That was really embarrassing for a woman with a big belly like her.

I didn't expect that he had been struggling for so long, and his only wish was to hear her sing a song?

So simple and so pure.

She felt that her thoughts seemed a bit dirty compared to his.

In order to cover up her guilty conscience, she coughed lightly, "Isn't it just singing a song? No problem, tell me, what do you want to hear?"

Mu Zichuan said: "Anything is fine, as long as it is sung by you."

It was sung by you, sung specifically for me alone...

"Is that so?" Yang Ruoqing said, while walking forward slowly, frowning, and quickly filtered through all the best song titles in her mind.

Then I saw him next to me, wearing a white robe, carrying a bamboo tube for books on his back, and holding an umbrella in one hand.

He is personable, elegant, and full of bookishness. He is like an elegant student.

Her eyes lit up, and a song title suddenly popped into her mind.

"Let's do this, I'll sing you a divination song," she said.

Mu Zichuan nodded.

There was no soundtrack, so she adjusted her voice, and the soft and pure voice sounded in the morning breeze...

"The wind blows the sand, the butterflies fall in love with the flowers, a story that lasts through the ages,

Like the moon in the water, fascinated by the flowers in the mirror..."

Her voice was very pleasant, as if it had a special magic power that pulled his mind.

In front of me, a picture scroll slowly unfolds...

"Bamboo fence, wooden pipa, arch bridge under the moon,"

"Who is playing and singing, thinking about the distant place..."

"In the middle of summer that year, you packed your bags and left home."

"Beside the ancient road, I shed tears before I want to speak."

A young student goes to Beijing to take the exam, and his childhood sweetheart follows suit to see him off...

He had been away for several winters and summers, and she had been waiting at home and looking at the village entrance.

Talk to everyone from outside and ask for news about him.

When will you return home?

Is everything okay?

"I asked for fortune-telling in the temple, but I cried that my childhood sweetheart was waiting for my best friend,"

"May the Bodhisattva bless us both..."

"I kept guessing and made another divination,"

"Good or bad, good or bad, or frightening..."

"In the middle of summer that year, you packed your bags and left home,"

"Beside the ancient road, I shed tears when I want to speak. The crops in the fields are harvested one after another, but when will we sprout?"

When does it sprout?

germination?

Muzichuan's eyes were cast into the distance.

As far as the eye can see, there are endless fields and small villages scattered in the middle of the fields.

At this time of year, the deep winter has not completely receded, the warm spring has not yet awakened, and the fields are slightly barren.

Everything is dormant...

The singing in my ears has slowly become ethereal, and finally merged with the morning wind, transforming into a helpless sigh.

Like clouds, like smoke.

A clear tear slowly slipped from the corner of his eye.

"What's wrong? Is my singing difficult to listen to? Look, it made you cry!"

Beside her, Yang Ruoqing was a little dumbfounded when she saw him like this.

Sister, my singing voice is not bad. Why is this guy crying? Hey!

Hearing her voice, Mu Zichuan came back to his senses.

His complex eyes fell on Yang Ruoqing's face.

"Qing'er, I'm sorry." He said solemnly.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and waved her hands quickly: "I am the one who should say I'm sorry. I sang a song to see you off and even made you cry..."

Mu Zichuan shook his head.

"The song is very nice, and it seems to be a true portrayal of the two of us," he said.

"Ah?" Yang Ruoqing's mind was a little confused.

Mu Zichuan continued: "Qing'er, I finally know where I lost to Luo Fengtang."

"What?" Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes wide again.

Mu Zichuan said: "When I was young, I concentrated on my studies and neglected you. I left you in the cold."

"It was my fault."

"At that time, I valued fame and fortune so much that I could no longer hold anything else in my eyes."

"Zichuan..."

"Qing'er, don't interrupt, just listen to what I have to say." Mu Zichuan said.

Okay, Yang Ruoqing shut up.

Mu Zichuan took a step forward, lowered his head, and his gentle and doting eyes embraced her like spring water.

"My father is gone, and my mother and I, an orphan and a widowed mother, depend on each other for our lives."

"I have been physically weaker than my peers since I was a child. Studying is my only way out, and it is also the only way out that my elders have instilled in me."

"In this world, there is no way to have it both ways. In the end, one party has to lose."

"What I want to say to you is that if I were given another chance, I would take the exam, but I would not focus on climbing up like this."

"After I pass the exam, I should be satisfied. Then, I should treat you well and marry you as my wife!"

"Once upon a time, I wanted to get ahead, but now, I just want to be rich and noble,"

"Be with the person you like, have children, and respect your elders." Mu Zichuan said.

After hearing all this, a smile bloomed on Yang Ruoqing's lips.

"You finally figured it out?"

"It's not too late to figure it out now. From now on, put some effort into finding a girl you like, get married as soon as possible, and build a happy family," she said.

"This is your mother's wish, and it is also the wish of Tang Yazi and me."

"We all want to be happy and do well!" she said again.

Mu Zichuan nodded.

"I know what's going on in my heart. Qing'er is fine, I've sung the song and said the words."

"Ten miles long pavilion, I have to say goodbye to you after thousands of miles, please go back!" he said.

In his eyes, there was an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia and reluctance.

Yang Ruoqing smiled faintly and nodded: "Okay, whenever I have free time, I can go home and hang out."

Mu Zichuan nodded.

"Your mother is also my mother now. Don't worry, I will take good care of her. If anything happens, I will write to you." She added.

He still nodded and said nothing.

"Okay, then you can go, I'll be back." She said, turning around.

The two of them turned around at the same time and left in different directions.

She let out a sigh of relief, and a stone in her heart completely fell.

Today's words should have settled his knot.

Zichuan, cherish it all the way, do it and cherish it.

On the other side, Mu Zichuan also walked forward without looking back.

The hands hidden under the sleeves were tightened into fists.

In my ears, her singing voice seemed to ring again.

"Guess what, I did another divination and it turned out to be the top sign, but I still can't put it down..."

"My love for you has lasted for several winters and summers. I miss you day and night, praying not to change my mind again..."

Qing'er, if this is the final outcome.

In this life, I will never marry again.

The love you have missed can never be found again.

In this life, I would like to be alone and protect you as an elder brother.

I only wish to join hands with you again in the next life and go through another reincarnation...

…

After seeing off Mu Zichuan, time seemed to be on an accelerator, passing by so fast.

In the blink of an eye, it's late February of the lunar calendar.

Yang Ruoqing's belly is getting better day by day, and now it's really difficult for her to move.
Chapter completed!