My magic stick is going to heaven!

Another year of Ching Ming Festival, Wen Changlang and his governor have been together for five years.

At this time, they were standing shoulder to shoulder at the entrance of Wenjia Town, but Wen Changlang was still afraid to take the first step.

The Wen family finally fell.

Since the last World War I, the townspeople in Wenjia Town have died and fled. In short, this place has become a deserted town with no people in it.

I can't tell what it feels like, but I just feel very blocked and uncomfortable.

Shang Yanzhou grabbed his hand, just like the past five years, holding it tightly, his voice was calm, with an intoxicating power:

"Don't be sad, you have to believe them, they must all be alive somewhere."

Wen Changlang shook his head, and smiled heavily:

"I'm not sad, I just feel sorry for them, and I didn't fulfill my responsibility."

Shang Yanzhou didn't speak, just led him and walked in slowly.

The houses on both sides were covered with moss, and the streets were also full of green plants. I passed by without seeing a single person.

Wen Changlang took a deep breath, and then said to Shang Yanzhou: "Go to the Yinyang shop, and offer incense sticks."

"Ah."

Back at Yinyang Shop, Wen Changlang looked up at the plaque in the middle, and found that it was even more dilapidated, and the basalt stone elephants on both sides were also covered with moss. Without thinking, he turned his head and said to Shang Yanzhou:

"Master Governor, let's renovate the Yin Yang Shop."

Shang Yanzhou nodded, and said, "Well, I'll contact you when I get back."

Pushing open the door and entering, there was no musty smell as expected, but a faint smell of incense. The two looked at each other, and then Wen Changlang suddenly pulled his legs and ran to the ancestral hall.

When he saw the figure in front of the ancestral hall, he was stunned.

The people in the ancestral hall also heard the voice and turned around. After a moment of silence, Wen Changlang threw a person into his arms.

Wen Changlang spoke with some difficulty: "Wen...soft..."

Gentleness just does this instinctively, instinctively hugs the person in front of him tightly, without speaking, tears have blurred his vision.

"Brother Lang, Brother Lang...Rou Rou thought that she would never find her family again, woo...Brother Lang."

Yes, they are family.

Wen Changlang raised his head and hugged the person in his arms tightly, his eyes were scarlet.

The fragmented Wenjia Town, scattered relatives.

Wen Changlang pushed Wen Rou away a little, tapped the tip of her nose, and said with a chuckle:

"How old are you and still cry."

Rourou burst into tears and laughed: "Brother Lang, I didn't expect to see you here again. I...I come back every year to offer incense, but...but never...never met anyone."

The gentle voice was choked with sobs, and she laughed, but she still kept shedding tears:

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

Wen Changlang touched the top of her hair affectionately, and said in a doting tone:

"Well, Rourou has grown up and become more beautiful."

"Yeah, I've become prettier." Shang Yanzhou who came over later had a warm and elegant smile on his face.

Ruan Xun looked over at the reputation, and then jumped in surprise, excitedly tugging at Wen Changlang's sleeves:

"Brother Shang! You are here!"

Wen Changlang: "Yes, your big brother Shang is also there, by the way, who are they?"

Wen Changlang pointed to the one big and one small who looked blank behind Wen Rou.

After being reminded by Wen Changlang, Rourou finally came to his senses and introduced to them:

"This is my husband, this is my child, Ah Hai, he is my brother, this is Brother Shang, my brother's friend."

The man named Ah Hai looks very simple, showing a very simple and honest smile to Wen Changlang:

"Hello brother!"

Wen Changlang smiled at him, then looked down at the little one who had just reached his knees, raised his head and asked Wen Rou:

"How old is your son? So cute."

Speaking of her child, she smiled softly and happily:

"Three years old, baby, call me uncle."

Gentle picked up the child and taught him to call him uncle.Wen Changlang teased the children for a while, and then walked into the ancestral hall with them.

The ancestral hall is very clean, and the memorial tablets have been wiped so that there is no dust at all.

Wen Changlang said gratefully: "Thank you, Rourou."

She smiled softly: "Thank you, we are all a family, I am just doing my job."

Wen Changlang's voice was hoarse and murmured:

"Yes, they are all family."

After the worship, they chatted with each other about many things after they separated, tenderly choked up for a while, and lost control of their emotions.

"Many times, I feel like a rootless person, like duckweed, adrift and helpless. My former relatives are gone, and only myself is left, very lonely and helpless."

Wen Changlang wiped the tears on her face with some distress:

"Rourou, do you blame me for not protecting you well?"

Wen Rou cried and shook her head: "No wonder, A Niang said, family members should be considerate and tolerant of each other."

Wen Changlang: "well, family, Rourou, from now on, we are each other's family."

Gentle: "We were originally family."

At noon, Ruan Rou and the others were about to leave, because they said that no one took care of the food at home.

Before leaving, Wen Changlang gave her a lot of talismans for her to hold, and then told her to remember to come to the Shenjing Shang Mansion to find him during the New Year and holidays.

Gentleness responded one by one.

In the end, Wen Changlang took out a piece of protective jade from nowhere and put it on the gentle child's neck

"This piece of jade has been blessed by my spiritual power, no matter how many years it takes, it will keep him safe after wearing it."

"Thank you, Brother Lang."

Wen Changlang smiled lightly, he wished he could give her all the good things, this sister he owed a lot to.

After Rourou left, Wen Changlang and Shang Yanzhou walked slowly up the mountain, and followed the familiar road to the swing where they had come before.

Sitting on the swing, looking at the Wenjia Town below, Wen Changlang smiled softly:

"Master Governor, tell me, after many years, will there be smoke from cooking here again?"

"Will do."

"Yes, I will."

The two sat side by side on the swing, and when they kicked their feet, the swing was thrown out and flew up. When it reached the highest point, Shang Yanzhou tilted her head and kissed Wen Changlang. The soft touch was very sweet under the mountain wind. very sweet.

At night, they lived in Yinyangpu.

Shang Yanzhou glanced at the familiar wooden bed meaningfully, and then said quietly: "I remember, this is our first time."

Wen Changlang gave him a blank look: "Think of something shameless."

Shang Yanzhou hugged him, leaned over to Wen Changlang's sensitive earlobe and gnawed carefully, with a deep and hoarse voice: "Don't you, don't you want to reminisce?"

Wen Changlang refused indifferently: "I don't want to."

Shang Yanzhou persisted: "But I want to."

……

In the end, they still spent the whole night on this wooden bed.

After calming down, Shang Yanzhou's eyes full of love naturally revealed, he lowered his head and kissed away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said a sweet love word in a hoarse voice: "In this life, we will live together, and in the next life, I will find you .”

Wen Changlang: "Okay."