Xiao Hua smiled and nodded, "Okay, then mother and sister will make arrangements. I will concentrate on work later, and I won't care about the two children."
Mrs. Sun also smiled and said: "Chengchengcheng, when you get home, you don't want to take care of the children, I will take care of them."
"Fuwa, dear baby, would you like to sleep with me at night?"
Fuwa was originally lying in Sun's arms eating cakes. When she heard this, she raised her head and looked at Xiaohua, then her mouth tightened and she was about to cry.
Mrs. Sun immediately softened her heart and quickly corrected herself: "I am just teasing you, Fuwa is still sleeping with my mother!"
Fuwa stopped puckering her lips and stuffed the cakes into her mouth again.
The adults nearby were happy to see this.
Yang Ruoqing said: "Yes, no matter how painful your breasts are, they can't beat your mother. No wonder the songs say that only mother is good in the world!"
Mrs. Sun said: "Hey, no way, we can't force it."
Xiaohua was also happy, "I can't even be lazy, why are you just giving me face?"
Yang Ruoqing tugged the little pigtails on Fuwa's head and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm not going to let her sleep with the baby on the first day after I come back. I'll wait for a few days to play together and get used to it, and then I can coax her." Guess, it should be about the same."
Xiaohua nodded: "Well, that should be fine. Mom, sister, I'll go over and help first. We'll talk later."
Yang Ruoqing waved her hand: "You go quickly. My mother and I will wait for Fuwa to eat before we go there. Breakfast is a big meal. The children's stomachs can't stand it. Let's eat something from home to cushion them."
In this way, Xiaohua hurried to the old house, and Feng'er followed him there first.
In the main room, Fuwa was eating cakes and playing with toys. Mrs. Sun only had to follow and watch.
She is now one and a half years old and can walk quite well. Yang Ruoqing has already moved all the stools blocking the way to the side, leaving a large open space for Fuwa to play.
So the two of them could still find time to chat while looking at the Fuwa.
"Qing'er, what's going on with your brother? Is he sick, drunk, or motion sick?"
No wonder Sun was confused, because what she heard from Da'an was motion sickness, and what she heard from Xiaohua was illness, but she herself smelled a faint smell of alcohol from Da'an, as if he had been drinking.
I have no choice but to ask Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing glanced in the direction of the backyard. At this moment, Daan had taken the medicine and lay down to rest.
"Mom, I can tell you the truth, but you have to make sure you stay calm and don't get distracted."
"Qing'er, when you said that, I couldn't help but panic. Has something bad happened?" asked Sun.
Yang Ruoqing gave her a calm smile, "Mom, don't be like this. Just make it clear that Da'an Xiaohua and the two children have returned home safely. Let's go back and talk about what has happened. Don't panic. Well. When you panic, I don’t even dare to say anything."
"Okay, okay, I won't panic. Just tell me. Just tell me quickly."
So Yang Ruoqing told Sun what happened to Da'an.
Anyway, this incident itself was a bizarre and supernatural phenomenon, so Yang Ruoqing simply told Sun about the strange mist.
This is because Mrs. Liu is not here, otherwise, these things would be the most to her liking.
But she is busy today, busy marrying her daughter, busy being mother-in-law.
After hearing all this, Mrs. Sun was stunned, and the blood on her face faded completely.
I was holding Fuwa's rattle in my hand, and now the rattle was making a 'dong-dong' sound.
Fuwa turned around and tilted her head to look at the rattle curiously.
"Tits...play the drums."
She pointed to the drum in Sun's hand and said a few simple words in a childish voice.
Mrs. Sun smiled at Fuwa, but the smile was uglier than crying.
Yang Ruoqing also smiled bitterly, she didn't play the drums at all, her hands were shaking because she was frightened!
"I just said that there is something wrong with Da'an's complexion. Even if he is sick, his face will not turn black. It turns out that he hit something dirty." Sun murmured in his mouth, his eyes moving in panic.
If she guessed correctly, she should be thinking about where to go to ask the goddess for rice, or to find a half-immortal to do it.
"Qing'er, when the banquet is over and the three girls come out of the pavilion, why don't you accompany me to the Taoist temple and ask Taoist Yuan to think of something?"
Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment, "That's fine."
Although Da'an repeatedly emphasized that even though he suffered from vomiting and diarrhea after eating the sacrifice, he believed that his late classmate Deng Zeming had no ill intentions towards him.
It's true that classmates get together to have a drink after a long absence, but people and ghosts are on different paths, so there will inevitably be some negative consequences.
But he really didn't blame him. On the contrary, Da'an felt a little sorry for his classmate's untimely death and his lack of talent.
"Although Da'an himself said that his classmates have no intention of harming him, there are some things that we still have to guard against. No matter what, it is true that Da'an's Yintang turned black. I am afraid that he spent the night in Guniuling and still has stains on his body. If you have other bad luck, then let’s do it after noon. After noon, Xiaohua and I will go to the Taoist temple. Mom, please don’t go and stay at home to take care of the children.”
"That's okay." Mrs. Sun thought for a moment and then said: "Qing'er, do you think you can think of a way to get Da'an to go too? So that Daoist Yuan can see it in person?"
Yang Ruoqing rejected Sun's proposal without hesitation: "It's better not to disturb Da'an. Xiaohua and I will take the time to go there."
That's it.
The Fuwa here has almost eaten, and the little man also peed. Mrs. Sun put on warm little cotton shoes for her, and Yang Ruoqing put on a beautiful bunny hat for her. She left Da'an to sleep in the backyard. One of them left the house and went to the old house to play.
At this time, most of the relatives and friends of Lao Yang's family have arrived. The old house of Lao Yang's family is very lively in front and back. The adults are busy coming in and out, and the children are running around. They come nearby to watch the fun or just hang out. There are many villagers ordering melon seeds and peanuts.
Yang Yongjin and Yang Yongqing stood at the door, holding a firecracker in their hands. There were also several bundles of fireworks placed by the ditch not far away. The men gathered together, chatting and smoking, waiting for Tiedan Honger and the others. The young men who went to the village entrance to watch the wedding procession came back to report the news.
Once the wedding team arrives at the intersection, firecrackers will be lit immediately.
Sun and Yang Ruoqing brought Fuwa over, and people they met along the way came over to say hello and tease Fuwa.
Maybe many people came here out of politeness to support her at first, or they wanted to make good friends with the old Yang family and leave a good impression on Yang Ruoqing, so that they could take care of her in some places in the future.
Therefore, the most direct way is to tease and praise Fuwa.
At first, everyone approached with purpose, but when they saw the Fuwa being held in Yang Ruoqing's arms, wrapped in a pink rabbit fur cloak, wearing a white rabbit fur hat, and carved with pink and jade, those compliments suddenly turned into My sincere blessings and exclamations.
We have seen many beautiful children, but beautiful and spiritual children are rare.
The little granddaughter in the third room of the old Yang family in front of me, my God, looks like the lucky doll holding the big carp in the New Year paintings. Isn't it so rare?
