In order to calm down the strange emotions he had developed after the murder, Ma Yunhui changed into a practice uniform from less than four o'clock in the morning. He practiced Liu Family Fist's Day in the open space in front of the living room of Green Liuyuan Garden. He gradually immersed in the practice and entered a state of selflessness.

Time passed quietly during the practice over and over again. More than three hours later, at 7:14 in the morning, the iron railing gate closed by Luliuyuan was silently pushed open. Ma Ronggang, Chen Meihua and Yang Xiancheng appeared in Luliuyuan, and immediately saw Ma Yunhui who was completely immersed in the practice.

Seeing this scene, Ma Ronggang's face showed a look of relief, and Chen Meihua's expression seemed much lower. Only Yang Xiancheng smiled and praised softly: "Yonghui's ability to be attracted by the old patriarch is inseparable from his diligence."

"Shh." Ma Rong just heard Yang Xiancheng's words and made a gesture to his wife and Yang Xiancheng to silence, and then said softly: "Go into the house, don't disturb him to practice."

So, the three of them quietly entered the yard and then quietly entered the living room.

Ma Yunhui noticed that his parents had returned, but at this time he was immersed in this trance and could not extricate himself. Practicing Liu Family Fist can help him calm his turbulent state of mind as quickly as possible and restore his originally calm mood as soon as possible.

This practice was around nine o'clock in the morning.

"It's over?" Looking at the thin figure in the yard, he stopped moving and moved. Chen Meihua, who had already prepared a wet towel, immediately walked down the steps and touched Ma Sunhui's little head with some distress. He asked in doubt whether he was feeling distressed or blamed: "How long have you been practicing?"

"Ah?" Ma Yunhui, who had just stopped practicing, felt refreshed. After hearing his mother Chen Meihua's inquiry, he raised his hand and scratched his itchy cheeks, and answered honestly: "It started at 3:40 in the morning."

After saying this, Chen Meihua felt even more distressed. He quickly wiped the sweat from Ma Yunhui's forehead with a towel, and said while wiping it, "You kid, you are like this, you are not at home? You don't sleep well at three or four o'clock in the morning, why do you run out to practice boxing? You are leaving tomorrow morning, how can you feel at ease?"

"In the future, remember that no matter where you and the patriarch go, first of all, remember to take good care of your body, and then call your mother at least once a month, and then..."

Chen Meihua was nagging and reminding Ma Yunhui listened honestly until more than five minutes passed. Seeing that his mother Chen Meihua still had no intention of stopping her advice, Ma Yunhui had to say silly: "Mom, I'm hungry..."

So there was a jingling sound from the kitchen where Luliuyuan had not been on fire for a long time. Hearing this sound, Yang Xiancheng, who was originally sitting on the sofa drinking tea, changed his face. He stood up and lowered his voice and said, "Well, I just remembered that there was something else I had to deal with, I'll go and do it first."

After saying that, he left in a hurry without waiting for Ma Rong to speak out and try to stay.

At this time, Ma Yunhui obviously saw a look called resentful on his father Ma Ronggang's face, but he couldn't understand what was going on.

But soon Ma Yunhui realized that from the moment his mother Chen Meihua brought out three big bowls of black things on a tray, he had a premonition that something was wrong.

"Huh." Chen Meihua put the tray on the dining table, turned around strangely, and asked Ma Yunhui: "Where have you been Cheng Bo?"

"Mr. Cheng said something urgent, so he left first." Ma Yunhui replied honestly.

"This person is really. I have included his share." Chen Meihua seemed a little unhappy. After looking down at the three big bowls of black things on the dining table, he seemed to say helplessly: "Forget it, since he has something to leave, it will be a discount for you two fathers and sons... Look, his share belongs to you."

As the wife of the deacon of the Ma family in Nancheng, Baifeng City, Chen Meihua's parents' family will naturally not have bad conditions. After marrying into the Ma family, she did not have much chance to go to the kitchen.

She felt that she had gritted her teeth and went to the kitchen today, which was the best reward for Ma Sunhui, and Ma Ronggang was just a blessing from Ma Sunhui.

This is indeed a blessing. At least Ma Yunhui and Ma Ronggang were eating the so-called black medicinal food while swallowing tears into their stomachs... Happiness is really so happy!

The father and son looked up at each other and saw the bitter smile in each other's eyes. There was no way, so they closed their eyes and pinched their noses... and eat!

Half an hour later, the father and son, who seemed to be fighting for three hundred rounds with an opponent who was equal to each other, fell on the sofa with some strength, and his father Ma Ronggang even put his legs on the coffee table.

He looked back slightly at his son Ma Yunhui, and suddenly said, "In another twenty hours, you are leaving. Aren't you going to say something to us?" The living room instantly became a whirlpool. Chen Meihua, who was cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen, trembling his hands and almost dropped the porcelain bowl in her hand. She didn't go out, but just stood in front of the washing sink and turned her back to the living room. Her bright eyes were covered with a layer of fog.

In the living room, Ma Yunhui raised his head and looked at his father Ma Ronggang. Ma Ronggang was also looking at him silently, looking at his son who had been weak and sick since childhood and had only suddenly exploded in nearly a year. The father and son were silent.

Six years is a long time for anyone, and six years is enough to change a lot.

Ma Yunhui is only ten years old now, and his life has just begun, but at this time he has to leave his parents for six years... This feeling cannot be explained clearly in just a few words.

Ma Yun looked at his father's tough face and opened his mouth to say something, but after all, he was just a ten-year-old child. Under the atmosphere before parting, he was silent.

There were tears scattered in his eyes. He wanted to hold back and not cry, but tears overflowed uncontrollably and slid down his tender cheeks.

At this time, Ma Rong had just laughed suddenly. He reached out and patted Ma Yunhui's shoulder gently, and laughed loudly: "Son, you have to help your father and mother! We two point to you to come back to provide care for us!"

"Six years...hey, what will you become in six years?"

"Dad guess, you must be a handsome guy who will fascinate the little girl in six years!"

"Dad believes in you. When you come back in six years, you will definitely give us a big surprise, right?"

"Yeah um..." Ma Yunhui nodded heavily, tears rolling down. He could no longer control his emotions and started crying loudly.

On this day, the atmosphere in Green Willow Garden was quite strange, with laughter and crying from time to time, as if explaining the joy and sorrow of the three of them before the parting.

They really want to freeze the time at this moment, but in fact they can't do it.

At around five o'clock the next morning, Ma Yunhui, who was held by his parents and slept on the sofa for a night, had red eyes and got up gently. Without alarming anyone, he picked up his simple luggage that he had prepared and quietly left Luliuyuan.

He didn't know that when he gently closed the iron railing door outside the yard, Ma Ronggang and Chen Meihua, who seemed to be sleeping in the living room, opened their eyes almost at the same time...

"My son is gone."

"Yes, the old patriarch should be waiting for him at the door."

"I wonder what Yoonghui will become in six years?"

After a moment of silence, Ma Ronggang whispered: "Let's wait and see."

“…I want to cry.”

"Don't cry."

"Why?"
Chapter completed!