Author: Mo Mo You Wen

The sky was dimming, and after Tang San finished cultivating the Purple Demon Eyes on the roof, he looked into the distance, his eyes sparkling.

A school year passed quickly, and he was finally able to go home to see his old father. Yesterday afternoon at the blacksmith shop, he had already asked for leave from his boss. He also specially made a brand new casting hammer and was going to take it back as a gift.

To father.

Since Tang San joined the blacksmith shop, the quality of the blacksmith's cast iron has improved to a higher level. Now Tang San's salary has reached five silver soul coins per month, which is equivalent to half of the spirit master's subsidy.

As soon as the sun came up, he set out on his way back. Tang San walked forward steadily, and beside him were two little girls holding hands and bouncing, wearing the uniforms of Notting College, leaving Notting City and heading towards Holy Soul Village.

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"A chicken in the left hand, a duck in the right hand, and a fat doll on the back, ah eh eh eh eh eh~" Wu Liu sang happily.

"Sister, why don't you sing once too! Your voice is so nice." Wu Liu took Xiao Wu's hand and said coquettishly, making Xiao Wu, who already doted on the little girl, agree with half a push. The stumbling singing voice made the little girl smile.

Tang San also used his hands to cover his smile from time to time.

After singing a few songs, Xiao Wu couldn't stand it any longer and asked, "How long will it take to arrive?"

"We're almost there. Have you seen that mountain over there? Our Holy Soul Village is at the foot of the mountain." Little Fatty Wu Liu pointed toward the distance.

It was time to go home, Tang San was in a very excited mood. If it weren't for Notting College's regulations that he had to return to the college to live at night, and if there were teachers checking the night every night, maybe Tang San would have gone home often to see, go home and have a look

The father who is at home alone.

Long time no see, dad, how are you?

Perhaps it was because he was an orphan in his last life and had no roots and no one to rely on. In this life, Tang San cherished this family relationship very much.

He touched the Twenty-Four Bridge Moonlight Night on his waist. There were the foundry hammer he brought to his father, a few new sets of clothes, a few bottles of good wine, and his favorite spring wine. Of course the little girl sang it

Chicken, duck, and fish are all prepared.

"Sister, I'm dying. I can't sing anymore!" Xiao Wu panted and couldn't even jump.

Wangshan raced to death, and it was almost noon before the three of them arrived at Shenghun Village.

Soon, the three of them had entered the Holy Soul Village. Tang San's home was at the end of the village. Wu Liu raised his finger and pointed to the dilapidated sign on the roof, smiled at Xiao Wu and said, "Look, that's Tang Xiaosan's home."

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Tang San quickened his pace, taking three steps at a time and then two steps at a time to reach the door of his house. The door was not closed.

"Dad, I'm back." Tang San shouted excitedly.

Xiao Wu had never seen Tang San with such an emotional expression before. She stood behind him and looked at him curiously. In her impression, Tang San was a man who rarely spoke harshly in fights, except for being gentle to his sister.

"Don't you like your father?" Xiao Wu asked Wu Liu curiously, Tang San was so excited.

"I want to be more ladylike!" After all, he often sensed Tang Hao's presence, and he wasn't as excited as he had been for a long time, and now...

While shouting, Tang San quickly walked inside.

Nothing seemed to have changed, the blacksmith shop was still so messy, with messy things scattered all over the floor, and the tattered feeling made both Tang San and Wu Liu feel more at home.

"Oh, mistress, you're back." A gentle voice sounded. A man opened the door curtain and walked out from the inner room.

Seeing him, Tang San felt a little surprised and was stunned for a moment, "Grandpa Jack, you are here too, where is my father?"

It was Jack, the elder of the Holy Soul Village, who walked out of it. With a wry smile on his face, he handed a piece of paper to Tang San and said:

"Look, this is what your father left behind. I came to him, originally wanting to pick you up with him. Unexpectedly, you have already come back."

A bad premonition appeared in Tang San's heart. He quickly took the paper handed over by Old Jack and looked down.

There are only a dozen simple lines of words on the paper. The handwriting is deliberately neat, but it can't hide the rough and bold atmosphere.
Chapter completed!