CH 50.2

Chapter 50: How about you Touch me? (2/2)

Occasionally, a few villagers are returning from their work from the door, carrying various kitchen-wares.

Sometimes he was followed by a few naughty children, chirping and clamouring.

“What is the stone pillar in the middle? There are still two handprints on it? ”

Xiaowu walked over bouncing, looking and asking.

“It’s Brother Feng’s masterpiece… A few years ago, our Holy Spirit Village was still very barren. It’s not like this now… there are clean rocky roads and beautiful fountain gardens…”

Tang San walked over and explained with a smile.

At this moment, several voices suddenly sounded in the distance：

“Junior three, Xiaofeng, why are you back?”

The old and familiar figure, coming from a distance, it was old Jack.

After not seeing him for a year, Wang Feng noticed that the wrinkles on Grandpa Jack’s face were a bit more, and time made people old.

“It’s winter vacation, so we come back early.”

Wang Feng walked over and helped old Jack.

“You children, really. It’s such a long way! ”

Old Jack glared at Wang Feng, “But it’s good to be back.”

As he said, old Jack suddenly looked at Tang San, opened his mouth, hesitated for a while and said, “Tang San, your father…”

“Grandpa Jack, I’m going back to see my father.”

Tang San said something with some excitement, and as he spoke, he took Xiaowu and walked towards the blacksmith shop.

Xiao Wu still wanted to see the story on the stone pillar, but hearing Tang San’s rare excitement, he followed directly.

“…Uncle Hao should be gone, right?”

Wang Feng said suddenly.

“Well, he’s gone… how do you know?”

Old Jack nodded and replied subconsciously: “Well, he’s gone… Xiaofeng, how do you know?”

Wang Feng didn’t answer, but helped Grandpa Jack walk to the blacksmith shop, watching Tang San in a daze.

“Tang Hao, this guy is really irresponsible…”

Old Jack said angrily, “After giving the letter to me, he left directly, regardless of Tang San’s feelings… I went to give the letter to Tang San.”

With that said, he walked in and handed the letter to Tang San.

Wang Feng said, Uncle Hao should have come to see Junior three, right?

However, with Uncle Hao’s temperament, it is unlikely that he would look at Junior Three directly in person. It is estimated that he was secretly watching from a certain corner.

Thinking about it, Wang Feng walked in, looked at Tang San with a lost expression, and said：

“Tang San, in fact, Uncle Hao should have been to Notting City to see you.”

Hearing this, Tang San was taken aback.

“Really, I also see it occasionally. He has been here several times and he has been secretly watching you. Sometimes, it’s when you’re working, sometimes it’s when you’re in class…”

Wang Feng smiled and said, “So, you don’t have to be sad. Uncle Hao is very concerned, but he may not want to meet you for some reason. ”

Hearing this, Tang San’s eyes were slightly sour.

“I see, thank you, Brother Feng.”

Wang Feng waved his hand and said：

“Then I’ll go back first, so you and Xiao Wu can clean up your home first.”

With that said, Wang Feng helped old Jack out.

Wang Feng walked along the side of the village, and most of the people brought some small gifts. After doing these things, Wang Feng came to the long-lost and familiar grove.

Although it was only more than a year old, Wang Feng seemed to have the illusion of being separated from the world like a dream.

In this small grove, there were too many tears left by him at the time.

Stroking the familiar big trees, as well as the traces of various traps left on them, stepping on the creaking branches and weeds under their feet.

Wang Feng pinched off a piece of blue and silver grass, put it in his mouth, chewed it slightly twice, and sighed:

It’s really where the dream started.

After a while, Wang Feng stopped suddenly, and his eyes fell in front of him.…

Chirp…

The rough and familiar chirping sound gave Wang Feng the illusion of traversing.

On the ground in the distance, there was a little bluebird lying awesomely, twitching at this time, with blood all over his body.

It’s small, but it’s actually very big, at least half the size of Wang Feng.

but…

Wait, why am I so familiar with this scene?

Wang Feng looked at the little bluebird and was surprised：

“Fuck, you shouldn’t… it was the little bird I rescued more than a year ago, right? Why are you so seriously injured again? How about you touch me?”