it took a long detour, otherwise we would have arrived long ago."

Although they all had to disguise themselves and walk in batches, they were military men after all and had excellent horses, so they were much faster than them. That was why they walked farther and got ahead of them.

"It's good that everyone is here. You should settle down well and don't alert the authorities." Alerting the authorities was what Jing Yongcheng was most worried about. After all, he brought a lot of people with him, and one move could affect the entire body.

"Where's Sister Xi? I just heard Zhou Wei say she came along too."

Hearing his uncle mention himself, Jing Chunxi hurriedly squeezed in. Jing Mingyue moved aside and pushed her forward. Silang was also pulled out by Dalang, but he didn't even feel warm when he just got close to his father. He looked extremely reluctant, struggling a little but didn't dare to say a word.

"Sister Xi has suffered."

As soon as Jing Chunxi moved forward, he was hugged tightly by his uncle. There was a sour smell on Jing Changjiang's body, and he probably hadn't taken a shower during the journey, but Jing Chunxi didn't hide at all.

Looking up at him, Jing Chunxi called softly, "Uncle!"

Jing Changjiang added, "You've grown taller. The last time your uncle saw you, you were only this small."

Being compared to a three-inch nail, Jing Chunxi blushed in embarrassment. Jing Mingyue saw a gap and squeezed in the direction of her father, afraid that he would not notice her. This subtle movement was also noticed by Jing Changjiang, who also reached out to her, patted her arm, and praised her: "Our Mingyue has grown up."

This made Jing Mingyue cry out in frustration. She fell on his knees and cried out several times, "Daddy."