She held his hand hard and said, "Nothing to say, there are two of us, one is older and the other is younger."

"Whether you are in the military camp or I am at home, we both have to cherish each other. For you, for me, and for the sake of the old and young at home, we both have to stand up. The first thing is to take care of ourselves!"

"Um!"

Luo Fengtang nodded vigorously.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the sky to the east and said, "Okay, I've said all that needs to be said, get on your horse and have a good trip!"

"good!"

Luo Fengtang took the baggage, turned around and mounted his horse.

He glanced at her again, said nothing, turned his head, clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and the horse neighed and flew away.

It's not that I don't want to talk anymore, it's that I'm afraid of opening my mouth again, so I can't bear to leave.

He didn't look back and kept moving forward...

Behind him, Yang Ruoqing stood on the side of the road, quietly watching his figure getting smaller and smaller within her sight.

Until it finally condensed into a small black dot, she still stood there and didn't move for a long time.

"Qing'er, go back, Tang Yazi has already gone far."

Sun's gentle voice reached my ears.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and saw that Sun was holding a basin in his arm and a wooden bucket in the other hand, which was filled with dirty clothes, shoes, as well as other toiletries such as mallets.

"Qing'er, go back and sleep for a while. When you wake up, you will feel better. He will come back when there is a holiday next time. Isn't this... there is also the Chinese New Year, don't be too sad!"

Mrs. Sun came to Yang Ruoqing and coaxed her lovingly and distressedly.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Mom, what are you talking about? Tang Yazi and I are already an old married couple, not like you said!"

She said sheepishly, reaching out to take the basin and bucket from Sun's hand.

"I'm going to wash up. Mom, you can go back and do things at home," she said.

My daughter is married in the same village, how can I let my mother wash clothes?

Sun said: "Xiaoduo cooks breakfast at home, and cleans the chicken coops in the front and back of the yard. I have nothing to do when I go back."

Yang Ruoqing said: "If you have nothing to do, just rest as a mother. Anyway, I just want to wash my clothes right now!"

At this moment, my heart feels empty, and the room feels empty too.

Luo Fengtang's scent lingered everywhere, and she was worried that she might not be used to it when she went back at this time.

She is not a woman who cannot be independent because she is dependent on one person, she can stand alone.

However, she also suffers from lovesickness.

That feeling was so uncomfortable, so she really didn't want to go back now. Anyway, the two children had to sleep for more than an hour, which was enough for her to wash their clothes.

Ms. Sun knew Yang Ruoqing's character well. She was strong but also had a tough mouth.

"How about this? You go with me to do the laundry, and we can talk." Mrs. Sun suggested.

Yang Ruoqing smiled happily, reached out and took the wooden basin carried by Mrs. Sun, and the two of them went to the pond at the entrance of the village together.

…

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Yang Ruoqing told Yang Yongxian a story about losing her shoes. From that day on, Yang Yongxian never went to Lijia Village again.

In the second half of the year, the days were short and the nights were long. During the day, Yang Yongxian was the first to go to the school halfway up the hill behind the village.

Wipe the desks and benches personally and wait for the arrival of every student.

When the sun went down, the school was over. Yang Yongxian was the last to leave, locked the school door and returned to the village.

At night, I stay up late reading, preparing lessons, and preparing for tomorrow's teaching.

When he was not preparing lessons, he would read, practice calligraphy, and write articles at home to cultivate himself.

If he has finished all these things, or sometimes he doesn't want to do them, he will come to Yang Huazhong's house at the entrance of the village under the moonlight to visit and chat with Yang Huazhong.

Months of such leisurely days passed in a flash.

Yang Yongxian seemed to have been extracted from the emotional whirlpool before, and his overall mental outlook was much better.

Returning to this single life seemed to give him a new lease of life.

However, he was the one who was leisurely, while a lot of people were worried about him behind his back.

That's right, those are the elders of the Lao Yang family, headed by Lao Yangtou.

Yang Huazhong, Sun...

Every time Yang Huazhou wrote home to Yang Huazhong, he would ask about Yang Yongxian and Li Xiuxin.

This day happened to coincide with Yang Huazhong's thirty-sixth birthday.

When Yang Huazhong was seventeen years old, he married Sun, who was fifteen years old. A year later, he gave birth to his eldest daughter, Yang Ruoqing.

Today, Yang Ruoqing is eighteen years old, and Yang Huazhong is exactly thirty-six.

There is a custom in the Mianniu Mountain area that a child's birthday is celebrated, an adult's thirty-sixth birthday is celebrated, and an old man's sixtieth birthday is celebrated.

These three birthdays in a person's life are regarded as three levels.

Therefore, you must be careful when passing each level, so it is derived that on these three birthdays, relatives and friends are invited to come over for a small gathering, eat and drink, and celebrate lively, with the purpose of driving away evil spirits, so that people can do it.

The person who is born on this birthday will have a smoother and safer life path in the future.

No, Yang Huazhong was thirty-six, and Yang Ruoqing, a married woman, took the lead in organizing a birthday party for his father.

Da'an from Qing'an County came back from a special leave, and Xiao'an also took a day off to study at home. The three children came together to organize this birthday party for their father.

Although Luo Fengtang, who was far away in the military camp in the south, could not come back to celebrate his father-in-law, he came back with birthday gifts.

Yang Ruoqing arranged a banquet in a restaurant in the town, and Daan wrote invitations and sent them to relatives and friends at home.

The day has finally arrived.

Early in the morning, Yang Huazhong put on a new set of clothes amid the praises of Sun and Yang Ruoqing.

Even the shoes and socks inside are brand new.

"This dress is made by my daughter from head to toe. What do you think?" Mrs. Sun stretched out her hand to straighten an inconspicuous wrinkle on Yang Huazhong's shoulders and asked with a smile.

Yang Huazhong nodded repeatedly: "These clothes are really considerate."

Mrs. Sun smiled: "In order to prepare this new set of clothes for you, my daughter has stayed up for more than ten days and nights."

"Xiaohua Xiaoduo and I want to help her share some of the burden, but she won't let us."

"It has to be said that this dress requires her to be pious with every stitch and every stitch, so that you can wear it in a healthy and safe way. Hahaha, our daughter always has her own way of saying it!" said Sun.

Yang Huazhong also smiled with joy on his face, "No wonder people say that my daughter is my parents' caring little cotton-padded jacket. This is really true!"

Mrs. Sun looked up at Yang Huazhong and said with emotion: "Dad Qing'er, you suffered a lot in the first half of your life. You worked too hard for this family."

"Now, among our children, except Xiao An who is still in school, Qing'er and Da'an have grown up and are promising."

"Life at home is getting better. In the future, since you are no longer young and young, don't work so hard anymore, enjoy some blessings and stop being so tired, okay?" asked Sun.
Chapter completed!