Xiao Yaxue nodded, "Yes, you said that time is the medicine that heals everything!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Well, time is also a butcher's knife, click, click!"

The two of them joked and joked for a while and then fell asleep.

In the dark night, Xiao Yaxue, who was in another bedroll on the same bed, was breathing evenly and deeply, but Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes.

What is Tangyazi doing on a night like this?

Half of the first month has passed, and there is still one month left before the baby is due.

Can he make it back?

Can?

…

The eighteenth day of the first lunar month was the day Mu Zichuan returned to Beijing.

"Call me girl, but I still can't say it..."

On the roadside at the entrance of the village, Mu Zichuan lowered his head, his reluctant eyes falling on Yang Ruoqing in front of him.

"I'd better call you Qing'er, okay?" he asked softly.

Yang Ruoqing raised her head, her bright eyes filled with smiles.

"Well, you can call me whatever you want. Let me call you brother. Haha, to be honest, I can't even say it!"

"Let's just keep talking about the same things as before, and in our hearts we just treat each other as brothers and sisters!"

She pretended to be relaxed.

He also smiled and nodded. The smile on his lips looked like it was squeezed out, so bitter...

Yang Ruoqing turned her head sideways, unable to bear to look and unwilling to look.

What can I do if I see it?

Not far away, two carriages were parked.

Widow Liu and Yang Huazhong were putting the luggage that Mu Zichuan would take on this trip, large and small, into the carriage behind them.

It's probably the clothes from the four seasons, the family's local specialties, the Chinese New Year cured meats and so on.

Yang Ruoqing also asked him to bring some things to Zhang Liangyu and Wan Qingchun.

"Qing'er, can you give me a ride?" Mu Zichuan suddenly asked.

"ah?"

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and looked at him with some confusion.

Mu Zichuan seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage, "Why do my mother and you want to be married? I actually understand your intentions."

"I know it's time to cut off some of my thoughts."

"Although I am unwilling and unwilling to do so, I have to cut it off after all... This is good for everyone."

He whispered, his handsome face looked haggard and painful.

It can be seen that he has been having a very bad life these past few days.

"Since you understand, why do you still need me to give you a ride?" she asked.

Mu Zichuan said: "This is the last time. Just think of it as putting an end to my last obsession. After this, I will sincerely treat you like a sister. Okay?"

he begged.

Seeing this, Yang Ruoqing was a little confused.

At this moment, Widow Liu and Yang Huazhong both came over.

"Zichuan, everything is packed and ready to go at any time." Yang Huazhong said with a smile.

The daughter recognized Widow Liu as her godmother, and the two families became her own family from now on. Yang Huazhong was very happy.

Mu Zichuan said to Yang Huazhong: "Third uncle, I want Qing'er to give me a ride. There are some things I want to talk to her alone. Please do it."

Hearing Mu Zichuan's words, Yang Huazhong was stunned for a moment.

Yang Ruoqing was also stunned for a moment, and Widow Liu next to her was also a little stunned.

"Third uncle, mother, don't worry, I know what I should and shouldn't do." Mu Zichuan continued.

"I just have a few words that I want to talk to Qing'er from the bottom of my heart. If you don't let me say them out, I won't be able to untie the knot in my heart."

"Even if I go to the end of the world, I still can't escape from this vicious circle. Please help me from these two elders..."

Muzichuan said again, brushing up his robe and making a gesture to kneel down.

A hand grabbed him, and when he turned around, he saw it was Yang Ruoqing.

"Qing'er..."

"Don't embarrass your elders. Let's go. I'll walk with you for a while..."

After saying these words, Yang Ruoqing took the lead and walked forward.

Behind him, Mu Zichuan was surprised, and a flash of ecstasy flashed across his eyes.

Then, he said this to Yang Huazhong and Widow Liu, and quickly chased after them.

Behind them, Yang Huazhong and Widow Liu looked at each other.

Widow Liu sighed: "When will my stupid son get out of this corner?"

Yang Huazhong said: "Zichuan is a smart boy, he will definitely figure it out."

"Sister-in-law, let's not worry too much. Give the two of them some time to talk things over and explain things clearly, and everything will be fine in the future."

Widow Liu nodded: "Let's go, let's drive the carriage and follow. Qing'er has a big belly and can't go too far."

Yang Huazhong thought so too, so the two of them quickly followed behind with the carriage.

Ahead, on the road to Qingshui Town.

At this time, it was early in the morning.

Although spring has arrived and every household has set off firecrackers to welcome the spring, it is still very cold at the end of the first month.

At this time, there was almost no one on the road and in the fields on both sides.

Everyone is still sleeping in the warm quilt.

"Qing'er, are you cold? Wear my scarf first?"

Mu Zichuan caught up and walked side by side with Yang Ruoqing. He turned his head and saw her little face that was a little red from the morning breeze and asked.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "It's okay, I started to feel hot after walking a few steps."

"Yeah!" He nodded, his eyes bright.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Didn't you say before that you still have a few words that you want to say to me? You should say them all at once!"

Muzichuan was startled for a moment, and then a touch of red appeared on Qingjun's face.

"I want to say more than a few words to you?" he said with a self-deprecating smile.

"No matter how much you say, there is no need to say it now."

"Qing'er, actually, I have a request, and I hope you can satisfy me." He said.

Yang Ruoqing stopped and looked at him.

"explain."

Mu Zichuan smiled lightly and said, "I want to hear you sing a song."

"What?"

Yang Ruoqing was surprised and thought she heard wrongly.

Mu Zichuan continued: "Last time at Haitang Xuan, the song I sang about The General and the Prostitute was the most beautiful song I have ever heard."

"Did you know? Your song The General and the Prostitute is now being sung in the streets of the capital!"

"However, no matter how hard they imitate, they still lack that flavor."

"Only you can sing the essence of that song!"

"Haha, can't you?" Yang Ruoqing let out a cheerful laugh.

"I never thought about becoming a celebrity..." she joked.

"That day, I really had no choice but to get on the shelf and roar," she said.

Mu Zichuan said: "This is called planting flowers deliberately but not blooming, and planting willows unintentionally to create shade."

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and nodded, maybe.

Mu Zichuan continued: "The song you sang that day was for everyone."

"I want you to sing a song for me alone. This is my wish, is it okay?"

He said with a sincere face, his eyes filled with tenderness, longing, and the uneasiness caused by panic and rejection.

Yang Ruoqing had mixed feelings in her heart.
Chapter completed!