"Did you just go to see your parents?" As Luo Jiujiang stepped into the hall, he saw Zhen Shuangliu tending to a pot of flowers in front of the window. He seemed to have eyes behind his head and felt Luo Jiujiang behind him, then slowly put down the flower scissors.
"Yes." Luo Jiujiang first bowed to Zhen Shuangliu, and when he thought of the scene just now, he still felt a little depressed.
The entire Luo clan had already relocated to the Spirit Snake Realm. Zhen Shuangliu had personally redrawn the clan's territory for them, and the layout of the pavilions and towers was now vastly different from before. If it weren't for the frequent sight of several familiar elders, Luo Jiujiang would have felt like a guest in someone else's home.
But as soon as he entered the hall, the discomfort caused by the unfamiliarity was completely ignored and disappeared without a trace. All he could see was the figure in the ochre robe. Although the other person tried hard to hide it, his shaking arms and the pool of tea he spilled still showed his excitement.
"Father." Luo Jiujiang called softly from three steps away. He was homesick and there was a time when he couldn't move an inch.
He could already decide the life or death of a Jindan beast with a single strike, split the Death Land and made an enemy of Taotie Lord, one of the Nine Clans; he had never been afraid of the endless hunts in the Death Land, and he didn't even frown when he exposed the You family's "special" training of You Su. However, now, he couldn't take another step forward.
It is obvious to the naked eye that my father is getting old.
How long had he been away? Three months? Four months? In this brief journey, less than six months, the Luo tribe leader's temples had already been streaked with gray hair. While his face remained relatively unchanged, his back had become slightly hunched.
Even the most blame-shifting bastard in the world wouldn't dare to say that Chief Luo's old age had nothing to do with Luo Jiujiang's accident.
"Dad, I..."
The Luo clan leader took a few quick steps and firmly enveloped Luo Jiujiang in his arms, like a giant, steel-clad umbrella shielding him from the wind and rain. It was a protective gesture, as if Luo Jiujiang were still the same naughty boy who had ripped his father's beard into a brush the previous day. But then he patted Luo Jiujiang's shoulders and back vigorously, as if acknowledging that Luo Jiujiang had become a man with responsibilities.
This is a hug from my father.
"I'm glad you're back." Chief Luo was not usually a clumsy speaker, but now he seemed like a fool who could only repeat four words, "I'm glad you're back."
The father and son sat down together hand in hand. Luo Jiujiang only glanced at his father and then lowered his head, pretending that he had not seen the slight redness in the other's eyes.
"I'm unfilial. I haven't heard from you for a long time and made Dad worried."
"I don't have anything." The Luo clan leader sighed. "Jiang'er, you've grown up, and your cultivation will be as high as your father's. You're destined to be a successful person, and your father can't hold you back... But your mother only has you three children. Your eldest and second brothers entered the sect early, so you've been her only companion since childhood..."
Luo Jiujiang lowered his head and listened, feeling a sourness in his heart as if it had been rolled through by vinegar and chili peppers. If he squeezed his fingers together, a lot of spicy and unspeakable taste would flow out.
Although Chieftain Luo said, "Your mother only has three children like you," he had a very close relationship with Luo Jiujiang's mother and had never taken concubines. Aren't the three brothers treasures that would make Chief Luo heartbroken if he lost one of them?
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When Luo Jiujiang's mother received the news that her son had returned, she ran over with her skirt lifted up, and happened to run into the father and son who were looking for her in the backyard.
Mother, almost disregarding her image, hugged Luo Jiujiang and sobbed on the garden path. She sobbed softly back and forth, soaking Luo Jiujiang's clothes from shoulder to buttocks. The woman, always gentle and amiable, choked with sobs: "If anything happens to you... what do you want me to do? What can I do..."
Luo Jiujiang coaxed his mother for almost the entire morning and even had lunch with her before his mother's emotions completely calmed down. She could even smile when she heard him tell her interesting stories along the way. However, when he mentioned going to see his master, his mother burst into tears again.
His father was always serious and solemn, never smiling, while his mother was gentle, loving, kind and considerate. No matter who they were, they were the softest place in Luo Jiujiang's heart. However, today he saw his father's old age and his mother's tears.
"Don't make things difficult for the child. Jiang'er has things he needs to do." Patriarch Luo half tore and half embraced his wife away from Luo Jiujiang. He gently comforted his wife, "Wanwan, Jiang'er has grown up..."
"No matter how old he is, he's still my child..." Madam Luo cried until she almost fainted: "I regret it, I regret it..."
She regretted giving birth to such a smart child.
Mrs. Luo would rather have given birth to Luo Jiujiang who was a little dumber so that he wouldn't have to see the girls on the island picking up shells and playing with them since he was a child. She immediately thought of her mother and picked up a handful of colorful shells for her.
Jiujiang could be slow, and only at the age of two could he move step by step holding onto the wall. He could also draw out his words with long trailing syllables, and it didn't matter if he couldn't distinguish between reduplications and single words. He could still smile foolishly at her at the age of seven or eight, and say to her, "Niangniang, drink some water." He could still not want to practice swordplay at the age of ten, and hide behind her and push her to talk nicely to her daddy.
It didn't matter if the child was a little dumb, a little greedy, a little lazy, or a little spoiled. She wasn't afraid of him. Anything was better than wandering the world alone, without friends, at the age of fifteen, returning with a mature aura tempered by blood and fire, spouting intimidating names like "Taotie Realm" and "Azure Dragon Realm."
This was her child, tiny and soft when born, with a pair of big, dark eyes open. He stuck out his tongue and smiled at her, imitating her. She rocked him in her arms and he fell asleep. Fifteen years ago, the sweet feeling she had when she held Jiujiang seemed like it happened only yesterday, but in the blink of an eye, her child had grown so tall. He was not well protected and had suffered a lot outside.
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