Yang Ruoqing held Baobao Luo with one hand and patted her back gently with the other hand.

Telling the story of Chang'e flying to the moon in an extremely gentle voice...

On autumn nights, the cool breeze comes in through the screen windows, carrying the fragrant fragrance of August osmanthus. The fragrance of flowers can be felt in dreams.

After finishing a story, Yang Ruoqing lowered her eyes and looked at the little girl in her arms, who was sleeping soundly.

The long and fine eyelashes cover her face, her small and cute nose, and her pink petal-like lips are slightly raised upwards. She wears a satisfied smile in her sleep.

The fingertips gently caressed this childish little face, and gently stroked the child's fragmented bangs to one side.

Looking at the plump and smooth little forehead, to be honest, this child really took advantage of the advantages of her and Luo Fengtang's facial features.

She looks like Luo Fengtang in profile, but her facial features are a bit more like her, a mother-in-law. She moves like a rabbit, smart and playful, and a little domineering.

But when she is well-behaved, she is smart and lovely, especially when she is not making a fuss and sleeps holding her arm in her arms, she looks as quiet and pure as an angel, which makes people's hearts soften.

Looking at my daughter, I can't get enough of her, no matter how I look at her, I can't help but like her.

I'm afraid all mothers in the world think so.

Not only did she look at it, she couldn't help but want to kiss her little face.

Looking at the little arms and legs lying on the bed that have obviously become longer, I can't help but sigh that life flies by so fast, just like the little guy who used to hold him in his arms and drink milk, and sob in grievance while drinking milk.

He grew up into a big child in the blink of an eye.

Yang Ruoqing kissed Luo Baobao's little face and hands several times, not daring to kiss her more for fear of waking her up.

Baby, have a sweet dream. May there be fragrance of flowers and laughter in your dream.

Yang Ruoqing quietly got out of bed, put on a coat and sat in front of the desk.

The desk is placed by the window. When she likes to read or write, she can look up and see the bamboo outside the window.

Tonight, above the bamboo, there is a disk-like moon.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the moon outside the window, and suddenly she missed someone very much.

It has been more than half a year since I left home. The last time I wrote back was a month ago. At that time, I had quietly gone north to the capital to meet the Holy Spirit and asked to escort him to Helanzhou.

It's been a month and there are no letters from home.

Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I wonder where he is? What is he doing?

Have you eaten mooncakes? Have you drank osmanthus wine?

The weather is getting cooler. Has he changed into autumn clothes?

It had been a long time since she had cuddled up in his arms and talked. In the past six months, a lot of things had happened at home, and she had accumulated a lot of words that she wanted to talk to him about.

I don't know how many nights, she sat at the desk by the window like this tonight, and the white rice paper was filled with detailed thoughts.

However, I can only put this longing back to the bottom of the drawer.

When he is doing important things outside, he needs to be escorted, to ensure the emperor's safety, and to ensure his own safety.

We have to face countless traps and tricks, and we have to avoid countless open and hidden arrows.

As his wife, her responsibility is to stabilize his rear, take care of the elderly and children, hold up the family, and wait for his return.

She couldn't write to him casually, couldn't let her thoughts and concerns become a fetter for him, and couldn't distract him.

Tonight, the moon is full but people are not. May this bright moon send my love for you from thousands of miles away.

No matter where you are, I hope everything is well.

A few days after the Mid-Autumn Festival, little old Mrs. Yang passed away.

The news spread throughout the village, and everyone in the village was in mourning.

I once thought that I had given birth to a promising son and made a lot of money outside. I was the first person to go out in Changping Village, married a girl from a wealthy family in the county, and bought a family property in the town...

The string of things that were once enviable are now all spurned.

No matter how rich you are alone, so what?

You forget your roots, you are unfilial, you let your mother miss you at the last moment of her death on the hospital bed, and die with your eyes closed in the end, so what if you are sitting on a mountain of gold and silver?

"My grandma is really pitiful. When she left, she was still thinking about my uncle..."

In front of her, Yang Ruolan was holding her little girl in her arms, sobbing and talking about the last few days of Mrs. Yang's life.

The little girl was sitting on her lap, holding a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake given by her aunt Yang Ruoqing and eating it with gusto, completely unaware of her mother's sadness.

Yang Ruoqing handed over a handkerchief and asked Yang Ruolan to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

Yang Ruolan then whispered: "When my grandmother was dying, I was the only one next to her."

"My grandma held my hand and told me that she was going to find my mother,"

"I told Ah Hao and I to help pay attention in the future. If one day we see a beggar begging on the street outside, it may be my uncle who is on the run. He doesn't dare to ask us to take him in. At least throw two steamed buns..."

"My mother-in-law still can't let go of my talented cousin, saying that my father is ruthless, my mother is unrighteous, and my daughter-in-law, Xiao Lin, doesn't even care about our relationship."

"In the future, the only ones we can count on to help her are me and Boy Bai. Let us take care of her, otherwise, she will not be able to rest in peace..."

"Qing'er, from now on, I will be just like you. I will never have a grandma again..."

When Yang Ruolan talked about the sad part, sadness came from her heart and she started crying.

Yang Ruoqing gently patted Yang Ruolan's back. She completely understood this feeling.

Although there is a grandmother named Tan, in a big family like the old Yang family, Tan favors boys over girls and is a cold-tempered person.

Therefore, they, the granddaughters, have received almost no warmth and care from this blood-related grandmother since they were young, and some only received beatings, scoldings and supercilious looks.

Yang Ruoqing was even almost sold to a slave by Tan...

The two cousins, Yang Ruoqing and Yang Ruolan, are surprisingly similar in this regard. They both have a good mother-in-law who loves them very much.

Needless to say, Mrs. Sun, Yang Ruoqing can't help crying when she recalls the past.

And little old Mrs. Yang's love for Yang Ruolan is also sincere.

Little old Mrs. Yang sent a white-haired woman to a black-haired woman. When her daughter died, little old Mrs. Yang was so sad that she almost followed her.

The two siblings, Yang Ruolan and Yang Yongbai, who lost their mother, relied on the help of Grandpa Gagong for most of that time. But later, Yang Ruolan was ignorant and went astray and went to make a baby for Narisong.

The concubine was finally targeted by the poisonous woman Qian brought back by Yang Hualin, and together with Wangfu, she humiliated Yang Ruolan...

No matter before or after, the little old Mrs. Yang loved Yang Ruolan very much. After Yang Ruolan became sensible, lived a down-to-earth life, and began to repay this good mother-in-law.

It's just that good people don't live long, and within a few years, Grandma Ga passed away.

"My grandma died in the early hours of this morning. At that time, her eyes could not be closed. It took me a while to finally close her eyelids. My grandma was unwilling to let go...

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