farce a ups and downs

Mingyu, Zhan Xinjia:

The sword-questioning meeting is coming up, and I won’t be back this year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so say hello to dad for me.

By the way, help me ask, is dad really planning to stop attending the meeting?

……

"Ow."

A fiery red dumpling suddenly appeared outside the window, and slapped the window with its forelegs. Shen Feiyu was disturbed while writing a letter, and when she looked up, she couldn't help being stunned.

I saw an extra white dumpling by the side of the red dumpling.

Shen Feiyu pushed open the window to let the two dumplings come in, but Linghu flicked its big fluffy and soft tail, landed on its hind legs, stood up, folded its front legs, and bowed to Shen Feiyu.

Even though he knew Linghu was human, Shen Feiyu was still shocked by the scene in front of him.

After Linghu made a bow, he ran to the side of the white fox, looked back at Shen Feiyu, and then ran away without looking back.

Shen Feiyu realized in a daze that Linghu was saying goodbye to him just now.

Three years ago when the sword-questioning conference ended, Shen Feiyu brought Linghu back to Feiping Mountain.

There is no grass on the mountain, Shen Feiyu thought at first that Linghu would not get used to it, but seeing Linghu jumping up and down in the pie, even more lively than down the mountain, Shen Feiyu gradually relaxed.

Little did they know, the day of parting came so quickly.

After going out to inquire with the senior brothers of the sect, Shen Feiyu went out of the sect.

I heard from the brothers that the master went out early this morning, and he didn't know where he went.

After leaving the sect, Shen Feiyu was at a loss for a moment, and then, as if feeling something, she walked towards a certain place on the mountainside.

He went to a place with two small soil depressions.

Before he got close, he saw his master squatting in front of Xiao Tuao, who was messing with something.

"Master."

Shen Feiyu called out.

Luo Wenchu ​​turned his head and waved to him: "Come here, Feiyu."

Shen Feiyu followed Luo Wenchu's words and walked over, and saw the green shoots emerging from the ground in front of Luo Wenchu ​​at a glance.

Shen Feiyu followed Luo Wenchu's example and squatted in front of the green seedlings, fingering the tender leaves.

"Master, is there grass growing on Feiping Mountain?"

Luo Wenchu ​​raised a smile: "Yes, the grass has grown."

After 13 years, Feiping Mountain, where not a single blade of grass grows, finally has its first grass.

Shen Feiyu also smiled: "That's great."

Two big men, one standing in his thirties, and the other having received a weak crown last year, squatted in front of a small grass, smiling like fools.

"By the way, master, Linghu has found a companion, and I'm afraid he won't come back in the future."

Shen Feiyu stroked the leaves of grass, and Luo Wenchu ​​stroked his head, "Isn't this great? It has found its home."

Shen Feiyu didn't answer, and turned to another matter: "Master, I won't go back this Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Huh? Won't you go home?"

Shen Feiyu looked up at him and smiled softly.

What he didn't say is: home is where the master is.

——This place of peace of mind is my hometown.