Song Qingfeng looked at his parents and son, who were getting closer and closer to him, tears could no longer be controlled, "Father! Mother! Ziyuan! I'm back!" He has recalled this scene countless times. Thinking of waiting for himself to become stronger, he could think of a way to come back and reunite with his family, but as time passed, he was still disappointed.

"Qingfeng! My son! Where have you been in the past few years? Why haven't you come back?" Mother Song stepped forward and cried and hugged Song Qingfeng. When she heard the news of Qingfeng's disappearance at that time, she cried and fainted several times, hoping for a miracle. Qingfeng only went far away and did not die. He will come back. But as time passed year after year, she knew that it was just her own extravagant hope. Unexpectedly, the miracle really appeared, although it appeared very late, but as long as the breeze could come back, she would be happy.

"Mother! Father! I'm sorry! These years have made you worry." Song Qingfeng looked at his elderly parents with guilt.

"Just come back, just come back." Father Song smiled and looked at Song Qingfeng with tears, his eyes full of joy. As long as the breeze can come back, it's better than anything else.

"Let's go in and talk about it." Mother Song reached out and took Song Qingfeng's hand, holding it tightly.

"Okay!" Song Qingfeng smiled and nodded, and walked towards the house.

Watching several people enter the house crying and laughing, Lin Xiaohua smiled and shook her head, raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face, stepped forward, picked up the bag and bamboo basket on the ground, and walked into the house. She planned to leave after putting things away. They were reunited, and she was not suitable for being an outsider.

"Teacher Song, this is what you bought." Lin Xiaohua put the bag in her hand on the table.

"Oh." Song Qingfeng smiled and nodded. Lin Xiaohua didn't carry in, he really forgot these things. Over the years, he has been accustomed to putting everything in storage and space, and he is really not used to carrying things all at once.

"Then I'll go first, and I'll see you tomorrow morning, Grandpa Song, Grandma Song, Master, Ziyuan, goodbye." Waved to everyone, Lin Xiaohua walked out of Song's house.

Song Qingfeng stepped forward to close the door and set up a formation at will.

Seeing that his family members looked at him with strange eyes, Song Qingfeng raised his lips and smiled, "You must be wondering if I am not dead, why don't you come back?"

Liu Yuqing nodded. Qingfeng is not an irresponsible person, otherwise he would not be washed away by the flash flood because of the students. He has not returned for so many years, there must be a reason.

"Sit down first, I will tell you slowly." Song Qingfeng said with a smile when he walked up to a few people.

Liu Yuqing nodded, and Yiyan sat down. They are really curious now, and really want to know what the reason is. Qingfeng has been missing for ten years.

Song Qingfeng also sat down, took out a pot of tea and a few empty teacups, and helped Liu Yuqing and the others pour a cup each.

Seeing Song Qingfeng taking out a pot of tea and teacup out of thin air, Liu Yuqing's eyes widened in surprise. When did Qingfeng learn to do magic?

Song Qingfeng glanced at everyone, "I was washed away by a mountain torrent that time, and when I woke up, I found myself in a strange place, which is not on the earth."

"Isn't on the earth, did you go to an alien?" Song Ziyuan sneered mockingly. Over the years, he has seen his mother and grandparents sad for his father, and he has always been sad for his father, because in his heart his father is a great person, the one he has always admired since childhood.

But today he changed his mind because his father is obviously still alive, but he hasn't come back for so many years. Even if he really can't come back, can't he write? Not on earth, even such a lie can be made up.