The sun gradually deviates from the west.

As the Chinese New Year approaches, it is still hot at noon, but it is much cooler in the morning and evening than in midsummer. The breeze blows, and the wide leaves of the persimmon tree gently whisper. Ningxiang sat under the persimmon tree and lowered her head to cut Anan's nails. She cut it carefully. Anan was trapped in her mother's arms, looking at her mother for a while, looking up at the big persimmons among the leaves above her head.

The little guy always comes to Xu's house to see. In addition to the chicken in the backyard, it is this persimmon tree.

"Aunt, eat." After pursing his lips, Anan stared at his mother and sucked his saliva after saying that.

Ningxiang blew on her freshly cut nails and looked up at the little guy. Anan immediately raised her other hand and pointed at the persimmon above her head, "Eat!".

Ningxiang laughed and coaxed her softly: "No, the persimmons are not ripe yet, it's not delicious. When the persimmons turn yellow, my aunt will pick sweet persimmons for Anan."

Anan blinked and suddenly turned his head outside the door, his big eyes motionless, and he was listening carefully.

Ningxiang's heart trembled, and she listened with her ears on her ears, and she could hear the vague sound of ruts rolling.

Is Lu Cheng here?

The first thought that Ningxiang had appeared was to hand Anan over to her cousin, and her cousin helped cut the remaining nails. She hid in the house. But in a flash, she thought that Pei Jinghan was about to return, and she could see Lu Cheng less and less. Ningxiang's eyes dimmed, she lowered her head, pretended not to hear anything outside, and continued to help Anan cut her nails.

The sound of the donkey cart is getting closer and closer. Anan looked at the gate of the East Courtyard and tentatively shouted "Dad".

A Tao Amu ran out to see him, and Anan wanted to go, but Ningxiang held him firmly, "Anan will wait a moment, and then go to see his father after cutting his nails."

Even if she wanted to stay, she had to find an excuse, so she couldn't let Anan go.

Anan actually didn't really want to see his father who hadn't seen him for a day. He looked over there and turned his head to continue looking at his mother. Dad came to pick him up home, but when he got home, he couldn't see the most comfortable mother who gently cut his nails.

The little guy rubbed it and leaned comfortably in his mother's arms.

Lu Cheng came in with a small basket of sand fruits. The first thing he saw was his son's enjoyment posture, which made his eyes straight.

He dreamed of holding her like this!

"Have Lu Cheng been very busy lately? I haven't seen you for a long time?" Li came out of the kitchen and said intimately that Lu Cheng, who had never treated Cheng as a niece, had always been at home. Instead, he liked this man who was very steady and capable, who took good care of his younger brother and sister.

"It's okay." Lu Cheng withdrew his gaze and handed the basket to Li, "Auntie, I picked it up from the ground, don't dislike it."

Li did not dislike him. Knowing that Lu Cheng was stubborn, she took it away after making some polite decisions.

"Dad!" Anan tilted his head and shouted crisply.

Lu Cheng smiled at his son, stared at Ningxiang, and thanked Li, "Atao is still young, and the three of us are careless. They all forgot when they cut their nails for Anan last time. I'm sorry, please help me take care of him."

Li smiled and invited Lu Chengdao: "Come at my aunt's house tonight?"

Lu Cheng knew that this was a polite word and said politely: "No, the second and third brothers are still waiting for us at home. I'm afraid they will be worried if they go back late."

Li nodded and asked him to sit in the house again. Lu Cheng still refused. Li took the basket in and returned it to Lu Cheng.

The elders were not here, and Xu Qiuer was on her side. Lu Cheng smiled at her and strode to the persimmon tree.

Ningxiang was helping Anan cut her last little finger nail, but she could have finished cutting it long ago, so she deliberately delayed waiting for him.

Hearing his footsteps getting closer and closer, the man's long legs appeared in Yu Guangli. Ningxiang didn't dare to look at him anymore and forced herself to concentrate on helping Anan. Only her fair and beautiful face was red by the aura of a big man that he could not ignore, like the beautiful crabapple on the branches of spring.

Understand that it was not easy for the two to meet, Xu Qiuer deliberately led Amu to not far away from them, sat on a stone serving as a bench and pretended to tell them a story, but in fact it was used as a cover, so that his mother would not go out and see Lu Cheng being too close to her cousin, and there was no one around her, and she felt suspicious.

Of course, she herself also wanted to hear what sweet words Lu Cheng would say to coax her cousin...

"Anan is naughty today?" Lu Cheng squatted opposite Ningxiang with his back to the east courtyard, and talked to his son in a proper manner. His peach blossom eyes had already fallen on Ningxiang's face, and he didn't feel guilty about perfunctory son at all. After all, his son can look at her no matter how he goes home, and there are not many opportunities to see her.

"No!" Anan shook his head, and when he saw his father staring at his mother, he also looked at him.

Being stared at by the father and the other two, Ningxiang was embarrassed to look at each other. She quickly cut Anan's last bit of nails, put the scissors on the ground, and pushed Anan towards Lu Cheng, and said softly: "Anan goes to find dad."

"I don't..." Anan didn't want to leave, so he turned his head and threw himself into his mother's arms, holding her tightly with her two short arms.

The little guy stayed and refused to leave. Ningxiang quickly glanced at Lu Cheng, and then she saw his handsome face. When she recalled the situation when she parted last time, she immediately lowered her head.

Lu Cheng stared at her foolishly, from his eyes to his lips, and also recalled the day in his mind.

What I think most is the land of peach blossoms that I couldn't explore.

Unfortunately, he didn't know anything at that time, and he thought she couldn't hold it in because she drank too much water.

After understanding the reason, he wanted to hug her more and more and experience his fragrance all the benefits.

"Are you still angry?" Lu Cheng touched his son's head and asked in a low voice.

Ningxiang's head drooped even lower, and her red lips were pursed tightly.

Anan thought his father was talking to him, but turned his head to look at him, but saw that his father was still looking at his mother. The little guy didn't understand anymore, so he raised his head and saw that his mother's face was red. Anan stretched out his hand and gently touched his mother's face, grinning, "Hot."

Ningxiang didn't even look at the boy's smiling eyes, and turned her head to the other side with red face.

Anan tilted his head to chase after him.

Lu Cheng also wanted to chase him, but he had to endure it, stared at her and said, "If you don't speak, I will pretend you are not angry. Xiang'er, on the night of the Chinese Valentine's Day, I will come to your back door to find you. I will come when it's dark. You can come out anytime, I will wait for you."

After saying that, he stretched out his big hand and unexpectedly picked up his son who was lying on Ningxiang's thigh.

"Aunt!" Anan was unhappy. After being carried into his arms by his father, he turned around and called Ningxiang.

Ningxiang saw the aunt coming out with a basket, and she didn't care about being embarrassed, so she stood up and grabbed Anan back. She used Anan's little body to block her face that must be particularly red, and went straight to her door, "Be good to Anan, my aunt takes Anan to the car. Anan is coming to play with her aunt one day."

Anan leaned obediently on her mother's shoulder, staring at her cheek with big eyes, reluctant to take it away.

Lu Cheng and his friends walked around from the East Courtyard.

As she was far away from Lu Cheng, the redness on Ningxiang's face slowly dissipated. She hugged Anan and coaxed her softly. When A Tao sat firmly in the donkey cart, she put the little guy in the cart. Anan stepped on the car board first, and when she stepped on it, she could use her strength. She hugged her mother's neck and wanted to go back to her mother's arms.

Ningxiang smiled softly, accompanied Anani for a while, and finally coaxed the little guy.

"Get in, we're leaving." Lu Cheng swept over everyone one by one, and in front of Li, he didn't look at Ningxiang more, and skillfully drove the car away.

"Aunt!" Before the donkey cart turned, Anan shouted Ningxiang loudly.

Ningxiang waved her hand at the little guy with a smile, then waved her hand for a moment. Seeing that Lu Cheng had also tilted his head and looked back, she immediately put it down.

At that moment, although it was very far away, Ningxiang seemed to see Lu Cheng's teasing smile clearly, and it was gentle and brilliant, as if the sun was approaching dusk, warming her heart.

He asked her to see her on the evening of the Chinese Valentine's Day.

On the Chinese Valentine's Day, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl reunite. This Chinese Valentine's Day may also be her last private meeting with Lu Cheng this year or even in her life.

If so, Ningxiang wants to give Lu Cheng a real meeting between men and women.

He didn't care about etiquette and reserve, went to see him happily and did anything...he wanted to do...
Chapter completed!