Leisurely cultivating life

Chapter 135 Xuan Er (12)

Walking all the way, looking at some familiar trails and streams, familiar big banyan trees.

It has been more than 30 years since he left home to worship Yuxu at the age of ten.

In more than 30 years, he only came back twice.

Things are right and people are wrong, but the figure under the big banyan tree is missing more than half of its acquaintances.

Zhou Fan's third grandfather also passed away more than ten years ago. If Zhou Fan could go back earlier, it would not be a problem to use the colorful spirit fruit to continue his life.

This is also a shame in his heart.

Finally, taking steps, Zhou Fan came to a small house with blue tiles.

The second elder is very simple, and he doesn't want to live in any big house, he just renovated the old house.

The feeling of nostalgia was more timid, Zhou Fan took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

dong dong dong.

"Squeak~"

The door opened a crack, and a small head stuck out, the big eyes blinked and blinked, staring at a pair of big eyes but didn't speak, "..."

"Xuan'er, who is it?" The familiar voice made Zhou Fan's heart tremble.

"Grandma, the person in the painting." The small mouth spat out a nonsensical sentence.

"The people in the painting, the people in what painting?"

"It's the person in the painting that grandma used to look at!" The little head tilted to look at Zhou Fan, as if he had discovered something new and strange.

"Bang~" It seemed that something heavy fell to the ground.

Then there were footsteps coming quickly.

"Squeak~"

The door is wide open.

"mother!"

Looking at the white-haired figure, Zhou Fan's eyes turned red, and he fell to his knees with a bang.

"Aniang, the unfilial son Xiaofan came back to see you, the child is unfilial, the child is unfilial..."

"Xiaofan!" The voice was full of surprise.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back..." The old man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Get up, it's very cold underground." The old man helped Zhou Fan up.

"Are you my uncle?" A childish voice sounded.

Zhou Fan lowered his head and met a small head.

"This is from your second brother's house."

"Then the second brother must be crazy!" The corner of Zhou Fan's mouth curved.

Speaking of this, there is an interesting fact that Zhou Fan's three brothers, the eldest and the second are all married, and each has children.

But the second brother's family is full of handles. Zhou Fan's second brother is going crazy for wanting a baby girl. Now it seems that he has finally succeeded.

"Uncle is a big villain!" A small face was tense and serious.

"Oh, why?" Zhou Fan squatted down and hugged the little guy.

The little guy was unhappy and struggled hard.

As for Zhou Fan, the more funny you are, the tighter your hug, the more you resist, the happier I am, you 'cheap' one.

"Because every time grandma looks at my uncle's paintings, she will lose money."

Hearing this, Zhou Fan fell silent.

"Xiao Fan, don't take Xuan'er's words seriously, Mother just got sand in her eyes..."

Zhou Fan smiled lightly and didn't bother to expose it.

"Mother, my son is coming back this time to take our family to Kunlun. When the family rejoices, my son will be able to fulfill his filial piety in front of your elders."

"Xiaofan..."

"Mother, the situation is different now. Specifically, let's discuss it slowly when the eldest and second brothers arrive." Zhou Fan stopped his mother's words with a smile.

"Xiaoxuan, will my uncle take you to a very interesting place?"

"Huh~" The little guy tilted his head, looking like 'I'm very upset'.

"Haha." Zhou Fan rubbed the little guy's head.

"Xuan'er, go call your uncle and your father, and just say that your uncle is back." Mrs. Zhou put the little guy down from Zhou Fan's arms.

"Yeah." The little head nodded several times, and before leaving, he still gave Zhou Fan a fierce look, with a fierce look.

"Slow down, don't fall!" Zhou shouted at the little guy who was kicking on his calf.

"This Xuan'er has been spoiled by his father since she was a child, that's why your second sister-in-law put her here with me."

"It seems that the second sister-in-law understands father's temperament very well." Zhou Fan rubbed his chin and said.

"Come in quickly, didn't you see your father standing outside the door?" Zhou's mouth pouted inward.

"I'm back." Zhou Shi stood by the door, his spirit was very tough, except that his hair had turned white.

"Father, the unfilial son is back." Zhou Fan knelt down on his knees.

"Fan'er." Seeing his son, Zhou Shi couldn't help but his eyes became hot and moist.

The son travels thousands of miles and the mother is worried. As a father, although he doesn't say it, he still cares about his son all the time in his heart.

Although he knew that as his son's monk, he should let him go out to make a living, but he was still worried.

Now that his identity is different, he also knows that there is some turmoil outside.

He was afraid that his son would never come back.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back." Zhou Shi kept mumbling.

"Damn old man, you just let Xiaofan kneel like this." Mrs. Zhou helped Zhou Fan up, glaring at Zhou Shi.

"Go in first, go in first." Zhou Shilian said,
……

After chatting with my parents for a while, I heard shouts from outside.

"Xiaofan, Xiaofan, Xiaofan!" A voice came from afar, full of joy.

"Big Brother, Second Brother." Zhou Fan stood up.

Soon, two middle-aged men in brocade robes came in, and one of them was holding a little guy in his arms.

"Xiao Fan." When one of the middle-aged men in brocade robe saw Zhou Fan, he couldn't help running over excitedly, and hugged Zhou Fan.

"Brother." Zhou Fan also hugged his elder brother.

He has a very good relationship with his two elder brothers, and before he worshiped Yuxu, he took care of her everywhere.

As for the one holding the little guy, needless to say, it is Zhou Fan's second brother Zhou Ping.

"Second brother."

"You boy, I've been here for so many years, so it's possible that this cultivator is still addicted." The second brother Zhou Ping couldn't help but said, "As soon as Mom sees your portrait,... hey, the whole family is worried about you. "

"It's all my fault." Zhou Fan said repeatedly.

"Xuan'er, call me uncle." Zhou Ping said to his little daughter.

"Don't bark." The little guy turned his head to one side, his cheeks bulging.

"Yeah!" Zhou Ping's face darkened.

Usually he has nothing to say to his little daughter, but now in front of his brother, it would be a bit rude to do so.

"Second brother, it's okay, just look at me." Zhou Fan looked confident.

"I don't like uncle, so... do you like this?" Zhou Fan gestured to the little white rabbit in his hand.

He, a straight man with advanced cancer, thinks that a small white fluffy toy can settle everything.

Fortunately, he was prepared, there were plenty of them in the storage bag.

"... Huh." The little head turned even more.

Yo, the little guy has a temper.

"What about this one!"

A colorful bird fluttered its little wings, landed on the little guy's shoulder, and rubbed the little guy affectionately.

"...Well, Xuan'er didn't forgive you, Xuan'er didn't forgive my uncle." The little guy held the colorful bird with his mouth wrong, and stroked it gently from time to time.

If a monk who practiced the way of Mohism saw this, he wouldn't be able to spit out a mouthful of old blood.

The dignified Mohist puppet has become a cute thing for a little girl.

"Then give my uncle a hug, okay?" Zhou Fan stretched out his hands.

"...Okay." The little guy looked at the colorful bird, and reluctantly agreed.

"Haha." The family's laughter spread far and wide.

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(End of this chapter)