Yang Ruoqing gently stroked his forehead, "Go to sleep, and when you wake up, we will be home."

"There is a little sister waiting for us at home. She will definitely like you when she sees you." She said.

Dazhi narrowed his eyes slightly, made a sucking movement with his small mouth, and made a soft, subtle sound.

Seeing this, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but laugh.

Is this a sucking action?

This child has probably rarely been close to his alcoholic wife since he was a child. He is seriously lacking in fatherly and motherly love!

She glanced around the car, and then she saw a small puppet.

This stuffed doll was played by Baby Luo before, but he never took it out.

Yang Ruoqing took the doll and stuffed it into Dazhi's arms, "Hold the little one to sleep, let it accompany you, and have a good dream!"

At this age, Dazhi saw this kind of doll made of cloth for the first time. It had a nose, eyes, small hands and feet, and was wearing beautiful clothes.

The ambition was full of novelty, and the drowsiness that was clearly still there before suddenly disappeared.

Then he held the puppet and looked at it carefully. From time to time he stretched out his hand and pinched the puppet's nose and face.

He pinched his own again, as if making a comparison, playing with relish and enjoying himself.

Yang Ruoqing also smiled knowingly when she saw him like this.

As long as he likes it, there will be plenty of fun things for him to play with when he gets home in Changping Village.

Dazhi had a good time, and she felt relieved. After eating and drinking, she sat in the stable carriage, picked up the book on the side, and started reading.

Occasionally, glance towards Dazhi.

Time passed bit by bit, and when she glanced over for the unknown number of times, she found that the child had fallen asleep while playing.

The dolls were scattered around his head, and he turned sideways, with his little face pressed on the pillow and his little mouth pouting.

Yang Ruoqing smiled slightly, stretched out her hand to lift the quilt covering him, and then continued to read her book.

The carriage moved forward.

She got out of the carriage, poured a bowl of tea that had been kept warm, and gave it to a good man who was concentrating on his way ahead.

"Drink some water. You sit on the edge and have a rest. I'll catch you for a while," she said.

Luo Fengtang shook his head: "If you're not thirsty, drink it yourself."

Yang Ruoqing said: "I've already drank. You take a few sips and take a rest. I'll change hands for you."

Luo Fengtang said: "No need..."

"Oh, please don't refuse me. It's too hard to drive alone on such a long road. I'll help you change hands first. There's still a long way to go. You need to rest before you have the energy to go."

Catch the bus."

"It will get dark later and it will be more difficult to travel. You should rest for a while first."

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but put the bamboo tube in his hand into his hand, and used her other hand to pull the reins in his hand.

Luo Fengtang had no choice but to follow her. He took the bamboo tube and sat aside, drinking water, resting and watching her drive.

It's great to have a daughter-in-law, especially one who can drive a carriage and loves me so much.

The water in the bamboo tube is obviously colorless and odorless.

But when you drink it in your mouth, it's sweet, as if you've added honey.

Here, Yang Ruoqing was driving the carriage and glanced at him from the corner of her eyes from time to time.

Knowing that he was peeking at her, she pursed her lips and couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips in a happy arc.

"Why are you peeking at me?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang said: "My wife is pretty."

The curvature of the corners of her lips became a little wider, "We are an old married couple, don't you have aesthetic fatigue?"

Luo Fengtang shook his head, "I can never see enough."

Yang Ruoqing glanced sideways at him and said, "Keep your voice down, Dazhi will hear you later. How embarrassing are you?"

Luo Fengtang turned his head and glanced towards the carriage, then looked away, "He must have fallen asleep. Even if he wakes up, he won't be afraid if he hears it. What can such a young child understand?"

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, that was true.

"Tangyaozi, this time I came out, I was disappointed, but also got unexpected gains. My mood... is a bit complicated!" she said.

Hearing her words, Luo Fengtang twisted the lid of the bamboo tube in his hand and said, "To be honest, I do too."

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and glanced at him.

"Baba came here to find Chen'er. Everyone in the family also knows that we came here to find Chen'er." She continued.

"Perhaps they are all thinking about this in the past few days since we left. They are all eagerly hoping that we can take Chen'er back."

"However, we are destined to disappoint them. When I think of your mother and my mother, and the disappointed looks in their eyes, I, I don't dare to go back, I don't dare to face..."

she said.

Although she brought back Dazhi, it was because of her own feelings for the poor child.

For family members, Chen'er is always the most important and the most concerned about!

If Chen'er is not found, then this trip will be in vain.

After listening to her words, Luo Fengtang also frowned slightly and nodded thoughtfully.

"I think so too, but if you haven't found it, you haven't found it. You have to admit the fact." He said aloud.

"Besides, this trip to Hekou Village is, to put it bluntly, our first step in finding Chen'er."

"In the future, we will go to many places where we have found clues to look for Chen'er. As ourselves, as our family members, my mother, uncle, and my father-in-law and mother-in-law..."

"Each of us must be mentally prepared for this and be able to endure disappointment again and again..."

"Only through repeated hard work can we create the best weapons."

"In the same way, as long as we don't give up, we will definitely find our son!" he said.

After he said these words, he suddenly realized that he had waited for a long time but still had no response from her.

She stared at him blankly, the reins in her hands loosened, and the carriage slowed down a lot.

"What's wrong, Qing'er? Why are you looking at me like that?" He was a little surprised.

"I, I, is there something dirty on my face?" he asked, subconsciously raising his hand to wipe his face.

Yang Ruoqing suddenly spoke up at this moment.

"Tang Yazi, when did your eloquence become so good? Ah?" She opened her eyes wide, with a look of disbelief on her face.

"Are you still the same Tang Yazi who stuttered and was awkward when we first met you? Ah?"

She asked again, and the surprise on her face gradually turned into admiration and adoration!

"Ah?" Luo Fengtang raised his eyebrows, a little surprised by her answer.

Yang Ruoqing continued: "What you said is one after another. This is chicken soup for the soul."

"After drinking your chicken soup for the soul, I feel that the stone weighing on my heart has suddenly become much lighter," she said.

Hearing this, Luo Fengtang curled his lips.
Chapter completed!