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Chapter 100 The past of the archway (97) Ding Erkang sees Nanma again

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    Ding Erkang finally returned to Nanma Village.

    When the carriage gradually approached the entrance of Nanma Village, Ding Erkang got out of the carriage. He stood on the road and looked around, with tears in his eyes. He often saw this land where he was born and raised for forty years in his dreams.  The place we arrived is so beautiful!

    Ding Erkang, who left home when he was young, was very excited by the rolling hills, the lush land, the green crops, and even the tall and low houses.

    Ding Erkang decided to follow the carriage and walk home.

    Ding Erkang recognized the handwriting of his father at a glance with the two big characters "Nanma" at the head of the village.  Father's calligraphy is well-known in all towns and villages. The family letters and couplets of every household in the village are written by his father. Naturally, the most important village name in the village is even more obligatory.

    At this time, some villagers at the entrance of the village discovered Ding Erkang one after another, and they all rushed up to greet Ding Erkang warmly. People with culture in the village always have higher status and prestige.

    The villagers held Ding Erkang's hand and kept saying, "Erkang, you won't leave when you come back this time?"

    Ding Erkang also responded to them enthusiastically, saying: "I'm not leaving, go home and serve my parents well, they need me when they are old."

    Ding Erkang walked home amidst the crowd and chatter of the villagers.  Along the way, the villagers enthusiastically asked Ding Erkang various questions, such as "Have you married a wife?"

    Ding Erkang answered their questions patiently. He knew that they cared about him and were curious about his experience in the past few years, and there was no malice.

    Finally Ding Erkang saw the green brick compound of his family. The four big characters "Sanyuan and younger brother" were like a pair of big hands welcoming Ding Erkang's return. After staying in Shanyang for a long time, Ding Erkang had almost forgotten  The infinite glory of his ancestors.

    At this time, some villagers had already notified Ding Erkang's parents, who were already waiting for Ding Erkang on the eaves of the main courtyard.  As soon as Ding Erkang saw his parents supporting each other, especially when his father's back was bent like a shrimp, Ding Erkang couldn't help but shed tears.

    Ding Erkang knelt down, and walked to his parents on his knees.  While walking, he said: "Father, mother, the unfilial son Ding Erkang is back, please punish him!"

    Ding Erkang's mother greeted him, hugged Ding Erkang who was kneeling, and burst into tears, crying, "My son is finally back, but I miss my mother badly. You haven't been by my mother's side for so many years."  , Mother didn't take care of you, Kanger, you are old. Look, you all have gray hair."

    Ding Erkang looked up at the crying mother, and he said hastily: "Mother, the child is 41 years old this year, and already has gray hair. Mother, you don't look changed at all, you are still so good-looking.  "

    Ding Erkang's mother stopped crying after hearing Ding Erkang's words, and she said angrily, "You child will pick up nice words, knowing that mother is afraid of getting old."

    Ding Erkang buried his head on his mother and hugged her tightly. He closed his eyes to feel his mother's temperature, and sniffed hard his nose for the good saponin smell coming from his mother.

    Ding Erkang has been used to smelling this smell since he was a child. When he was a child, he always loved to sniff the soap locust smell from his mother. This smell is like the smell of breast milk, which made him always feel attached to his mother.

    At this moment, a rapid coughing sound came from his ears, and Ding Erkang hurriedly got up from his mother's side. He knew it was his father who was coughing.  Ding Erkang patted his father's back lightly with his hands, and saw that his father coughed more and more urgently, his face became more and more red, and he coughed up tears after a while.

    Ding Erkang hurriedly helped his father to the bedroom. He put his father on the bed, took off his shoes, and let his father lie down on his side.

    ?My father coughed for a while and finally stopped coughing. Ding Erkang hurriedly brought a bowl of warm water for his father to drink.  Looking at his father who gradually calmed down, Ding Erkang asked with concern: "Father, why is your cough getting worse again? Didn't you ask the doctor to come and take a look?"

    At this time, my mother said for my father: "Please have the best doctor in the city look at it. Your father's resistance has decreased as he gets older. He can't catch cold, get tired, let alone be emotional. If you don't come back, your father will cough again when he is happy."  Just let him rest a little longer!" After speaking, his mother gave Ding Erkang a wink and called him out of the bedroom.

    As soon as he left the bedroom, Ding Erkang asked his mother, "Mother, is my father's illness really as you said?"

    Only then did Ding Erkang's mother whisper: "Let's go out and talk, before your father hears."

    The two of them walked out of the bedroom to the main room, and Ding Erkang's mother said: "Your father's illness is probably dying. The doctor said that the cough has entered the lungs.If it can be raised well, it can last until next year. If the winter is too cold, it will not be able to raise well, and it is estimated that it will not survive the winter.  That's why I asked your father to write a letter to ask you to come back. If you spend more time with him, he will probably last a few more years if he is happy.  "

    When Ding Erkang heard that his father's illness was so serious, he became anxious. He said, "Mother, wait for me and go to the city to ask for a doctor right now. Daddy must use the best medicine."

    Mother hurriedly stopped Ding Erkang, and she said: "Don't worry, put down all your luggage first, wash your face, I made your favorite hand-rolled noodles, you have dinner first, and you can go treat it tomorrow morning."  It's not too late for the doctor, your father's illness is not an emergency, and he doesn't care about it for a while."

    Ding Erkang thought about it, and he hurriedly took his luggage from the carriage.  Ding Erkang lived almost like an ascetic monk in Shanyang for more than ten years. His luggage was pitifully small, except for an old bedding and a few blue cloth robes, nothing else.

    Ding Erkang has saved some money. The "Bamboo Forest Academy" implements an annual salary system, and he receives the same salary as the manager.  Usually Ding Erkang does not have any consumption, so Ding Erkang has saved almost all of his wages over the past ten years.

    When he returned home, Ding Erkang exchanged them into bank notes and brought them all back. His father needed money when he was sick, and Ding Erkang would need to bear the livelihood of the family in the future.

    Ding Erkang's room was cleaned by his mother, so he packed his luggage a little and rushed to the kitchen, where his mother was making hand-rolled noodles for him.

    I saw my mother rolling the noodles with a rolling pin on the chopping board. Every time the rolling pin touched the chopping board, the noodles would be thinner.  It was passed on.

    After a while, seeing that the dough was rolled out thin and even, my mother folded the dough into a long strip like a folding fan, and then cut it with a knife.

    Under the sound of "click, click", the skin was turned into noodles. After cutting, the mother shook her hand, and the long, thick and uniform noodles were rolled out.

    Seeing his mother's agile movements, Ding Erkang couldn't help but secretly rejoiced, "Fortunately, my mother's body is as good as before, and I can still eat hand-made noodles made by my mother after being away from home for so many years. I am so happy!"  Website website: www.hlnovel.com
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