In the vast dusk, Cheng Mingxuan got off the black-sailed boat with his little daughter Nianchu who had already stepped into her sleep.

Cheng Mingxuan's steps seemed a little staggered because of his rapid pace. He walked through the alley of the Wharf Bay and ran towards the direction of the old house in dust. His tired face was lit up and illuminated by an emotion of home, as if he had suddenly become younger, and he was at ease and anxious.

Finally I saw the courtyard of the two thatched huts!

When he approached the courtyard, he was stunned. He had no courage to step into the door, and just stood by the Xuyan wooden door. After all, he had no idea why his wife and grandmother in the door opposite him were at this moment. Moreover, he was afraid that after entering the door, he would find that things were different and everything was gone. The people he had been thinking about day and night had long disappeared!

"Dad, why are you crying?"

The loud and clear childish voice pierced the silence in the dusk, making Cheng Mingxuan pop out of his long thoughts.

In his arms, Mei Nianchu rubbed her sleepy eyes. When she saw her father slid down her cheeks, she stretched out her fleshy little hand to wipe it off.

Cheng Mingxuan realized that he was crying and panickedly squeezed out an awkward and painful smile to his little daughter, "It's okay, Nianchu, we're home! We're home!"

"Oh, really?"

Nianchu's eyes lit up. Of course, she couldn't understand the sourness and hardship in her father's heart. She was only a home with her mother. She stretched out her hand in her father's arms and leaned into the door, "Oh! I'm home, I want my mother, I want my mother... I want Aunt Chunping... Mother!"

"Who is talking outside?" Cheng Qian's hoarse voice came from the door, "Well, is it Lan Zhi back? Is it Lan Zhi?... Um? Whose child!"

Cheng Mingxuan felt a little shocked, and then another surprise. Cheng Qian was still here. If it weren't for Yu Lanzhi's relationship, she would have been here!

"It's me, breasts, it's me..."

His heart was pounding in his chest, comforting his little daughter in his arms, "Nianchu stops making trouble, ah, let's go home..." Then he stepped into the door!

Cheng Qian took advantage of the moonlight and squinted his eyes to look at the middle-aged man holding the child who came in. In addition to becoming older and thinner, her ears were not as good as they were a few years ago, so she didn't hear Cheng Mingxuan's "breast" just now!

"Who? Why do I look familiar..." Cheng Qian murmured.

At this time, Yinghao also ran out of the house, hugged Cheng Qian's legs from behind, tightened his stubborn little mouth, and stared at the visitor stubbornly, as if he was cautiously guarding against something.

"This... is Yinghao?" Cheng Mingxuan's voice trembled a little. He put Xiao Nianchu down and freed up a hand to scratch Yinghao's round face, "Silly child, I am your father!"

Cheng Qian finally saw it clearly and heard it clearly. After waiting for so many years and thinking about it for so many years, missing and concern have become a habit of life. However, the good news came so suddenly that the old lady screamed like a fire, "God has eyes!"

She stretched out her withered hand and touched Cheng Mingxuan's wet and warm face, "Mingxuan, Mingxuan... I'm not dreaming! Master, did you see that, our Mingxuan is really back..." In the twilight, Cheng Mingxuan hugged Nianchu, who had already stepped into his sleep, and got off the black-sailed boat.

Cheng Mingxuan's steps seemed a little staggered because of his rapid pace. He walked through the alley of the Wharf Bay and ran towards the direction of the old house in dust. His tired face was lit up and illuminated by an emotion of home, as if he had suddenly become younger, and he was at ease and anxious.

Finally I saw the courtyard of the two thatched huts!

When he approached the courtyard, he was stunned. He had no courage to step into the door, and just stood by the Xuyan wooden door. After all, he had no idea why his wife and grandmother in the door opposite him were at this moment. Moreover, he was afraid that after entering the door, he would find that things were different and everything was gone. The people he had been thinking about day and night had long disappeared!

"Dad, why are you crying?"

The loud and clear childish voice pierced the silence in the dusk, making Cheng Mingxuan pop out of his long thoughts.

In his arms, Mei Nianchu rubbed her sleepy eyes. When she saw her father slid down her cheeks, she stretched out her fleshy little hand to wipe it off.

Cheng Mingxuan realized that he was crying and panickedly squeezed out an awkward and painful smile to his little daughter, "It's okay, Nianchu, we're home! We're home!"

"Oh, really?"

Nianchu's eyes lit up. Of course, she couldn't understand the sourness and hardship in her father's heart. She was only a home with her mother. She stretched out her hand in her father's arms and leaned into the door, "Oh! I'm home, I want my mother, I want my mother... I want Aunt Chunping... Mother!"

"Who is talking outside?" Cheng Qian's hoarse voice came from the door, "Well, is it Lan Zhi back? Is it Lan Zhi?... Um? Whose child!"

Cheng Mingxuan felt a little shocked, and then another surprise. Cheng Qian was still here. If it weren't for Yu Lanzhi's relationship, she would have been here!

"It's me, breasts, it's me..."

His heart was pounding in his chest, comforting his little daughter in his arms, "Nianchu stops making trouble, ah, let's go home..." Then he stepped into the door!

Cheng Qian took advantage of the moonlight and squinted his eyes to look at the middle-aged man holding the child who came in. In addition to becoming older and thinner, her ears were not as good as they were a few years ago, so she didn't hear Cheng Mingxuan's "breast" just now!

"Who? Why do I look familiar..." Cheng Qian murmured.

At this time, Yinghao also ran out of the house, hugged Cheng Qian's legs from behind, tightened his stubborn little mouth, and stared at the visitor stubbornly, as if he was cautiously guarding against something.

"This... is Yinghao?" Cheng Mingxuan's voice trembled a little. He put Xiao Nianchu down and freed up a hand to scratch Yinghao's round face, "Silly child, I am your father!"

Cheng Qian finally saw it clearly and heard it clearly. After waiting for so many years and thinking about it for so many years, missing and concern have become a habit of life. However, the good news came so suddenly that the old lady screamed like a fire, "God has eyes!"
Chapter completed!