Chapter 122 Back to "Home"

"here?"

While Jiang Hao was still feeling emotional, Hong Yuye's voice suddenly pulled him back.

At this moment they were standing in front of a slightly grand inn.

There are four big characters written on it - Yunshang Inn.

"Yeah." Jiang Hao nodded slightly.

He had the impression that he thought that if he had money, he would come here to eat and live, it must be very comfortable.

It's just that I didn't expect that I do have money now, but I don't have the same idea as before.

After entering, Jiang Hao and Hong Yuye stood in front of the counter.

"Two staying in the shop?" asked the middle-aged shopkeeper.

two? Jiang Hao was a little surprised, he was curious what the red rain leaves looked like in the other party's eyes.

No one looked over along the way, and he thought it was because they couldn't see the red rain leaves.

"Well, stay at the hotel." Jiang Hao nodded.

"Then open a room for the two of you?" the shopkeeper asked tentatively.

Jiang Hao subconsciously glanced at Hong Yuye, and found that she had a calm face and had no intention of speaking.

Feeling his gaze, Hong Yuye turned to look at him.

It seemed to be a joke.

Afterwards, Jiang Hao asked for two rooms.

He naturally wanted two rooms, but he was worried that it would spoil the purpose of Hong Yuye's trip, so he needed to look at each other's expressions.

The Yunshang Inn has six floors.

The lobby on the first floor is the place to eat.

The ordinary rooms on the second and third floors are called Yunxia, ​​the fourth and fifth floors are called Yunzhong, and the sixth floor is Yunshang.

What Jiang Hao wanted was the sixth floor.

If it's him, it doesn't matter.

But it was different with Hong Yuye by his side, he was the one who suffered a little carelessly.

creak!

The door opened.

A fragrance came.

The goal is the exquisite room, with beds, tables and chairs, and dressing tables.

There is a wind screen standing on the side, on which is a landscape painting.

Behind the wind screen is a wooden bucket for bathing.

There is also a window at the front, with tables and chairs on the edge of the window, which can be used to look at the scenery of the city.

Jiang Hao came to the window and looked down. It was Dalu Street.

Hong Yuye came over and sat down, then pointed to the teapot.

Jiang Hao understood, took out Xue Houchun to make a pot of tea, and then poured a cup for him.

Hong Yuye looked at the teacup for a long time, but did not move.

She glanced at Jiang Hao and remained silent.

Are you not satisfied with this tea? Jiang Hao was a little startled, and immediately changed the subject:

"What do seniors want to do in Luocheng?"

"For this." Hong Yuye placed a slate on the table:

"This is a slate that can convey secret words. The message from the slate is that we will meet in this city in these three days."

"Who's on the other side?" Jiang Hao asked curiously.

"I don't know, so what you have to do is to find the source of the slate, or other slates." Hong Yuye pushed the slate over and said:

"Now you hold the slate, and I will teach you how to crack it later."

Hearing this, Jiang Hao could only accept the slate.

He didn't understand who the root of the slate was, and it deserved the attention of people like Hong Yuye.

At this time, the sun was shining outside, a little hot and glaring.

"Go buy me an umbrella." Hong Yuye said suddenly.

After nodding in response, Jiang Hao walked out.

Standing at the door of the inn, he felt a little emotional.

I wanted to come out, and now it's just right.

If I remember correctly, his former home was not far from here.

Seventeen years.

Don't know how they are now.

At this time, he didn't quite understand what he was thinking, he just wanted to go back and have a look.

Whether he wanted them to live a good life or a bad life, he didn't have an answer for a while.

Maybe when you see it, you will understand.

"Do they recognize me? Do they panic when they see me?"

He wanted to know many questions, but he didn't want to know much.

After a moment of emotion, he started to walk in the direction of "home" according to his memory.

Passing by a place that sells oiled paper umbrellas, I chose an umbrella with red patterns on it.

Every time I see red rain leaves, I always wear red clothes. I probably like red.

After putting away the umbrella, he continued on his way.

Shaoqing.

He left the boulevard and walked into the residential area.

This place is no longer as bustling and bustling as outside, but it also looks peaceful.

After turning a few more turns, he stopped by an alley.

Not far in front of him, there is a house.

If I remember correctly, it should be the place where he lived when he was a child.

After hesitating for a while, Jiang Hao stood quietly at the corner, looking over there.

He wanted to take a look from afar and see their current life.

It's just that after waiting for a long time, no one opened the door.

"I was sold at the age of five, and now I am twenty-two.

They should not recognize me. "

Confirming this, he came to the door and reached out to knock on it.

Just when he was about to knock on the door, he suddenly stopped in mid-air.

His heart suddenly became no longer calm, as if he didn't know how to deal with the family behind the door.

Taking a deep breath, he finally knocked on the somewhat old door.

Dongdong!

There was a knock on the door.

Jiang Hao stood where he was and waited.

After a while, there were footsteps, followed by an old voice:

"who is it?"

Only then did the door slowly open, and an old woman leaned out, looking at Jiang Hao.

"You are?" Jiang Hao was a little surprised.

In his memory, there is no picture of this person.

"You guys are funny too. You knocked on my door and asked me who I am." The old woman looked at Jiang Hao and said with a smile.

In doubt, Jiang Hao asked and answered:

"Is this the house surnamed Jiang?"

"Surname Jiang?" The old woman thought for a while and said:

"It seems to have been."

"Ever?" Jiang Hao was a little surprised.

"Come in, my old man knows a lot." The old woman stood up and stepped aside.

"Thank you." Jiang Hao bowed his head gratefully.

Entering the gate, what you see is the familiar courtyard, which has hardly changed.

It's just a lot older.

"He's in the backyard." The old woman closed the door and led Jiang Hao to the backyard.

Slowly walking through the yard, Jiang Hao looked around.

Passing by a stone, he remembered that he was sitting here stealing food, looking forward to the future.

Walking out of the house, his stepmother's scolding vaguely sounded in his ears: "Eat, eat, you know how to eat, hurry up and go to work."

When he came to the backyard, Jiang Hao saw the place where firewood was piled up, which he was familiar with.

I slept here by myself, and started chopping firewood for cooking when I was four or five years old.

Looking at these places, he felt an inexplicable joy in his heart.

When he came back this time, he wanted to see the place and those people.

It's a pity that things are different.

"Old man, this person seems to be looking for the Jiang family, so please tell him." The old woman brought him over and went out.

At this time, Jiang Hao saw an old man in front of him who was still quite energetic, splitting firewood slowly.

Hearing what his mother-in-law said, he looked at Jiang Hao in a little surprise:

"Come to find relatives?"

"Yes." Jiang Hao nodded and said politely:

"I hope the old man can tell you a thing or two."

"It's been many years." The old man smiled and said:

"Let me think about what happened back then."

Jiang Hao did not urge, but took the hatchet from the opponent and said:

"Think about it slowly, I'll crack the firewood for you."

"You are really polite, you don't look like an ordinary person in your clothes.

Have you ever cracked firewood? "The old man was a little surprised.

No matter how low-key Jiang Hao is, as a cultivator, he will not wear ordinary clothes.