I'm in Douluo Cultivation

Ever since Tang Hao left the letter and left, Tang Ren began to occupy the magpie's nest by himself. Although there are only three adobe houses, at least they have a place to stay.

Tang Ren doesn't go out every day, he just sits on the bed, leaning against the window, listening to the birds outside the window, and living his leisurely pastoral life. Except the day before yesterday, village chief Old Jack came to Tang Hao to buy iron tools. Although the fence of Tang Hao's yard was not closed, Tang Hao's withdrawn character caused their family's business to be limited to only outside the fence.

Old Jack, who had been yelling outside the door for a while, didn't hear because Tang Ren was asleep. Seeing that no one in the room responded, he walked away. In addition, only birds visit Tang Hao's house every day.

While Tang Ren was enjoying his leisure time here, Tang San in Notting City was also preparing to go home today.

"Xiao San, how far is your home? Are you lying to me?" Xiao Wu, who has been walking for more than two hours, although she is not tired, the long walk has long since left her without the freshness of going out. feel.

"Alright, it's at the foot of that hill." Looking at Xiao Wu, who was a little bored, Tang San pointed to the hill not far away and said with a smile.

Looking at the home he hadn't returned to for more than a year, and the father he hadn't seen yet, Tang San already felt like returning home. But what he didn't know was that the person waiting for him at his home was not his father, but Tang Ren, who was still sleeping in his home.

"Dad, I'm back." Tang San walked straight into the house and looked at the familiar blacksmith shop and the iron pot he used to cook. Everything was so familiar and warm. The orphaned Tang felt three times satisfied. But Xiao Wu's words interrupted Tang San's memories.

"Xiao San, has your father prepared food for us?" Xiao Wu asked weakly, pointing to the leftover rice from last night that Tang Ren had in the pot.

"Ah" in my impression, my father who never cooked actually started cooking. Tang San, realizing something was wrong, signaled Xiao Wu not to move. He quietly raised his sleeve arrows and walked slowly towards the house.

"Who?" Looking at Tang Ren sleeping on his father's bed, Tang San was startled, but more filled with anger. Seeing a stranger sleeping on his father's bed, Tang San, who had missed him for a year, couldn't accept it.

Xiao Wu, who heard Tang San's roar outside, quickly walked into the house.

The angry Tang San had already released the spirit ring, and the blue silver grass strengthened by the spirit ring was slowly winding towards Tang Ren.

"Xiao San, this is it." Looking at Tang San who had even released his soul ring, Xiao Wu, who had just come in, didn't know what was going on. She only saw Tang San silently cleaning her up.

"Who?" Tang Ren, who had just reacted at this moment, looked at the grass covering the bed. He was so frightened that he forgot about his own injuries and jumped up.

Tang Ren, who looked like a fool, Tang San, who looked confused, and Xiao Wu, who was completely confused, the three children looked at each other like this.

That delicate face, the yellow soul ring that moves up and down, and the little girl with a ponytail at the back.

Tang Ren has thought about how he would look like when he met Tang San countless times in the past few days, but he never imagined that he would be like this.

"Tang San" looked at the child on the bed calling his name. Tang San's first reaction was "Why did his father become like this?"

"Father," Tang San, who was at a loss, could only ask weakly, leaving both of his jaws almost dropped.

Xiao Wu looked at this in disbelief. Tang San had told her about his strict father once. It turned out to be a seemingly harmless child. Tang Ren was amazed at what Tang San was doing. The promised son of the plane, he doesn't look very smart.

In fact, this can't be blamed on Tang San. Tang San, who has experienced his own bizarre time travel, has already developed a tolerance for bizarre events in his heart, so he naturally thinks of his father's rejuvenation.

"Are you Tang San? I'm not your father, you are Uncle Tang's son." Looking at Tang San who was about to walk over, Tang Ren said quickly.

"Who are you?" Tang San, realizing that he had made a fool of himself, immediately stepped back and asked alertly.

"Ah, I am Uncle Tang's distant nephew. This is the letter he asked me to give you." With that, Tang Ren quickly handed the letter in his arms to Tang San.

After getting the letter, Tang San didn't open it in a hurry, but looked at Tang Ren suspiciously.

"Really, Uncle Tang asked me to give it to you. I have been waiting here for you for three days."

"wait for me"

"Yes, Uncle Tang asked me to give you this letter."

"Where's my father?"

"Uncle Tang, he had something to do and left three days ago."

Looking at Tang Ren, who was younger than himself, Tang San thought that he would not be deceived, so he opened the envelope doubtfully.

"Xiaosan: When you read this letter, I have...".

As soon as he opened the envelope, Tang San knew it was his father's handwriting. The thoughts in my heart couldn't help but burst out, and my eyes were a little moist.

"By the way, mistress, you must have seen that the child in front of you is your distant cousin. He just came to our house a few days ago..."

Tang San, who had tears in his eyes, was filled with doubts after seeing these last words. He had never heard his father say that he had any relatives, so why did a cousin suddenly appear? The letter must be true, but when he was asked to take him to find the master, Tang San was really confused. How did my father know that he had become a master?

"Xiao San, is this your father?" Xiao Wu, who was still on the side at this time, looked at the strange two people and still didn't recover for a while.

"Ah, Xiao Wu, he, he is not, my distant cousin." Looking at Tang Ren who was smiling innocently at him, no matter how displeased Tang San was, he could only hold his nose and admit it. Who would let his father All accepted.

"Your cousin." Looking at Tang Ren, who was still a little fat as a baby, he was missing a little bit of Tang San's aura, but more honest, which made Xiao Wu couldn't help but feel happy. With that said, before Tang San could explain, Xiao Wu had already come to the bedside and pinched Tang Ren's round face.

"Wow, Xiaosan, your cousin is so cute. I haven't seen you tell me that before. You lied to me and said that you have a strict father at home. Do you not want me to see him?"

Looking at the happy Xiao Wu, Tang San didn't know what to say for a moment. I was an orphan in my last life, so why is there so much excitement around me in this life?

"Slow down, my father said he was still injured and asked me to take him to the master."

"Ah," Xiao Wu, who was pinching her cheeks in amusement, looked at Tang Rendu's already slightly red cheeks with a bit of embarrassment.

However, Tang Ren didn't think so at this time. He actually enjoyed it, pinching himself with Xiao Wu's pink hands.

In the evening, the setting sun reminded Tang San of his father, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, but someone interrupted his thoughts.

"Third brother, let's leave tomorrow." Tang Ren asked Tang San anxiously before he could swallow the porridge in his mouth.

"Yeah, my father told me in the letter that your injury is quite serious. Maybe the master knows what to do. We can't delay. We will set off early tomorrow morning."

"Ah", screams came from the mouths of Tang Ren and Xiao Wu at the same time. Tang Ren, who had only lived a good life for a few days, was naturally reluctant to part with his leisurely life. Although he had meat to eat with Tang San, thinking about Tang San's The process of growing up was either hard training or wandering on the edge of death. I just wanted to hug my thigh, but I was not risking my life.

Besides, Tang San didn't know, but he knew that those two old monsters ran away a few days ago. Even if they didn't take action, he was recognized as Tang San's son. Notting City was no better than the countryside. If he was caught, Tang San, who was now in his tenth level, was still the master in his thirties, and he couldn't stop him at all.

Compared to Tang Ren, whose brain was running wildly, Xiao Wu, who had just been here all afternoon, obviously didn't have enough fun.

Listening to the two people wailing, Tang San couldn't help but feel a headache. His cheap cousin really didn't care about life. He kept calling him "third brother" ever since he got out of bed. No wonder his father asked him to take good care of him. Tang San felt that if Tang Ren went to the master for treatment alone, I was afraid that I would be kidnapped by human traffickers before I even entered Notting City.

Looking again, looking at the two of them, Tang San also felt a little sorry for Xiao Wu, so he reluctantly agreed: "Then we'll leave the day after tomorrow morning, Xiaoren, your illness can't be taken care of."

"Okay." Tang Ren agreed immediately after hearing Tang San relent.

"Okay, mistress, let's have fun every day." Xiao Wu put down the porridge he was drinking and jumped happily when he heard that he could still play for another day. Tang Ren also continued to drink porridge. "This uses the same rice, and the porridge cooked by this protagonist is delicious."

Tang Ren, who had never cooked before, was certainly no match for Tang San, who had lived in two lifetimes. Although he was born in two generations, he was not as big as Tang San.

Looking at Tang Ren who was enjoying the food and Xiao Wu who was already playing happily in the yard, Tang San suddenly hurried and the sunset in front of him became very warm. It would be better if my father was here.

Tang San shook his head, no longer sad, but began to enjoy this long-lost good time.