Changping Village.

The main hall of Yang Huazhong's house was very lively.

The men were holding hot tea in their hands, and the women were holding heaters in their hands. In the charcoal brazier under the table, the charcoal fire was burning brightly. Although it was already the twelfth lunar month, the room was as warm as spring.

Seeing the sun gradually setting outside, it always gets dark earlier in winter. Now it seems that the sun has not completely set, but after half an hour, the sun will disappear without a trace.

Luo Fengtang suddenly stood up and excused himself from Yang Huazhong, Luo Tiejiang and other elders, saying that he would leave for a while.

Yang Huazhong said: "Is my son-in-law tired from the journey? Or is he drunk now? If you feel sleepy, go back to the house and lie down for a while. We will continue talking when we have dinner."

Luo Fengtang smiled and explained: "I'm not sleepy. I'm over the wine. School is about to end, right? I want to go pick up my daughter and Dazhi."

Everyone was stunned.

Everyone looked at Luo Fengtang with admiration.

Mrs. Liu pushed Yang Huaming, who was dozing with his eyes closed, and said loudly: "Look at how Tang Yazi became a father, and then look at yourself. The third girl has been studying in the school for almost a year.

I haven’t seen you, the father, pick him up even once. Tang Yazi just came back and was already thinking about picking up the child!"

Yang Huaming was pushed awake and shouted dissatisfied: "You still have the nerve to accuse me? Where are you? In the morning, the third girl got up early to study and asked you to help her comb her hair. You were lying in bed snoring like a pig. Fortunately,

With Ju'er, my second sister, helping me manage it, you still have the nerve to criticize me!"

Liu was dissatisfied and argued with Yang Huaming.

Everyone is used to their arguments, so they don't even need to pay attention to them.

Here, Yang Ruoqing put down the hand stove in her hand and stood up and came to Luo Fengtang's side, "I'll pick it up with you."

Luo Fengtang wanted to be alone with her in his heart, but he glanced at the north wind outside, turned his head and said to her: "No, I'll go back as soon as possible."

Yang Ruoqing knew that he was caring about her, and her heart felt warm, and she said, "I'm not afraid of the wind. At most, we can just wear a cloak. Let's go together."

Mrs. Sun also came over and said, "Yes, the two of us have a companion, so we can talk on the way."

The two of them went out. Yang Ruoqing was still holding a bundle in her hand. Inside the bundle were two small cloaks for Bao Bao and Da Zhi.

As soon as they left the yard, Luo Fengtang took the bundle roll in her hand, and the two of them walked side by side, with a gap of one person's width between them.

The two of them had a tacit understanding and did not look back, because they knew that Sun and the others had followed them to the courtyard gate to watch them off.

After finally entering the village, Luo Fengtang moved a little closer to her after shaking off the eyes of Sun and others behind her.

His fingertips touched her hand hanging by her side, and he probably wanted to hold her hand.

At this time, an old man carrying a soil basket and collecting dung suddenly came out from the corner of the front courtyard wall.

When the old man saw Luo Fengtang, his eyes lit up and he quickly greeted Luo Fengtang warmly.

Luo Fengtang responded to the old man with a calm expression on his face, and quietly withdrew his hand under his sleeve.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head sideways and snickered as she walked.

Both of them quickly walked out of the village and entered the willow forest in front of them.

As soon as she entered the forest, her hand was held in his palm.

She turned her head and looked up at him, and he was lowering his eyes to look at her. Their eyes met, and something charming flashed across their eyes.

Her heart panicked inexplicably, as if she was sixteen years old again.

That year he confessed to her and gave her a wooden comb in the alley. She stood up on tiptoes and kissed his forehead before turning and running away.

When I ran back, I couldn't help but hold open the courtyard door and peek in his direction.

I found that he was standing there like this, looking at the direction in which she disappeared.

"Idiot, what are you looking at? Why aren't you going to pick up your daughter from school?" She stamped her foot towards him and snarled.

Luo Fengtang came back to his senses, grinned, and strode to catch up. He took her hand again, and together they walked toward the school halfway up the mountain.

…

The villagers who can send their children to school are all enlightened families in Shiliba Village, who hold hope and value for their children.

In addition, it is the twelfth lunar month, it gets dark early, and there is not much farm work in the fields. Everyone is staying at home for the winter, and they have nothing to do. Therefore, there are also many parents who have nothing to do and rush to the school before classes are over.

Waiting outside the school.

When the school bell rang, students of all sizes finished their studies for the day, chatting and laughing, and walked in groups to the school door.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang were also standing among the group of parents at the door. Because Luo Fengtang was tall and tall, he stood out among a group of country guys.
Chapter completed!