After several days of spring rain, it finally cleared up.

Yang Ruoqing set up a sieve on a row of low green trees in the backyard, then washed the wild mushrooms she had collected in the mountains over the past few days and dried them one by one on the sieve.

Ping'er came over, suppressing her blush, and saw Yang Ruoqing was about to speak but stopped.

"What's this? Your face is so red from holding it in, as if you are constipated. If you have anything to say, just say it!"

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyelids and glanced at Ping'er, saying a little funny.

Ping'er looked around to make sure no one was passing by, then she walked over to Yang Ruoqing and handed a letter to Yang Ruoqing.

"Qing'er, just see it for yourself, you'll understand it after you see it," she said.

Yang Ruoqing was surprised for a moment and quickly wiped her hands on her apron before taking the letter.

As soon as I saw the familiar words on the letterhead: Ping'er personally sends it!

She raised her head and glanced at Ping'er in surprise, "Did my elder brother write it to you?"

Ping'er nodded, "Just read it first, and we'll talk about it after you've finished."

Yang Ruoqing then walked to the small stone bench next to it and sat down, took out the letter paper, spread it out and read it carefully.

Here, Ping'er was not idle either, and then dried the wild mushrooms in Yang Ruoqing's basket that had not yet been dried in the sieve.

Here, Yang Ruoqing read the letter at a glance.

The content of the letter was not a greeting or a question, but a poem.

This poem, one from the Book of Songs, tells the story of a man's longing and admiration for his sweetheart.

Obviously, the eldest brother still couldn't help it, and his old love for Ping'er was still lingering.

"This letter was put in Huahua's book and brought back."

Beside him, Ping'er's voice sounded again.

"Last night when Huahua went home to do her homework, I was doing embroidery with her."

"The child suddenly pulled out this letter from the book and said it was a letter from their husband to their parents. Children cannot read it and must be signed by their parents."

"At that time, I was still wondering if there was something going on at the school that I wanted to inform our parents like this, but when I opened it, I saw that it was this..."

"When I see something like this in front of my children, I really wish I could find a crack in the ground and drill it out,"

"Huahua also asked me what my husband said? I quickly found an excuse to get over it, and I didn't even sleep well all night..."

Hearing Ping'er's words, Yang Ruoqing covered her mouth and snickered.

"I didn't expect that my eldest brother could come up with such a romantic way of confessing his love. It seems that Mu Qiao has finally figured it out," she said.

"You naughty Qing'er, are you still teasing me? Help me come up with some ideas. I'm almost bored to death!" Ping'er said angrily.

She also glanced at the letter paper and said: "This trick can be used to death. It's not new at all."

"When I was with him in the past, I heard him talk about the process with Li Xiuxin. It seemed that they also used this method to send letters to each other." Ping'er said.

Speaking of this, Yang Ruoqing also remembered.

When the eldest brother and Li Xiuxin fell in love, Li Xiuxin's younger brother happened to be studying in school and was a student in the eldest brother's class.

Therefore, the two people exchanged letters through Li Xiuxin's younger brother, and developed feelings for each other over time, and finally became husband and wife.

It's just a pity that neither of them could manage this marriage well, and in the end they became strangers and both ended up hurting each other.

"A white cat or a black cat is a good cat if it catches mice. It doesn't matter how novel the tricks are, as long as they work."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and returned the envelope to Ping'er and stood up.

"I've read the letter. It can be seen that my elder brother still misses you. Then it's up to you. What do you think?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Ping'er said: "I've told you several times before that I don't have the slightest idea about Yang Yongxian now."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "I remember you said it several times before. Didn't you see that I never made fun of you or my elder brother before?"

"But now that my eldest brother is single again and has nothing to do with Li Xiuxin anymore, and he is courting you again, do you seriously stop thinking about it and give him a chance and give each other a chance?"

Ping'er bit her lip lightly, thinking in her eyes, and then shook her head very firmly.

"After passing that village, there is no such shop. I admit that I did like him at first, but that feeling has long since disappeared." Ping'er said.

"The feeling is gone, we can cultivate it again..." Yang Ruoqing said.

Ping'er shook her head, "I'm tired, I'm tired, I don't want to think about it anymore, that's it!"

"Just what?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

"Even if you don't marry me, you still have to find another man to marry and start a family." She added.

"It's not easy for you to be a woman raising Huahua. Besides, when Huahua grows up, she will get married and have her own family. You, you have to make plans for yourself!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Ping'er lowered her head, nodded slightly, and said, "I'll get married when I meet a similar person, but with your eldest brother, I no longer have that intention."

"So Qing'er, please help me return this letter."

"Ah? You want me to return it?" Yang Ruoqing thought she heard wrongly and pointed at her nose.

"Then my eldest brother shouldn't kill me? Also, shouldn't he say something when I still believe him? What are you saying?" She asked again.

Ping'er shook her head, "Just return the letter to him and don't say anything else. He will naturally understand."

…

If possible, Yang Ruoqing would like to be the matchmaker who pulls strings, instead of the one who leads to rejection...

When she returned the letter to Yang Yongxian intact, turned around and left without saying anything,

She just wanted to leave here quickly because she had already heard Yang Yongxian's heartbreaking voice.

Alas, fate is the result of the person involved, and others are really helpless.

Brother, your road to marriage is still long, and you can only rely on yourself for everything.

…

"Qing'er, has Da'an returned from writing a letter?" Sun asked Yang Ruoqing, and the woman's face was full of worry and anxiety.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and comforted Sun and said, "I wrote a letter back when he arrived to say he was safe. I haven't written this lately, probably because I'm busy."

"Didn't I tell you, mother, before? Have you forgotten, mother?"

Sun shook her head, "I haven't forgotten. I know that he also met Zichuan when he arrived at Helanzhou."

"But I don't know what he's been doing lately. I'm always worried. I had a dream about him last night. He was skinny and skinny..."

Speaking of last night's dream, Mrs. Sun still had lingering fear on her face.

Yang Ruoqing helped Sun sit down, "Don't worry, mother, it's not as scary as you think. Da'an and Zichuan went to Helanzhou to provide disaster relief on behalf of the emperor. If a country has even the emperor's people starving to the skin and bones, then

Aren’t we guys going to starve to death a long time ago?”
Chapter completed!