"Since my father-in-law is that kind of temperament, then you should take the initiative. When it comes to a couple, whoever takes the initiative first will not lose. Look at us, our sons, daughters-in-law, grandchildren, Cheng Huan is here to wait for you. The couple resolves their misunderstanding and the family reunites!"
Yang Ruoqing's words made Tuoba Xian burst into tears.
She took her hand out of the hand warmer and held Yang Ruoqing's hand tightly.
"Qing'er, every word of what you said has touched my heart. To be honest, although I blame him, I have complained for more than 20 years."
"However, I'm not afraid of saying something disrespectful. In my heart, I still can't let him go!"
"Especially this time, I panicked when I heard that there was a letter from Donghai. I really..."
"I'm so worried about his shortcomings. I don't even have anyone to hate in this world. I hope he lives and lives well..."
Yang Ruoqing sent Tuoba Xian back to the front yard, and when she returned to the backyard, she met him face to face on the verandah in the backyard.
Yang Ruoqing was surprised: "Why did you come out?"
Luo Fengtang said in a dull voice: "Come and pick you up."
"In our own home, there is no need to pick up the front and back yards!" Yang Ruoqing said.
Luo Fengtang said: "I'm used to it. If I don't accept it, I won't be used to it."
He came over, took her hand and walked directly to the backyard.
Yang Ruoqing originally wanted to be cold-hearted with him, but his words made her feel warm in her heart.
So she didn't pull her hand back and let him lead her to the backyard.
Although there was a red lantern hanging some distance away from the corridor, the light was still a bit dim.
His face flickered in the dim light.
She secretly observed his expression along the way, guessing his mood and what he was thinking at the moment. Suddenly, he stopped.
He turned sideways, tightened her cloak, put the white fox fur hood on her head, and then continued walking forward.
"Why don't you speak? Are you still angry?" Yang Ruoqing asked as she walked, with a hint of ridicule in her voice.
Luo Fengtang smiled bitterly, "After you sent your mother away, I pondered it alone in the room for a while. Then I came out and blew in the cold wind for a while, and I figured it out."
"Oh? So what do you understand?" Yang Ruoqing asked curiously.
Luo Fengtang said: "You are right, this is the grudges of the previous generation. One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. As long as my mother has no regrets for the rest of her life and lives a complete and clear life, I, as the son, do not need to interfere too much. .”
Yang Ruoqing snapped her fingers and said, "That's right. It would be great if you could think like this earlier!"
Luo Fengtang forced out a smile and said, "My mother wants to write a letter for Chen'er to take to the East China Sea. I don't agree with this, but I don't object anymore. It's up to her."
"Originally, I thought that as long as I was filial enough, I could make up for my mother's lack of happiness with the joy of being at my knees. However, now I find that some things cannot be replaced."
Yang Ruoqing snapped her fingers again: "Like love, like family affection, there are some things that we cannot replace."
Luo Fengtang nodded, stretched out his arms and took her into his arms, which was equivalent to holding her while walking.
At night, after Chen'er returned to her room, she did not go to bed immediately. Instead, she made a cup of refreshing tea, sat in front of the desk, and spread out the drawing paper.
Yes, he was going to paint.
After a long talk with his parents tonight, his mother suggested that he paint two paintings.
Draw a portrait of the grandfather from the East China Sea and give it to my grandmother Tuoba Xian.
Draw another portrait of my grandmother Tuoba Xian as she is now, and take it back to the East China Sea to give to my grandfather.
So Chen'er drank tea at this moment to make his mind clearer, and then in his mind, he sketched out every outline, detail, and even the micro-expression of his grandparents bit by bit under the tip of his pen. …
When both paintings were completed, the first rooster crow came from the backyard.
Chen'er pressed the drawing papers with an inkstone and put them on the desk to let them dry. Then she stretched her arms, went to the bathroom, washed her face, and heated her feet with hot water before lying down on the bed.
At this time, the days are short and the nights are long, and the sun rises late, so you should be able to sleep for two hours.
Have a good night's sleep. Tomorrow morning, I will go with my dad and grandpa to worship our ancestors and burn incense at Mianniu Mountain behind the village...
When she woke up, Yang Ruoqing heard the intermittent sound of firecrackers coming from the mountains behind the village.
She stretched and got up, and Luo Fengtang happened to come out of the bathroom. Looking at his bunting attire, it was obvious that he had just returned from sword practice.
"Why are there firecrackers in the back mountain right now?" Yang Ruoqing asked in confusion.
Luo Fengtang said: "Some people rush early and go to the mountain to worship their ancestors before they have eaten breakfast."
Yang Ruoqing was surprised, "It's so early, aren't you afraid of the cold? Besides, I went to burn incense in the morning, so what are you doing in the morning?"
Luo Fengtang nodded, and while helping Yang Ruoqing prepare warm water for washing, he said: "This Chinese New Year is just an atmosphere to celebrate. What you enjoy is the atmosphere of a family or a clan burning incense and worshiping their ancestors."
"If you rush to complete it like an errand, it will lose its flavor. Right?"
Yang Ruoqing gave a thumbs up: "The review is spot on, exactly like that!"
"The water and toothpaste are ready. Qing'er, brush your teeth quickly. After dinner, let's go to the mountain to burn incense together," he said.
Yang Ruoqing nodded happily.
While brushing her teeth, Luo Fengtang went to the closet to find a set of clothes of his own, entered the bathroom, stood behind her and changed, not shying away from anything.
This perfect figure, chest and abdominal muscles, and narrow but strong waist were all exposed in the bronze mirror, and they all fell into Yang Ruoqing's eyes.
Her heart was pounding and her cheeks were feeling warm.
Especially when he was changing his trousers, Yang Ruoqing felt even more flustered because of his slender legs and something larger than the average men's model.
"Qing'er, what's my figure like? Can I still impress you?"
Behind him, his teasing voice suddenly came.
She was startled, turned her head with the toothbrush stuffed in her mouth, and saw that he was draping a white robe loosely on his shoulders, and his chest was casually loose, revealing a piece of wheat-colored skin.
He tilted his head and looked at her with a joking look, his handsome three-dimensional facial features were breathtakingly handsome.
This cool and naughty look made Yang Ruoqing subconsciously raise her hands to cover her chest.
Oops, I was actually aroused. This is such a thrilling feeling!
"Qing'er, what's wrong with you? Do you feel uncomfortable in your chest?"
Seeing her mouth full of foam, holding a toothbrush in her mouth and reaching out to cover her chest, Luo Fengtang panicked a little, stepped over with his slender legs, and supported her.
"Qing'er?" He leaned down and looked at her, his eyes filled with nervousness.
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