Tuoba Xian knelt on the futon in the Buddhist hall.

Today is the Chinese New Year, but Tuoba Xian has changed into plain clothes, and her hair is simply pulled into a bun, fixed with a simple but valuable long hairpin made of black jade.

She looked up to the sky without makeup, holding a string of agarwood Buddhist beads in her hand, her eyes lightly closed, and she muttered something.

After more than ten years of moving south, I have accompanied my grandchildren to grow up day by day, watched the people in the village rise and work every day, watched the children grow up one after another, and watched the children grow up one after another.

The old man passed away...

Look at the flowers in the yard blooming and failing again...

Appreciate the flowers in spring, blow the wind in summer, watch the clouds in autumn, and listen to the snow in winter...

Time flies by like a flash. When she got up and combed her hair this morning, she saw a few white hairs tangled on the comb, and the traces of time were carved into the corners of the person's eyes in the bronze mirror...

She knew that there were some things that she might not be able to achieve in her lifetime.

This is God's will and fate.

For example, restoring the country may not be accomplished by her generation. It will take two, three, or even more generations.

But what she has to do is to pass on this concept. Just like planting a seed in the soil, waiting for time will always witness a result.

And some things are the memories she has hidden in her heart all her life, the little luck she had in her best years, and the cause of her lonely destiny in this life.

After today, this year passed in a daze, and she waited for him for another year.

He still didn't show up.

Sometimes she couldn't understand that two people who were so in love were still alive in the world, neither were married to each other, and they had a child together...

He even sent a comb with verses of love for each other engraved on it...

Why didn't he come to see her?

Many times she would think about this problem all day long, but could not come up with a result.

She also wanted to go find him, but her impulse was quickly repelled by his avoidance.

She is arrogant and this has never given way as she grows older.

All she could do was wait.

The time limit she gave him was neither long nor short, just this life.

If she leaves one day, she will never be seen again in the next life!

…

As the night gradually fell, the snow fell more rapidly.

In order to prevent the food from cooling during the delivery process, the Luo family chose to place the New Year’s Eve dinner in the dining hall this year.

The table was filled with all kinds of delicious dishes. Blacksmith Luo drank boiled shochu, while Yang Ruoqing took out warm rice wine and fruit wine and poured them for the women and children on the table.

"Hongxiu, when you get here, you're at your own home. You can eat whatever you want, don't be constrained."

The person who couldn't wait to say such kind words must be Wang Cuilian.

Hongxiu smiled obediently and nodded gently.

Tuoba Xian also smiled kindly at Hongxiu.

Although Hongxiu didn't know Tuoba Xian's true identity, she was secretly surprised by her strong aura and noble temperament.

General Luo's mother, sister's mother-in-law, and baby's grandmother, her temperament really doesn't look like that of a village woman.

This kind of temperament is incomparable to even mothers who came from official families.

My sister’s mother-in-law’s identity is certainly not simple.

"Hongxiu girl, you must not have eaten well all the way here. Try the home-cooked food here. I'm sure you like it." Blacksmith Luo also greeted cheerfully.

Hongxiu's curved lips smiled and nodded again.

Luo Baobao even dragged a duck leg directly into the bowl in front of Hong Xiu.

"Auntie, I won't say any kind words. Come here, I'll pick up some food for you."

Hongxiu held the bowl and looked at Baby Luo tenderly, with warmth flowing in her eyes.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing was holding a wine flask around the table to pour wine, and happened to be beside Hongxiu.

Hongxiu quickly put down her chopsticks and stood up with the wine cup in both hands. How dare she sit back and let Yang Ruoqing come over and pour her wine?

However, Yang Ruoqing held her shoulders and sat her back down again.

"This is home. When we are eating as a family, please don't spoil my fun by doing all those silly things!"

Seeing Yang Ruoqing talking and laughing at Yan Yan like this, and pouring her a full glass of fruit wine, Hong Xiu was flattered and moved even more deeply.

"Crack, crackle, crackle..."

The deafening sound of firecrackers came from the yard of Yang Huazhong's house next door.

There is still gunpowder smoke drifting over.

Not to mention, the smell of sulfur and gunpowder usually feels very uncomfortable, but on a special day like New Year's Eve, this smell is really indispensable.

Blacksmith Luo's face flushed with excitement. He raised his wine cup and said loudly to everyone at the table: "The third family next door has already started having New Year's Eve dinner. Let's hurry up. Someone will come to pay New Year's greetings soon!"

Wang Cuilian smiled and said, "Don't rush me. You can't be in a hurry when eating. You have to take your time."

Yang Ruoqing sat back in her seat, raised her wine cup and said with a smile, "That's almost it. Let's have a cup together as a family first, and then we'll eat the vegetables."

Luo Baobao had already attacked the goose before, but now he quickly put down his chopsticks and picked up the wine cup.

Hong Xiu also raised the wine cup, and everyone's wine cups touched together. Feeling the warmth of each other's fingers, they sipped the first cup of wine at the same time.

The fruit wine was very sweet, but Hongxiu's eyes were slightly moist.

At Yang Huazhong's house, which is separated by a wall, the table is also full of people.

Both sons are back, as are the wife, grandchildren, and Mrs. Sun's face is full of smiles.

"Hua'er, just concentrate on eating. I'll feed the Fu baby."

Mrs. Sun forcibly took the Fuwa from Xiaohua's arms.

Anyone who has given birth to a child knows that until the child can hold a bowl and eat independently, the family cannot sit down to eat together or go out to a restaurant to eat together.

You have to take turns with the child, feed the child, and give time to feed the other adult, and then feed the other adult.

Many people joke that after having children, having a meal is like getting into a fight.

Although it is a joke, it also makes sense. Although it is busy, it is happy because this is the happiness and satisfaction brought by raising the next generation.

Xiaohua didn't follow Mrs. Sun's politeness, because experience told her that she couldn't steal her mother.

Just eat it yourself first. She eats quickly and she will come to eat later.

As for Yang Huazhong, looking at the full table in front of him, both big and small, his face was full of joy.

Even if I had sent the New Year's Eve dinner to Old Yang at the house over there, he was pointed in the nose and scolded, and even had a spoon thrown at his feet. The frustration and unhappiness he felt were all because of the children and grandchildren at the table.

Diluted by laughter.

"Come, let's have a drink as a family. This year has not been easy for everyone. Fortunately, everything has gone smoothly." As the elder of the family, Young Huazhong had to come before drinking the first cup of reunion wine.

A few toasts.

It can also be said that it is a summary of the family over the past year, haha!
Chapter completed!