Mr. Ksma hummed a little nostalgic song and was serving a pot of inexpensive potted plants, which was his hobby in recent times. The children have grown up, and under the independence of Mason and Dulin, the family has grown up with a desire to rush out of the nest and go to the outside world to explore. He knew that he could not do anything about it, so he began to find some other hobbies for himself, such as taking care of some potted plants that he thought were very good and had connotations.

Most of these potted plants come from farmlands or new branches under a tree. From pruning and cultivating plants that cannot resist or leave the pot, Mr. Ksma seemed to have regained his satisfaction with his desire to control.

He did not have any detailed plans or concepts for the maintenance and pruning of potted plants. He only knew how to make these little things become what he wanted. He held scissors in his hand aiming at a small bud that had just emerged from the chord on the branches. When he was about to take action, the door of the living room was suddenly pushed open very roughly.

Mr. Ksma, who was highly focused on holding scissors for the ideal potted plant, shook his hand, and what was even more deadly was that he cut it down. Looking at the half of the branch on the ground lying motionless, Mr. Ksma was stunned for a while, then put the scissors silently on the table, bent down and picked up the cut branches on the ground with his hands, held them in his hands and looked at them for a few times before turning his eyes to the living room.

He wanted to see who dared to make such a big noise in Mr. Ksma's house so arrogantly. Just as he pushed open the door and was about to scold him, he felt like he had been pressed by someone - he rubbed his eyes, and the muscles on his tight face pounded twice, and his eyes immediately softened, but his face still looked very serious and stereotyped.

"God is above, it's my lovely Dulin who is back!" A figure rushed over from him, pushed away Mason who was smiling and waiting for praise, and hugged Dulin hard in the white bottom and green flowers.

Dulin gently patted the woman's broad and powerful back, "Yes, mom, I'm back." He then looked at Mr. Ksma. Mr. Ksma's emotions had calmed down in a very short time. He walked to the side of the rattan chair and sat down, picked up the water cup and took a bite, took the pipe out of his pocket, held it in his mouth, and glanced at Dulin with a sideways.

With Mrs. Kesma's crying and crying, the house of the Kesma family seemed to come alive. The older brothers and sisters, younger brothers and sisters were like magicians hiding in a corner waiting for the call, and then they all ran out in one breath. They surrounded Dulin and asked one bizarre and exaggerated question after another, but Dulin just smiled and didn't answer.

The reunion after the parting really makes people feel particularly surprising and - strange.

The youngest sister stood up pretty and held the door frame, not leaning over like other brothers and sisters. Her cowardly eyes were filled with an indescribable sense of alienation, and she stood far away. It was only three months, but it was still a little long for the children, so long that Tongxi, who was familiar, became unfamiliar. Du Lin waved to the sister named Lilith, and Lilith moved slowly and leaned over indecisively.

In the mind of this child who was only five years old or four years old, something about Dulin had become a little strange. She looked at Mr. Ksma, who could give her courage in the room, and approached Dulin little by little.

Dulin took out a candy wrapped in kraft paper from his pocket. The girl's eyes suddenly lit up, and the strangeness disappeared without a trace, and she rushed over.

Although sugar is not a luxury, it is not a taste that is cheap enough for everyone to enjoy.

"Look at your appearance... it seems that you are doing well in the city?" Mr. Ksma looked up and down at Dulin and nodded. In fact, he didn't know how much the suit Dulin was wearing could cost, but it probably wouldn't be too bad. Mr. Ksma didn't know that Dulin came back in a car, nor did he know what he did in the town, otherwise he wouldn't be as calm as he is now!

In Mr. Kesma's stereotyped thoughts, this very decent suit may have been rented or borrowed, just to support his face and not be ridiculed by him. Mr. Kesma raised his legs and felt a lot of emotion in his heart. Although it was only three months, Du Lin had many mature things on him, and he also knew that he could cover up his embarrassment and poverty in other ways to comfort his relatives at home.

He let out a long sigh of relief, and the moment he made a sound, the whole family became quiet and everyone looked at him.

"Durin, what are you doing now? Apprentice? Or where to work? Take off your clothes and let your mother put them in, so that they don't get dirty or broken, so as not to cause trouble when they return!" Mr. Ksma pointed to Dulin, "Tell me, how have you lived in the city during this period? Have you encountered anything that cannot be solved, and have you ever thought about coming back?"

In Mr. Kesma's view, Dulin's purpose of returning home at this time was not to "visit relatives", but to go home and test his words. After all, he said so decisively when he left, and now he suddenly wanted to come back, and he was really unbearable in terms of face.

Dulin laughed, but Mr. Kesma still had not changed, as "dictatorial" as ever. He walked to Mr. Kesma, took out a lighter and lit a pipe for him, and said, "Father, I am back this time, hoping to bring some changes to the family!" Dulin looked at Mason, "What I am most curious about now is how Mason became a sheriff."

The sheriff belongs to the police order, but there are some different things. The sheriff's power is actually greater than that of the police, and it is much greater. It is not something that anyone who wants to become a sheriff can become a sheriff. This requires a lot of troublesome recognition and procedures. In addition to serving as a police officer in the town, the sheriff also plays the role of a "soldier". He can even mobilize town people to form a guard and distribute weapons to resist foreign enemies when necessary.

And these were also known after Dulin went to Tener City.

His only thought now is whether he can get Mason to Tyneer and then arrange a pretty decent position for him to escort Dulin's career.

His relationship with Plando is actually quite complicated. On the surface, the relationship between the two parties is OK, but on the surface, the relationship may not be so harmonious. The ten thousand yuan given by Dulin is not so easy to eat. I believe Plando also understands this very well. When he takes less, he takes the initiative, but when he takes too much, his wallet is full, he may not be able to hold on.
Chapter completed!