"Why are you back?"

Qin Yong asked with concern.

"I have something to do, so I stopped by to take a look."

Ignorance is bliss.

Moreover, even if they know, as ordinary people, what can parents do besides being frightened?

Qin Yi didn't want to disturb his parents' peaceful life, so he was very careful with his words and tried to choose what he could say.

When Qin Yong heard that Qin Yi was returning home on the way to work, he hurriedly said: "Business matters are important. You've also seen home. We are all fine. Don't let your return home delay your business."

Qin Yi hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I have set aside a few days for you, so I won't delay the business."

"That's good. By the way, how are the bolts and pillars? Have you seen them?"

Qin Yong asked about other people.

Although letters from home are occasionally sent back, how can I write them clearly when I can only write a few words in them?

Moreover, most of them reported good news but not bad news. Qin Yong said he was not worried. He was just trying to comfort others. How could he not be worried himself?

The mother is worried when her son travels thousands of miles, and so is the father.

Qin Yi hurriedly said: "They are all very good, as well as Dashan. They have performed well and have been favored by the commander-in-chief and have entered the personal guard of the commander-in-chief's palace."

Qin Yong has also participated in the training camp, so he naturally knows that the two best places to go are the Guards of the Hou Mansion and the Guards of the Marshal's Mansion. Anyway, as long as it is the Guards, it is better than other places.

Qin Yong was very happy after hearing this.

"Okay, okay, great, these three little guys are going to be successful."

Joining the Guards means you are highly qualified and have the qualifications to become a warrior.

What Qin Yong actually values ​​most is that all children can become warriors.

"By the way, Big Head, what about you, have you become a warrior?"

Qin Yong knew that Qin Yi had been gifted since he was a child, and he was valued by the young master and took him with him to teach him. Therefore, it was basically a certainty that Qin Yi would become a warrior. It just depended on the time.

Qin Yi nodded, scratched his head in embarrassment, and said with a naive smile: "I, I have become a warrior."

After hearing this, Qin Yong stood up excitedly: "Okay, okay, I know you can definitely become a warrior, Datou."

I knew before that Qin Yi was very talented and was very likely to be the first of the three children to become a warrior. I didn't expect that it would actually come true in such a short period of time.

"Okay, you three brats are indeed my descendants. You are all highly qualified and can become warriors, haha..."

Seeing his excited father, Qin Yi shook his head secretly.

It seems that the failure of the election had a great impact on my father, but as the head of the family, he usually did not dare to show it.

With him becoming a warrior, the eldest brother and the second brother were recruited into the Marshal's Guards in advance, which indirectly proved that the two of them were highly qualified and would definitely become warriors, which immediately relieved the father's depression that he had suppressed for a long time.

fair enough.

Qin Yi didn't say anything.

The eldest brother and the second brother are different from him. They practice martial arts, which requires the lowest talent. Although the eldest brother and the second brother have average talents, they actually meet the requirements, but they need to consume a little more resources to become a warrior.

Under normal circumstances, naturally they would not waste it like this, but their situation is unusual.

Anyway, with the training of the Qin family army, the eldest brother and the second brother will definitely be able to break through to the warrior level.

For his father, being a warrior is already the ceiling he can see. He doesn't know what the realms will be after becoming a warrior. For him, becoming a warrior is the best outcome.

Since there is no difference in the result, let my father continue to misunderstand it.

"By the way, where is the young master, how is he?" After being excited, Qin Yong finally thought of the teacher who taught Qin Yi to become a talented person, and asked with concern.

The smile on Qin Yi's face froze, he lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Teacher, let's go."

When Qin Yong heard this, his body froze and he sat back blankly. He looked at Qin Yi with a look of regret and said: "When the young master was recuperating in the village, I took a look at him from a distance and saw that his body was not in good condition.

Well, I was worried that he would not live long, but I didn’t expect... that the young master would pass away so soon. Alas, my poor child finally became a warrior, but the young master passed away. What should you do?"

Qin Yi glanced at Qin Yong in surprise.

He finally understood. Compared with the death of his teacher, what his father regretted and grieved more was his future.

My father believed that his biggest supporter in the Qin family was his teacher. After his teacher passed away, he lost his biggest supporter, which was detrimental to his development.

After thinking about it, my father's reaction was both unexpected and reasonable.

Even though the teacher lived in the village for a long time, he didn't have much interaction with the people in the village. Even his father, who had the most interaction with him, was in awe and never got close to him.

How could anyone who had never been close to him grieve over the death of his teacher?

Compared to the death of his teacher, his father was naturally more concerned about the negative impact the death of his teacher had on him.

Sure enough, people's joys and sorrows are never the same.

I am still too naive.

Take it for granted.

After thinking about this, Qin Yi immediately understood that perhaps, there are only a few people in this world who are simply sad because of the teacher's death.

Thinking of this, Qin Yi felt inexplicably sad and his eyes turned red. He stood up and said to Qin Yong: "Father, I'm a little tired. I'm going to rest first."

Qin Yong opened his mouth, watched Qin Yi leave, and sighed.

Zhenniang walked into the main room with the prepared food. Seeing that Qin Yong was the only one, she asked in confusion: "Why are you the only one, where is Xiaoya? Where is Datou?"

"Xiaoya, are you still worried about her? When did you have a meal at home honestly... Datou, alas, it's all my fault. I didn't speak carefully and asked about the young master. Unexpectedly, the young master passed away.

Yes, it brought back a lot of sadness, just, just..."

After hearing this, Zhenniang couldn't help complaining to her husband and said, "You are so real. The child finally came back, and you know how to catch him asking questions. What's there to ask? As long as the child is well, isn't it all right? You

Look at you, you can do this..."

Zhenniang walked out of the hall, stood at the door, looked at the closed hut before Qin Yi from a distance, shook her head and said: "Oh, this kid Datou is very affectionate. He was very happy to go home, but he has forgotten about it.

, as soon as you mention it, he will probably think of it again. At this time, the child doesn't know how sad he is."

Qin Yong frowned and said: "Okay, things have already happened, what's the use of complaining, okay, after a while, Datou will be fine. We will just leave it alone at home from now on."

Qin Yi walked into the small house where he lived as a child in a depressed mood. Seeing that there was no trace of dust in the house and no smell of mold on his back, he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.

Sitting on the bed, looking around, scenes from childhood flooded into my eyelids, a warm smile appeared on my face, and my eyes became wet.

"Teacher, I miss you."

Qin Yi found that the happier he felt to be reunited with his parents, the more he missed his teacher and the more guilty he felt.

Qin Yi took out the bamboo flute made for him by his teacher from the backpack space, put it gently to his mouth, closed his eyes, recalled the past, and gently blew the flute in his hand.

The melodious and sad sound of the flute rose slowly, facing the cold morning sunshine, echoing in this peaceful mountain village.

…

Xiaoya ran to Carpenter Wang's house with a resigned look on her face. A little Dou Ding, who looked about the same as Xiaoya, was standing at the door looking around. When he saw Xiaoya, he waved his chubby hands excitedly.

"Xiaoya, Xiaoya, why did you come here? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Mumu..." Xiaoya couldn't help but laugh happily when she saw that Mumu, who played best with her, cared so much about her, and she forgot about her previous grievances.

"Xiaoya, come on, we're about to have dinner."

Xiaoya and Mu Mu happily held hands and ran into the yard.

"Aunt Hui, Sister Nannan."

When Huiniang saw Xiaoya, she put down her shoes, smiled and said hello: "Xiaoya is here."

Nan Nan, who was making shoes with Huiniang, put down the shoes in her hands, walked to Xiaoya, squatted down, her eyes were level with Xiaoya's, patted the dust on Xiaoya's body, and asked with concern: "Why are you here?

Listen to Mu Mu, didn’t you make an appointment a long time ago? Was your aunt caught you? Didn’t you come out after dinner? "

Xiaoya pouted and said, "Xiaoya hasn't eaten yet, I don't want Xiaoya anymore."

When Huiniang heard this, she smiled and shook her head without saying anything.

Nannan smiled and scratched Xiaoya's nose: "Smelly girl, why, your aunt doesn't want you, so you came here to get some food."

Xiaoya immediately shook her head and said, "No, it's because the food cooked by Aunt Hui and Sister Nannan is delicious, that's why I wanted to come."

I don’t know why, but children always find other people’s food delicious. It’s really weird.

Hui Niang shook her head when she heard this, and said with a smile: "You stinky girl, if your mother hears these words, she won't beat you to death. Well, the little girl is here, Nan Nan, let them come over for dinner."

Nannan put Xiaoya on the small bench in front of the small table where she usually ate, then got up and walked out of the house to call for help in the carpentry room.

Mu Mu consciously sat on his usual small bench, pouting, looking at Xiaoya with envy on his face and saying, "How come my sister treats you better than me?"

Xiaoya raised her head proudly and said, "Of course, I am the most popular person in the village. Who doesn't like me?"

When it comes to this piece of wood, I can't even say a word to refute it.

Because what Xiaoya said is true.

Xiaoya is really the most popular child in the village. No matter where she goes, she is always very kind to Xiaoya. Every time Xiaoya goes there, she gives Xiaoya the best food in the house.
To be continued...