The sky is getting brighter and it's a new day.

An old man with white hair slowly opened his eyes, got up from the bed with some difficulty, picked up his clothes from the bedside, put them on, and walked out slowly, leaning on the crutch that had been with him for more than ten years.

Room.

"Huh~"

What a beautiful day it was again. The old man breathed in the morning air and carefully observed the color of the clouds in the sky. Years of experience told him that today was another sunny day, perfect for going out.

Slowly walking to the dining room, the old lady had already made breakfast and was sitting at the table, waiting for him to come and have breakfast.

The old man stepped forward, sat on the chair, and began to eat slowly.

After all these years, his wife's cooking still hasn't improved much. When they first got married, he said that more oil could be added to the cooking at home. Her husband is capable, so there is no need to save so much. Add more oil and eat well.

It's better, and I have more strength to work.

But his wife didn't think so. When she was young, she said that to be healthy, she ate so much oil at a young age. When she became fat or sick, she would not have the energy to work.

The old man believed it at that time. After all, he was the backbone of the family and he could not fail no matter what.

Later, when he got older and the children at home grew up, he no longer needed to work by himself. The old man thought that he should be able to eat more oil now.

Unexpectedly, the old woman had something to say again. She said that her husband said that people should not eat too much oil when they are old, otherwise they will get high. In short, it is not good for the health. She has taken care of the old man for most of her life, and she has never been taken care of by the old man.

, You can't let the old man leave early, otherwise you will suffer losses in your life. You must let the old man live for a long time, so that when you have no strength to work, you will still have this bad old man to take care of you.

What he said made the old man have no temper at all and he could only follow his wife's advice.

The life of an old couple is always ordinary. During breakfast, neither of them spoke. They just finished breakfast quietly and slowly.

After eating, the old man stood up, picked up the dishes on the table, put them into the bowl under the table, picked them up, and walked into the kitchen. It was time for him to wash the dishes.

Now the old woman cooks at home, and he is responsible for washing dishes and cleaning.

The old woman learned this from her husband. It is the same for men and women. In the past, when he worked hard outside, she would naturally do all the work at home. But now, the old man no longer has to work outside, so he has to share the work.

Some housework, otherwise it would be too comfortable, and it would lead to old age, and she didn't want her wife to be stupid.

The old man stood by the sink, skillfully picking up the dishes, washing them, and setting them out.

Looking at the clean and tidy dishes in front of him, the old man nodded with satisfaction, as expected of me.

Looking back, the old man suddenly saw the old woman leaning on the kitchen door rail, looking at him.

"You should go to your husband's house today, right."

The old man nodded: "Yes, it's time to pass today."

Six years ago, Xiaoyun asked him for help. So he would go there every other week.

Although you are not actually needed there, after all, people in the village spontaneously go to your husband’s house to clean it every day.

However, Xiaoyun naturally had to fulfill his promise, so he would still go there regularly to visit.

The old woman handed him a big lunch box.

The old man took it, but he was also a little strange: "Why did you give me the lunch box? I always come back before lunch."

The old woman shook her head and said very seriously: "I had a dream last night that my husband was back. You can go and see if he is back today. If he is back, you will have a good meal with him."

The old man felt a little funny after hearing this. This was not the first time the old woman said this. But the old man still nodded to his old woman with a smile on his face: "Okay, if I see Mr. today, I will definitely accompany him well."

Let’s chat, sir, he is a great benefactor to our village.”

After that, the old man carried the lunch box and leaned on a crutch, said goodbye to the old woman, and walked slowly towards the husband's house.

The husband's home is on the outskirts of the village, so the old man needs to walk a long way, but he does not feel tired or tired.

Every time he walked this section of the road, the old man would thank his husband in his heart.

On the fields on the roadside are rows of fields and waterwheels. These were taught to them by their husband. He also taught them arithmetic, astronomy, geography, and many other things.

The old man is getting older and cannot remember many things clearly.

While walking on the road, the old man found that the village was very different today, with many more birds.

The birds that usually hide in the woods all flew into the village today. It seems...it seems that the closer you get to your husband's house, the more birds there are.

Could it be that...an incredible idea appeared in the old man's mind.

Was it a blessing from the gods? The old man could not help but quicken his pace.

"Huhuhu~"

After a while, the old man panted and walked to the door of his husband's house. The door was open.

The old man's hand holding the crutch trembled slightly.

Slowly looking towards the yard, a strange yet familiar man in white stood under the big tree in the yard, stroking the old tree with his right hand, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

For a moment, the old man seemed to see the gentleman in white clothes.

"Sir...is that you?"

…

Outside the gate of the small courtyard, Fan Yun looked at the courtyard where he had lived for more than ten years, his eyes filled with memories. This was the place where he grew up.

Fan Yun stood at the door, dumbfounded, as if lost in memories.

Suddenly, Fan Yun felt a warmth coming from his palm, and he quit the memory. Fan Yun immediately lowered his head and saw that the big cat came out of the shadow at some point, and pressed Fan Yun's hand on his face with his paws.

, two eyes as black as glass looked at Fan Yun worriedly, as if asking Fan Yun what happened.

Fan Yun looked at the worried eyes of the big cat and gave her a smile: "I'm fine, I just remembered something. Go in and I'll show you the place where I lived for twelve years."

After saying that, Fan Yun took out the key from his bracelet, opened the courtyard door, pushed the door open, and Fan Yun and Da Mao walked into the courtyard.

Everything in this yard was almost exactly the same as when he left. Fan Yun entered the house and felt emotional in his heart.

Before leaving that year, he asked the village chief to help take care of the yard. When he came back today, he found that the yard was really clean and the layout of the house had not been changed.

It can be seen that the village chief grandfather takes his request very seriously.

The big cat stepped into the house, looking left and right with its big, watery eyes, curious about what the place where Two Feet had lived before was like.

Fan Yun saw the curious look on the big cat's face and touched the big cat's head. The big cat turned its head:

"Meow?"

"Let me take you to see it."

Fan Yun took the big cat to look at each room, and from time to time he told the big cat some stories that had happened in this room.

The house was not very big, and except for the study, the other rooms were of normal size, so Fan Yun quickly took Da Mao through all the rooms.

After looking at the room, Fan Yun took the big cat to the yard. He saw the wicker chair under the big tree in the yard and walked slowly over.

"You know, in the past, the old man used to lie here and watch me practice, and he would also attack me with hidden tricks from time to time. He didn't look serious."

He reached out and brushed the wicker chair, and the laughter and curses he once had reappeared in front of his eyes. The old man's figure appeared again, lying on the chair, looking at him with a smile.

On the side, an old man in white was stroking his beard, watching with joy as the little kid next to him fell from the tree again and again, and used his soul power to walk up again and again.

Da Mao saw Fan Yun and fell into memories again. This time, she seemed to understand something, and did not disturb Fan Yun, but quietly got into Fan Yun's shadow.

Fan Yun stretched out his right hand and touched the big tree in front of him. There were still traces of his previous practice under the supervision of the old man on it.

Suddenly, there was a sound at the door. An old man with white hair on a cane stood at the door, two lines of tears streaked down his face,

"Sir...is that you?"
Chapter completed!