"Uncle Song, you and Auntie haven't eaten yet, and I...!"

Ma Xiuyu was holding a big rice box in her hand and was only looking at the road under her feet. She thought it was Song Dafa standing here.

When I walked closer, I looked up and was stunned for a moment. The big rice box in my hand was about to fall to the ground when I let go.

Song Xiaohu directly stretched out his left hand to grab it.

"Xiaohu, Xiaohu, you are back. Are you really Xiaohu...?"

When Ma Xiuyu saw the person she missed day and night in her heart, she could no longer hold back the ecstasy and excitement in her heart. She threw herself into Song Xiaohu's arms and cried with excitement.

"Sister Xiuyu...!" Song Xiaohu's voice became hoarse as he spoke with excitement.

He himself did not expect that as soon as he returned home, he would directly meet the person he had missed for a long time.

But seeing Ma Xiuyu like this at this moment, it seemed as if her mind was a little confused, and she subconsciously fell into a daze on the spot.

In his understanding, it was because he expressed his love to Ma Xiuyu.

But Ma Xiuyu always refused and did not agree.

It was precisely because of Song Xiaohu's emotional trauma that he ran away from home.

In the past three years, I have missed you so many days and nights, and so many times in my dreams, hugging my sweetheart tightly like this, how happy I feel.

Song Xiaohu closed his eyes and deeply enjoyed the momentary happiness at this moment. His remaining left hand hugged Ma Xiuyu, and he did not let go.

"Xiaohu, come home quickly. Uncle and Aunt Song will be very happy to see you back."

"Ah...! Where's your hand, Xiaohu, your right arm?"

Ma Xiuyu subconsciously took Song Xiaohu's hands and walked into the yard.

But I only touched his left hand, and then I realized that the entire right arm only had an empty sleeve. I couldn't help but exclaimed, and burst into tears again!

"Sister Xiuyu, we should be happy to see each other today. It's just an arm. If it's gone, it's gone. Stop crying."

"Xiaohu, where have you been in the past three years? You must have suffered a lot, right?" Ma Xiuyu looked at him and said with sobs on her face.

Song Xiaohu was stunned for a moment, thinking about everything that had happened in the past three years.

I also thought back to the time when I ran away from home on my own impulse without caring about my parents' pain.

He shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Haha, it's good to go out and have some adventures. At least you know what the outside world is like, and everything is over."

"Xiaohu, in the past nearly three years since you left, actually I...!"

"Old man, come out quickly. I definitely heard it right this time. It must be our son Xiaohu's voice. It must be it."

At this time, the two heard the voices of Song Dafa and his wife at home. Song Xiaohu subconsciously felt longing for them and turned around to look over.

Song Xiaohu's mother, Mrs. Song Zhao, always felt that she heard the voice of her son Xiaohu from outside the house.

Song Dafa shook his head and sighed bitterly, just because his wife had always been like this before, always saying that she heard the sound of her son coming back.

But every time he went out, there was no one in front of his house, and he came back disappointed, which made him suffer from senile paranoia. Song Dafa didn't take it for granted, and he followed his wife every time.

"Old lady, please slow down and be careful not to fall."

Seeing my wife running so fast, I was afraid that I might fall, so I hurried to catch up.

"Father, mother!"

Hearing the voices of his parents coming from inside, Song Xiaohu rushed over.

Especially when I looked at my parents, whom I hadn’t seen for more than two years. Their bodies looked rickety and aged, especially the white hair on their heads, which had grown a lot. I couldn’t help but blame myself and think about them on the spot.

He knelt down with the two elders, his eyes filled with sobs and tears.

"Xiaohu, my son, wuwu...you have missed us all to death. My son, you are finally back, wuwu...!"

"Okay, okay, it'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back!"

Song Dafa and his wife finally met their son, but they could not control their longing for their son. They hugged Song Xiaohu tightly and sobbed loudly.

"Xiaohu! Where is your hand? Why is your right arm missing?"

Song Xiaohu's father, Song Dafa, realized it like Ma Xiuyu just now and subconsciously wanted to grab his son's hand, only to find that Song Xiaohu only had one arm left.

The old couple touched the empty sleeve of Song Xiaohu's right arm from the shoulder down with their hands, and couldn't help but scream loudly and cry again. Ma Xiuyu on the side couldn't help wiping her tears.

"Mom and Dad, it's okay. Don't be sad. I still have one hand. From now on, my son will never leave you two again. He will honor you well at home."

Song Xiaohu had a smile on his face, as if he didn't care at all.

"Mom, I'm hungry." Song Xiaohu quickly changed the subject.

"Okay, girl Xiuyu just happened to bring these dishes. You can rest your stomach first, and my mother will make you your favorite egg hand-rolled noodles. Haha, you two can chat first."

Mrs. Song Zhao suddenly smiled again, rolled up her sleeves, and happily went to the kitchen and started working.

"Uncle and aunt, the restaurant is still busy, so I'll go over first."

"You kid, Xiaohu is back today, you can have a good talk at home."

"I can't see you off uncle. Xiaohu is already home anyway. You guys talk first. I'll come over when I'm not busy."

Ma Xiuyu blushed and glanced at Song Xiaohu secretly, then turned around and walked out quickly. Song Xiaohu looked at her and didn't say anything in the end.

"Haha, Xiaohu, it's all thanks to Xiuyu that you've been away from home for more than two years. If it weren't for Xiuyu's help at home, your mother and I wouldn't be in the right situation now!

"

After walking into the room and sitting down, Song Dafa directly talked about everything that had happened at home in the past two years. Song Xiaohu listened carefully from beginning to end. Song Zhao, who was alive on the other side, laughed and chimed in from time to time.

sentence.

Besides, Yang Donglai was at home at this time.

"Well, that's right. It seems that you, girl, have been practicing continuously every day and are firmly on the first level of Qi refining."

Yang Donglai caressed Ma Cuicui's head, and said with a smile: "Although you can't relax in cultivation, you don't have to work so hard to be my apprentice. There is no other master. There are many cultivation resources. At your age, as long as you are happy, you should have fun.

Feel free to be happy whenever you want, and just have fun when it’s time, don’t worry about not being able to improve your cultivation.”

"Well, I understand, master, there are still a lot of those pill juices you gave me in my storage bag!" Ma Cuicui said with a happy face.

"Okay, don't worry about those pills. When you practice, follow the method the master told you. Just take them. They will be gone later. Master has plenty of them here."

"Okay, okay, I understand, master, let's go to school!"

Several girls walked happily towards the college together.

"Dad, my sister and they go to the college every day. I also want to be like them and go to the college every day to study and read."

Yang Xiaolan hugged Yang Donglai, raised her little head and looked at him expectantly.

Yang Donglai picked up his son and lifted him up twice. The little boy laughed subconsciously.

"My son wants to go to school, okay, daddy will teach you how to read and write in advance."

"No, I want to go to the academy like my sisters and carry my schoolbag to and from school every day."

Yang Donglai pinched his little nose again: "Haha, it seems that our family is going to have a little prodigy. Well, it's not possible now. When the college enrolls students this year, let your mother sew you a beautiful little schoolbag.

, then go to and from school with your sisters." "Wow, dad is so nice, I'm so looking forward to it. I want to tell my mother and godmother the good news."

The little guy broke free from Yang Donglai's arms and ran towards the house.

The kitchen of the Good Smell Hotel.

"Sister, what you said is true. Brother Xiaohu is really back?"

Ma Xiuyu told her two younger sisters the news of Song Xiaohu's return. When Ma Xiulan and Ma Xianglan heard this, their faces were full of surprise.

"Well, he also just arrived home. I was about to deliver food to Uncle Song and Auntie Song, and I happened to meet him at the door." Ma Xiuyu said with a smile.

"Sister, it's great that Brother Xiaohu is here. Then you can get married. Should we call Brother Xiaohu brother-in-law in the future?" Ma Xianglan, the third sister, suddenly said this happily.
Chapter completed!