When the carriage stopped and Yang Ruoqing got off the carriage, Luo Fengtang was taking the gifts out of the carriage while she was looking towards the yard at home.
Suddenly, I saw two small figures running wildly on the field ridge here.
The ridges of the fields were covered with grass and various wild vegetables, and were rugged.
The two little guys stumbled while running, but their speed was very fast.
Luo Baobao ran at the front, leaving Dazhi some distance away.
The warm spring sun shines on the child's face. The child's face is flushed and his eyes are cool.
Wearing a red floral singlet with blue pants underneath.
The smile was crooked, and when he saw Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang from a distance, he shouted loudly: "Mom, dad!"
He also stretched out his little hands as if he wanted to hug him.
At this moment, Yang Ruoqing's eyes suddenly became wet.
For such a young person, the happiness that fills her heart and world is expectation.
Looking forward to the return of my parents.
In her current understanding, it doesn't matter whether her parents are grassroots or noble.
Even if you are a beggar, sleeping on the roadside and begging together, all you need is to be held in your mother's arms.
Facing the ankles of passers-by, the child will not feel afraid, because she still has her mother's arms!
"Baby!"
"Ambition!"
Yang Ruoqing couldn't bear it any longer and hurried over to meet him.
He held Baby Luo in his arms and weighed it secretly. Well, the child has gained a little weight and seems to be a little taller.
After some intimacy, Dazhi came to Yang Ruoqing's side panting.
Yang Ruoqing would definitely not neglect Dazhi. She held each other in one arm and the three of them were intimate together.
Mrs. Sun and others also chased after them. Yang Ruoqing looked at the children to see if they were thin, while Mr. Sun looked at Yang Ruoqing to see if she had lost weight.
Yang Ruoqing handed the children to Luo Fengtang, and she came over to take the basket from Sun's hand.
Looking at the wild vegetables in the basket, Yang Ruoqing smiled.
"Originally it would take three to five days to get home. When I thought about the wild vegetable dumplings and cakes made by my mother, I tried my best to urge Tang Yazi to go faster and faster," she said.
Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Mrs. Sun smiled happily.
"Your father and I were counting on our fingers at home and figured you would be back soon. I didn't expect you would be home today."
"It's good to be back, it's good to be back, let's go to our house!"
The group entered the house chatting and laughing.
As usual when I return from outside countless times, my mother-in-law Tuoba Xian is in the next yard, Grandma Ga and my aunt are in the side yard.
As well as Wang Cuilian, the aunt in the village, and Blacksmith Luo, they all put aside what they were doing and came over.
Luo Fengtang talked to the men and took out the tobacco he brought back from the capital to share with them.
Yang Ruoqing was surrounded by women and patiently answered their questions.
It's the same topic every time, but it has a different freshness every time.
Moreover, Yang Ruoqing also learned immediately from their mouths that both Xiao Yaxue and Yang Ruolan were born prematurely.
One was born during the day and the other was born at night. They are both just one month old now.
Moreover, Cao Bamei also gave birth and was in confinement.
Among these three best friends, Xiao Yaxue gave birth to a son, while the other two gave birth to daughters.
Yang Ruoqing secretly thought that when she got free time, she would definitely go and see their three children.
When she mentioned children, her eyes couldn't help but look for her own children.
Dazhi was very obedient. I gave him something to eat and something to play with, and then he sat aside and went to play.
Luo Baobao was different. He followed Yang Ruoqing wherever he went. He was a complete follower.
"Sister, before you came back, the baby was clinging to me. Now that you come back, you won't want me anymore."
Xiaohua came over and said with a smile.
Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Don't worry, she can only warm up to a bowl of tea right now. After a while, I won't do what she wants, and she will make trouble with me again."
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After handing everyone in the hall to Luo Fengtang, Yang Ruoqing came to the backyard to help Sun.
What is mother?
Mom is the one who misses you the most in your loneliest days when you are far away from home.
He is also the one who silently retreats to the kitchen when you come back and prepares a meal for you in full swing.
Mom doesn't care how high you climb or how beautiful you are.
She only cares about whether you are tired today? Are you hungry now?
In the kitchen, Mrs. Sun was kneading the yellow bitter vegetables and squeezing out the green juice so that the food would not taste bitter.
Seeing Yang Ruoqing come in, Mrs. Sun raised her head and smiled, "I guessed that you couldn't sit still, so you would definitely come over."
Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "I know my daughter better than my mother."
"I'm here to help mom cook." She said, looking for an apron.
Mrs. Sun said: "Don't worry, the vegetables are still being kneaded here. Just talk to you."
Yang Ruoqing nodded and stood aside watching.
This scene was her favorite. When she was in the capital, she watched the ladies of the same age as Sun go out, cheering each other.
Wearing the most luxurious clothes, and holding the most expensive Persian cats and pet dogs in her arms, they are like stars holding the moon.
At this time, she would think of her mother.
My mother is a representative of countless rural women who spend their entire lives around cooking pots, men and children.
A completely different life trajectory, but my mother's happiness is no less than that of those noble ladies.
This is an original attitude towards life that does not depend on material life. The source of happiness is always deep in one's heart.
"Mom, I've been around the house a lot, but I can't see my dad anywhere? Where has he been?"
Yang Ruoqing asked while helping Sun peel and pound garlic.
"Has my father gone to the ground?" she asked again.
Mrs. Sun shook her head: "Your father didn't go to the ground. Your father accompanied your father to see him off at Dashiling."
Dashiling?
Yang Ruoqing is familiar with this place name.
Dashiling is located south of Qingshui Town, about thirty miles away from Changping Village.
Dashiling is a fork in the road, which is equivalent to a highway hub today.
From south to north, there are differences.
In the past, when they took the official road to Xiushui Town in the south, they had to pass through Dashiling.
"Who are you sending this to? It seems like he's a distant visitor?" Yang Ruoqing asked curiously.
Sun said: "The uncle of your uncle's family and the two guys brought by the uncle are all from Yuncheng."
"Yuncheng? Grandpa's uncle? What's going on?" Yang Ruoqing was even more confused.
Sun paused in the rubbing action and looked at Yang Ruoqing in surprise.
"What? You don't know? Some time ago, people from Yuncheng came to look for relatives. It turns out that your father has relatives in Yuncheng,"
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