Yang Ruoqing bared her teeth for a while, angry and funny. In the end, she still held the letter and stared at the six words, wishing to break it open and make signs.
That's all, I must be very busy.
But these six words are enough.
I miss you too, silly boy. Even if we are all of the same age starting with three characters, in my heart you will always be the silly boy who makes me dream about you.
I miss you too, but the mountains are high and the rivers are long, so I can only express my love to you under the bright moon!
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At night, a strong north wind suddenly blew,
The wind carried the snow particles and slapped them on the roof rubble, making a crackling sound.
Yang Ruoqing lay on her side on the bed, touching the warm four-leaf clover ruby necklace on her collarbone, feeling sleepy for a long time.
Optimism and positivity are reserved for the noisy daytime.
Loneliness and loneliness belong to this late night.
Many times, when she looked at this huge bed and his empty place, she couldn't help but feel sad.
This year, she almost never saw him again, feeling like a left-behind woman.
The husbands of the left-behind women can come back at least twice during wheat harvesting or autumn harvest time, but what about her?
Married to the great general who protects the country, which makes countless women in Daqi jealous, but with a high position, comes great responsibility.
Staying together like an ordinary couple and having daily necessities of daily necessities is simply a luxury for them.
The year before last, she was the one working for Qi Xingyun in the capital, and in the past two years, it was him, always spending less time together and more time apart.
Sometimes when I calm down, I suddenly think of the time when the two of them were teenagers, buying tofu together and opening a restaurant.
When a person has more and more memories, does it mean that she has reached middle age and is gradually getting older?
However, the face in the bronze mirror is still young, and the old one is the heart, right?
The whole night passed with such random thoughts, and I fell asleep in the middle of the night.
After dawn, the sound of footsteps and the voices of Wang Cuilian and Luo Baobao were heard in the yard.
Today is already New Year’s Eve, the last day of the year.
"Grandma, will the snow get heavier and heavier?"
Baby Luo's clear and sweet voice came into the house from the yard.
A girl of her age is truly carefree, and the best time in her life has just begun.
"Looking at the situation, there's a good chance there will be heavy snow this time!" This was Wang Cuilian's voice.
"I hope the heavy snow will fall again later, and don't waste the morning climbing mountains and burning incense." Luo Baobao added.
Wang Cuilian smiled: "Don't worry, we'll eat breakfast as soon as your mother gets up. After breakfast, you can go to the mountains to burn incense."
"Okay, then I'll go call my mother."
"No need to shout, I'm already up."
Yang Ruoqing leaned against the window, crossed her arms and looked into the yard with a smile.
The sky is gray, with thin snowflakes floating.
The snowflakes melted quickly as soon as they landed on the bluestone ground, leaving behind a pool of wetness, and there was an extra layer of white on the branches.
The north wind is not stopping, and judging from the situation, a heavy snowfall is imminent.
During the Chinese New Year, it should snow. Only when it snows does it feel like the New Year.
What's more, the sun shines brightly throughout the twelfth lunar month, and in the first lunar month, it's time for rain and snow to close the door. Family members and friends who have been busy for a year take this opportunity to get together, visit, eat, maintain relationships, accompany children, be considerate to the elderly, and talk about their hearts as a couple. After all, this is the Chinese New Year.
"Qing'er, I see that you don't look well. Did you not sleep well? Or did you catch a cold?"
Wang Cuilian came to the window, looked at Yang Ruoqing, and asked.
"Is there any?"
Yang Ruoqing came to her senses, raised her hand to caress her face, and then gave Wang Cuilian a reassuring smile.
"Maybe I drank tea before going to bed, and it took me a while to fall asleep. I'm fine."
"It turns out you drank tea. No wonder. Get some sleep in the afternoon, otherwise you won't be able to stay up late at night."
Yang Ruoqing responded obediently.
When Wang Cuilian took Baby Luo to the kitchen, her smile disappeared.
Looking up at the snowy sky, I was stunned for a while.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I’ve been feeling a little depressed since I woke up.
Perhaps it was the two sentences in his letter that touched something!
Taking a deep breath, she is now the spiritual pillar of the family. She is optimistic and positive, which makes the family lively.
If she is depressed and sad, her family will be unhappy too, not to mention that today is the Chinese New Year?
Yang Ruoqing, smile, who told you to be the general's wife? Your man is destined to be different, so you must also have a strong heart!
Come on, Ouli!
After breakfast, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Baobao changed their clothes and shoes. Tuoba Xian brought a hat and gloves for Luo Baobao to wear.
Wang Cuilian put the prepared sacrificial objects into the basket, where Blacksmith Luo prepared soju, incense, papyrus and other things for the tomb.
Yang Ruoqing glanced at the wind and snow outside, then turned to the backyard and pulled a bundle of straw on her back.
"Mom, what are you doing carrying straw?" Luo Baobao asked curiously.
Yang Ruoqing said: "It has two uses, one is used to block the wind and light fire, and the other is used to pad the knees and kowtow."
The ground was wet, as were the vegetation. It would be very embarrassing if I couldn't light incense in front of the grave.
Blacksmith Luo slapped his head, "Qing'er is still thoughtful, I didn't even think of this."
Yang Ruoqing smiled. It had been eighteen years since she traveled back in time, and the road up the mountain to burn incense had been trampled to pieces.
What kind of weather have you never encountered?
I thought about it a little more, but it’s not worth mentioning.
Blacksmith Luo and Yang Ruoqing were both wearing hats, and Baby Luo was wearing a hat. The three of them went out and walked towards the village.
When I passed by the courtyard of Yang Huazhong's house, I saw that the courtyard door was open. Yang Huaming, Yang Huazhou, Yang Yongjin and others seemed to have come over. The main room was full of people, and the children were still running in the yard.
With his head bare and not afraid of the snow, he giggled.
From time to time there were one or two short bursts of firecrackers, and the faint smell of sulfur and gunpowder floated in the humid air.
No need to guess, it must be Hong'er, Tiedan and the others who couldn't help themselves and started playing "dumping" in advance.
Firecrackers are small firecrackers that explode when thrown on the ground. They are sold in the grocery store run by Heitang in the village.
"These little brats are just playing with the cannons, but they won't have any fun on New Year's Eve and they'll have to make trouble again."
Luo Baobao also heard it and joked with a smile, as if he was a big, big sister.
"Let's go buy it when there's nothing left at night. It's New Year's Eve tonight, and their parents must have given them special privileges."
Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.
Even the most honest boy seems to be forgiven if he gets into trouble on New Year's Eve.
why?
Because the adults seemed to be in a good mood this night, and they were particularly respectful to the old and loving to the young.
The woman who usually had a loud voice seemed to speak more softly tonight, and the man who usually liked to beat and scold his wife became a little more patient with his wife tonight.
