When Wang Jingzhe returned to Chaoge, Wang Xianzhi almost responded the same way when he saw him. The old man nodded calmly as usual, and then the father and son spoke in a very peaceful manner just like they had just met yesterday.

While talking, Wang Jingzhe found that Wang Xianzhi seemed to have grown much older, just like the knife on his face that years have been particularly fierce over the past year. A year is equivalent to the past few years.

Wang Jingzhe said, I made you worry, but Wang Xianzhi shook his head calmly, saying that your surname is Wang and you are my son. I should worry about it, and you don’t have to care too much. Parents in the world have never been worried about their children, whether it is a big matter of life and death or small matters such as food, drink, and defecation. You are also a parent now, and you will be able to understand this kind of thought in the future.

After talking about his experience for more than a year, Wang Jingzhe finally told Wang Xianzhi about the village guardians that Xiang Que said. After listening to it, he was silent for a while and then said the following passage.

"Kill credit card? It's said that it's a ancestral teaching, but our Wang family has never understood why we have to be a knife credit card. There is no such industry in the 360 ​​professions, so I really can't understand why the descendants of the Wang family want to do this business, but in the end they have not made it well. Not only do I can't understand, your grandfather, the great master, and the ancestors who have gone up all the way must not understand, but we have no choice but to follow the ancestral teachings and pass on the knife credit card from generation to generation. During your disappearance, I also thought about what if we don't be a knife credit card? Will the retribution come..."

Wang Xianzhi looked at his son and said calmly: "The curse is all in the blood, and it cannot be changed. This is the punishment given to us by God, and it will always be, but the problem of the villagers you mentioned may be an opportunity for change. You are right. People are doing things and God is watching, and God is not blind."

Wang Jingzhe frowned and said, "Do you agree to change the way for a knife credit man in the future?"

Wang Xianzhi said lightly: "Why do people need to be born? Of course, they are to live. If they can't live, they still care about the legacy of ancestors? After all, you have to live for your parents and children. As for legacy, it's all nonsense. Could it be that our ancestors of the Wang family hope that their descendants will be cursed to death by God? So, do whatever you want. If you pass on them from generation to generation in the way of guarding the village, it can change the curse of being punished by God in our blood. There is nothing wrong with you. Uncle Que is right. Should the kitchen knife be credited or credit? It's just a different way..."

Going down, Wang Jingzhe stayed in Chaoge for another two days. During this period, he called Wang Dongzhi and told her that he had gone home. Wang Dongzhi also had no big reaction after hearing it. The style of the Wang family is like this. The sky falls so lightly. The great joys come out, and it is also ordinary. After all, the people of the Wang family are used to major life and death events and have long been used to it.

Two days later, Wang Jingzhe, whose heart had already drifted away, left Chaoge and headed towards Longxi.

After arriving in Longxi, his restless heart jumped up in an unsatisfactory moment, and then he was always hanging in his throat. Wang Jingzhe imagined countless scenes for himself, such as what the child looks like, whether he can speak, and for example, the grass would slapped him on the face.

When he returned to Longxi, Li's mansion. When he was standing at the door, Wang Jingzhe saw Mao Qingshui and Li Lanrong lying in the yard basking in the sun. The couple crossed their legs and drank tea. Life seemed to be quite comfortable.

When they saw Wang Jingzhe standing at the door, they were both stunned. They didn't come back to their senses for a long time, and then kept blinking.

Wang Jingzhe screamed shyly: "Dad, mom? I, I'm back..."

The two of them said "oh", then Mao Qingshui stood up and walked around him, saying, "I thought you would be here in 18 years, but I didn't expect you to be more than ten years earlier than I thought. It's really not easy."

Wang Jingzhe smiled and said, "Mom, I can't help but have something to delay."

Mao Qingshui said angrily: "Don't tell me who is in the world. You have to know what your identity is. You are someone else's father and someone else's husband. Even if there is something big, you have to think about your wife and children."

"Yes, yes." Wang Jingzhe said with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes drooping.

To be honest, when Mao Qingshui and Li Lanrong saw Wang Jingzhe, they didn't get angry, but if you say that he could scold him or beat him up a few times, that was obviously impossible. The two of them also knew that Wang Jingzhe must have something that could not be forced to return for more than a year. Since the person is back now, that's fine, but the anger will definitely not dissipate so easily.

Wang Jingzhe stretched his neck and looked inside a few times, and asked carefully: "Where is the grass?"

"Remarried"

Wang Jingzhe: "..."

Li Lanrong coughed dryly and said, "Stop making trouble, he's back, it's okay to be sarcastic, Xiaocao takes the child to the river to relax, you can go there."

"Uh, then I'll go over and pick them up." Wang Jingzhe quickly turned around and left.

Mao Qingshui snorted in his nose and asked, "What should I eat tonight?"

Wang Jingzhe said, "I will eat whatever you do. Mom, please watch it."

"That's fine, let's scrambled eggs with leeks!"

Wang Jingzhe staggered suddenly and almost fell on the road.

On the edge of the Wei River, it was already spring and the clear river water was rippling. There were several small boats floating on the river, one of which was a woman with long hair sitting on the boat, next to it was a child lying on the boat, waving his hands and screaming.

The woman held a fishing rod in her hand and looked at the water with bored eyes. After a moment, she suddenly said "Oh" and said, "Bao, there is a fish caught. I'll make you a fish soup for my mother tonight... You really do what you do, and you like to drink this broken soup."

It's just a fishing scene, but such a simple scene is the most beautiful painting in the world in Wang Jingzhe. He became obsessed with his eyes, his eyes became moist and then red.

Wang Jingzhe opened his mouth, wanting to greet the people on the small boat on the river, but after opening his mouth several times, he found that he did not make any sound, and his words were blocked when they reached their throats.

It seemed that I felt someone looking at me. The grass that had just dropped the fish turned its head and then saw the person on the shore.
Chapter completed!