Demon’s Diary: Volume 5 Sword Qi Jiuxiao 725 Illusory Territory (below)

"I blame my husband for being incompetent. I haven't been in high school for two years in a row. However, I have made appointments with several other scholars to study together in a study hall in the county seat, prepare for the exam half a year later, and start at the end of the month. Please rest assured that Liu Ming will be a high school champion in another day, and return to hometown, so that you and Feng'er can have a good life. "Middle-aged man held the woman in his arms and said softly in his ear.

When she heard that she was about to leave the village and enter the county seat, the woman could no longer hold back the waves in her heart, and the two lines of tears fell quietly.

"husband, you can rest assured that things at home will be taken care of by me. Feng'er is not a little baby, and already is also sensible, so you can study with peace of mind and get your name as soon as possible. But husband must also be added Pay attention to the body, don't be too enmity province. If you treat yourself badly and don't have a good body, what can even if do if you have a good name? "The woman bit her lips slightly, resisting the perseverance in her heart, and said sobbing slightly.

"Women, rest assured, for the sake of her husband, he will not return to the country one day without high school!" The man patted the woman's back gently and said firmly.

The girl hearing this has a pale face and wants to say something, but she is afraid of hurting her husband ’s enthusiasm, so she has to hide her grief in the heart and smile bitterly.

Seven days later, a man with a bag and a white cloth shirt was waving a pair of mother and child reluctantly by the winding path outside the village.

The man put his wife tightly in his arms, kissed his forehead gently, and then bent over and touched his son's head.

"Feng'er, take care of your mother, father will return soon." The man held back his heart. Said with a smile.

"Dad, Feng'er knows. My mother and I are waiting for you at home." The boy nodded and said with a firm look.

The man patted the boy's head again. After a chuckle, he turned and walked towards the village entrance without turning back.

Because he was afraid this time, he would lose the courage to leave.

His wife and children reluctantly looked at his distant back, and he refused to leave for a long time, until the figure gradually drifted away, eventually turned into a white spot, and disappeared at the end of the trail outside the village.

Half a month later, a small county hundreds of miles away from Liu Clan village.

It's noon. On a main road from west to east, the head was moving, the traffickers were walking and drinking, and the crowd was full of lively scenes.

A middle-aged man in a white cloth shirt, with a handsome appearance and a faint expression of books between his eyebrows, is carrying his baggage, dragging a long figure, and slowly walking towards a school on the corner of the main road. in.

Since then. In the room of this academy, there is always a candlelight lit all night, silhouetted by a figure holding a scroll and shaking his head to study carefully.

After six months. Before the Red List, people throbbed, congratulations and sighs abound.

"Brother Liu. Don't be discouraged. You won't be admitted this year. You can take the exam again next year." He was speaking to a man in a white shirt.

"I haven't passed the exam for three years, this Liu is really ashamed of my family." The expression man in white shirt shook his head sadly, slowly crowding out the noisy crowd.

half a month later, Liu Clan village.

"My dear, I have a letter from your father!" The child held a roll of bamboo slips in his hands and ran into a field full of rice.

The plain-dressed woman hearing this immediately stopped the labor in her hand. both hands wiped the skirt and then took the bamboo slip in the boy's hand with a smile and opened it.

But the smile on his face faded away, replaced by a touch of sadness.

"Feng'er, your father may have to stay in the county for another year before coming back next year." The woman slowly put away the bamboo slips and smiled reluctantly.

The boy seemed to understand something, and lowered his head silently without speaking.

in an instant, another year has passed.

This year, the mother and the child lived on each other's lives.

If there are no men in the house, there will be fewer pillars and pillars, and there will be less major economic sources. In addition to the drought in the field this year, the dealer's harvest will not only be bad, but he will not be able to make ends meet. An old cow, this changed some silver two, barely maintaining overhead.

However, the same volume of bamboo slips means that the men still have no red list nominations, and the women still haven't waited until the men's clothes are returned to their hometowns.

This is another three years.

On the bed in the old wooden house, the woman finally became bedridden because of years of exhaustion, and now there is no grain left in the house, and already is sold.

"My dear, I have a dad's letter!" The boy ran into the house again happily, and flung to the woman's bedside, saying happily.

At this time, the boy already is twelve years old, and his body is obviously larger than the three years ago. He has a height of six feet and a strong body. already is not the child at the time.

"Cough ... cough ..." The woman hearing this, with a smile on her face, barely propped herself up, but coughed continuously.

"My dear, are you okay." The boy rushed forward, lifted him up, and asked with concern.

"Cough ... Feng'er, mother these years has also taught you a lot of words, this time mother ... cough ... test you, you open, read to mother." The woman coughed a few more times , Lying back on the bed again, said with a weak voice.

"Lian Xi, useless for her husband, already has not been in high school for six years, and has no face to return to the village to meet her father and father. But I miss you and Feng'er so much, you two are doing well in the near future, looking forward to recovery. Mother, father and him No ... "The boy read the back, and the excited voice of originally gradually lowered.

"Feng'er ... cough ... hurry up, get paper and pen, and reply to your father." The woman hearing this said anxiously.

Half a month later, in the school room of the small town, a man with a white face in his face was holding a copy of the family book, but he could not see the autograph of his beloved wife, but his immature handwriting.

"husband, I and Feng'er are all right. Although husband can rest assured that you can study, we will return to your high school at home. Feng'er not only reads and reads, but also physically strong. He hopes to one day be able to ride the battlefield. Serve the country."

Three years have passed.

To this day, in front of a deserted grave. A healthy teenager picked up a letter in his hand. There were flashes of anger and bitterness in his eyes.

"Mother, why don't you let me tell Dad that your already is so seriously ill, and also let me write back every time to tell him that our mother and daughter are all well, why? When Dad leaves home, it is ** years old. It ’s been a long time, but he never came back to see us once. Now that you are gone, he still does n’t know.

He dropped again this year, I really don't know if he will wait until that day. Is the high school imperial examination so important to him, even so important that he can not go home to see his wife and children for so many years? He in the end still obsessed with when not to realize! "

When the voice fell, two lines of tears burst out, and the young man's fist slammed on the huge stone beside the tombstone.

With a bang, a thin crack appeared on the boulder, and the young man's back was covered with blood.

at the same time, among the county academies, is an white robe with a scumpy Liu Ming. Still studying day and night.

Since nine years, he has long forgotten the time, as if he would not feel tired as long as he reads books, looks at books that are repeated every day.

Finally. In the tenth year.

"Brother Liu, you are finally in high school, you are still a visitor."

"Yes. Yes, finally, finally!" Liu Ming both hands tremblingly holding a paper document. The word "Prospector" is written on the top, and its name is on the bottom. And four in all directions square red seals.

Gently tap the two-spotted white haired and sort out your appearance. The two lines of tears can't help flowing, and then laugh to the sky.

To this day, the village of Liu Clan seems particularly lively.

On the road one by one leading to the village, a group of people are walking slowly.

The person headed on horseback, wearing a red robe wearing tall hat, needless to say, it is naturally the current flower, Liu Ming.

And his behind and his team also wore red robes and beat the gongs and drums, and they looked very lively.

"Liu Tanhua, there is the Liu Clan village in front." The horseman leading the horse pointed at the village signboard and said to Liu Ming.

Liu Ming's eyes narrowed glanced over and jumped down from the horse.

"I want to go back by myself. I didn't expect that this walk would be ten years old and I don't know Lian Xi with Feng'er how is it now. " Liu Ming After saying a few words, pressing the excitement in my heart, he walked towards the village mouth by himself.

Looking at the village door again, after that old signboard, Liu Ming speeded up and walked towards the house where he was.

Compared with the ten years ago, the village seems to be much deserted. It turns out that there are only a few elderly Old Man sitting at the door of the bustling village crossing, playing with the grain harvested in the ground.

"You are, Liu Clan third, you are back!"

After looking at Liu Ming for a few years, an old lady with white haired in a flower armor seemed to recognize the Liu Ming's identity. She said with some excitement, but then she looked away and seemed to think of something.

"Wuyi, your old eyesight is still so good. I came back, I went to high school to explore flowers. What happened to Wuyi, is Lian Xi okay, Feng'er?" Liu Ming looks at The expression of the old woman, a feeling of uneasiness emerged, asked eagerly.

The old woman said nothing, but shook her head slightly and sighed slightly.

When Liu Ming saw this, cannot help but stunned in his heart, and flew towards his home without looking back.

Similar to the ten years ago, over a small mountain peak in the village, in a depression, there is a small wooden house built with thick round wood.

Liu Ming pushed open the door of the concealed house, but found that it was empty.

The dilapidated house is covered with dust, as if no one has lived there for a long time.

On the table and on the ground, there are several long-dried wooden tubs. Obviously, the wooden house leaks in the rain, and is used to catch the rain.

"Feng'er, Dad is back." Liu Ming saw this and called out loud.

(Second more. Sweat, Wang Yu went to a field trip today and met with several other authors. However, I hurried back again at 10 o'clock in the evening. Fortunately, I used a lot of books on the high-speed rail, otherwise I really want to Too late to update.) (To be continued ...)

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