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"In fact, it's good to have an elder at home who is like a master, who is both strict and loving." Xu Zize's voice suddenly broke the silence. Jing Chunxi opened his eyes slightly and looked at him.

She smiled slightly and said softly, "It's good! Not just me. At least there's someone to discuss things with mother." Jing Chunxi was in a good mood at the moment. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I thought Pu Ge'er would be depressed for a while after the severance of the relationship. With his master, he doesn't seem to feel the pain of losing his father."

When the word "father" was mentioned, Jing Chunxi suddenly realized something and looked up at Xu Zize with a sudden displeasure. Her eyes were full of vigilance, and she said coldly, "What do you want to say?"

Similar words, almost the same meaning, this is the second time Xu Zize has mentioned it. What are the implications of this?

Xu Zize didn't look at Jing Chunxi's gaze, but kept staring at the stone slab in front of him. "All sincerity is worth treating sincerely."

He suddenly moved his chin slightly outward and placed it on his right knee, also very close to Jing Chunxi's left knee, with a comforting tone in his voice.

"No one should dwell on past mistakes, and no one should use other people's disdain to punish their future." Their heads almost bumped together, but Jing Chunxi still found him puzzled.

Xu Zize continued, "Just like if you missed it once, you should firmly grasp the right present and not miss the right person." Jing Chunxi frowned slightly, his heart full of doubts.

Xu Zize thought for a moment and continued, "Xi'er must trust the judgment of the old general and the old lady."

Jing Chunxi...

Xu Zize: "Xi'er is very kind! She will definitely understand the elders' painstaking efforts."

Jing Chunxi patted his butt and stood up, "Let's go back!"

She really didn't like this kind of riddle, and she didn't like his downcast look even more. This fragmented and vague speech left her confused, and it was really not what Brother Xiaokang should think.

She sighed slightly, thinking to herself: What is he thinking?

However, she vaguely realized that Brother Xiaokang should now be aware of the gap in status between them.

Was he trying to distance himself from her, either overtly or covertly? But was he also worried about hurting her?

"No matter what happens, Xier, you must be strong, and carefully analyze right and wrong, and never be sad." When she said this, she had already walked to the house where Jing Chunxi lived.

Xu Zize wanted to hug her shoulders, to comfort her, and to say to her, "You still have me!"

Unexpectedly, Jing Chunxi said "know", then turned around with a muffled voice, the door slammed shut, and Xu Zize's outstretched hands fell empty.

He stood there in a daze, his eyes full of helplessness and loss.

……

It took Jing Chunxi and his companions six days of boating from Leizhou to reach Jiangmen. It was a long journey because they were eager to return home.

Jing Chunxi was fine, he was just a little anxious because he wanted to see his grandparents as soon as possible.

But Jing Changjiang was different. Only he could understand the eagerness he felt at seeing his parents and all his relatives soon. It could be said that it was a long-awaited reunion after the separation of life and death.

Along the way, the boat shuttled through the waves, the sea breeze whistled, and the waves hit the hull, making bursts of noise. Although tired from the journey, Jing Chunxi's heart was filled with anticipation for the upcoming reunion.

However, due to the insufficient depth of the sea, the ship could not dock at the pier of Yamen Village and could only dock at Tianma Danjia Fishing Village.

Tianma Village and Yamen Village share the same coastline. Although the distance between them seems close, there is no direct road between them. After getting off the boat, the team first arranged to pack up the entire convoy and then head to the county town to resettle some people.

This process took most of the day. When they returned in simple clothes, the sun had already set, and the afterglow cast on the sea, making the waves sparkle.

When we entered Yamen Village, it was already the sixth day of July.

The sun has set, the sky is dyed a light orange, and a breeze blows, bringing a hint of coolness.

Jing Chunxi only brought Chuntao, Hongfen, Zhengyue and Xiaoman with him; Jing Yi and Chuyi, as well as three guards were responsible for driving the carriage, while Jing Changjiang rode a horse and also served as a guard.

They were exhausted from the journey, and the carriage bumped along the country road, raising dust. The wheels rolled over the gravel road, making a "crunching" sound, as if telling of the hardships of the journey.

When they arrived at the village entrance, it was lunchtime and the village was exceptionally quiet, with few villagers around.

The door of the Jing family was open. Although someone had informed them in advance, they did not have a large group of relatives coming out to welcome them as they had expected.

She felt a little disappointed, but quickly adjusted her mood, got out of the car with a smile, and greeted the three people standing on both sides of the door: "Uncle Little Grandfather, Second Cousin, and Silang."

"Cousin Xi!"

When the second cousin and Silang heard Jing Chunxi's voice, they showed surprise on their faces and hurried over to greet him.

Grandpa Xiaobei also walked forward quickly, with a smile on his face, and said enthusiastically: "Miss, you are back, please come in quickly, I will ask someone to pack up your things." As he spoke, he gestured for her to go in first.

"The food is ready. The old general and the old lady have been waiting for you for a long time." A familiar and kind female voice came from the side, and Jing Chunxi only then noticed that there was another person at the door. She looked up and saw it was Nanny Wang. Nanny Wang looked much the same as she had two years ago, only her face had a few more traces of time, but her voice was still full of energy.

She raised her hand to touch Jing Chunxi's head, but ultimately stopped in mid-air, a look of reluctance and heartache in her eyes.

"Second Young Master, Fourth Young Master, Grandpa Xiaobei, and Nanny Wang." Chun Tao, who had already gotten out of the car, greeted them with a bow, her voice full of respect. Although Xiao Man and the others were unfamiliar with the people before them, they followed suit and saluted.

Nanny Wang and Grandpa Xiaobei both waved for them to come in, but Jing Chunxi suddenly stopped and turned to look in the direction of her uncle, Erlang and Silang.

Jing Changjiang, dressed as a guard, and the other three guards dismounted and stood beside the carriage. Jing Changjiang leaned in front, saying nothing but keeping his eyes on Erlang and Silang.

The three of them exchanged glances, and though there were no words, their emotions were clearly conveyed. Jing Chunxi saw the expressions of his cousins ​​and knew they had understood that the red-faced man in disguise was their father.

She felt a little emotional in her heart, but soon regained her composure and said softly, "Come in."

Finally, Jing Changjiang dropped the reins, took a few steps forward, put his arm around one of his sons' shoulders and pushed him toward the gate, smiling and saying, "You've grown up."

Erlang and Silang were excited, their eyes full of excitement and admiration. They were pushed forward by their father all the way, and they looked back at their father's strange yet familiar face from time to time, with tears in their eyes.

Their hearts were shouting: Daddy is back!