The mother-in-law said it so straightforwardly, and she was not embarrassed at all, which made Yang Ruoqing a little embarrassed.

My mother-in-law seemed to be a sixteen-year-old girl again, experiencing her first love.

It can be seen that all the years of self-cultivation in the Buddhist hall were all fake.

It's just a thing to pass the time in empty and boring days. In the true heart, no matter how old you are, you still long for the romance, and you still can't forget the man with whom you had a passionate love.

"Mom is happy, and I am truly happy for my mother." Yang Ruoqing said softly.

Tuoba Xian slowly raised his eyes, looked at Yang Ruoqing tenderly, and said, "Although I don't know why he has been avoiding me for so many years, I can feel that he is still the same person he was back then."

I am also the same me back then.

Everything is changing, but this feeling and obsession have never transferred.

"Mom, although I have never met my father-in-law and don't know what kind of person he is, I believe in your feelings."

"It's just that, as a woman, I'm confused because since you two have feelings for each other, why does he keep hiding from you?"

"He has his own reasons." Tuoba Xian's voice was very soft.

"In the past, it was for hatred of family and country. Now, oh, I don't know what it is for now."

The tense moment has passed many years ago, and now we are all middle-aged, half-way through our lives.

She knelt in front of the Buddha many times but could never comprehend it.

She also asked him in her reply to him, but the letter seemed to have disappeared into the sea.

"When we went out this time, my father-in-law sent someone to follow us. He has been secretly protecting mother's safety." Yang Ruoqing added.

Luo Fengtang pursed his lips lightly and smiled a little shyly.

"He is such a troubled person."

Back then, his love was so fierce that he wanted to burn her and him together like a ball of flame.

However, the choice he made was so ruthless and so decisive.

"Now that things have happened, I don't want to hold him back to get to the bottom of things. I will live with myself however I want to,"

"As for him, I don't care if he wants to hide in the dark or float in the light. It's up to him."

"Mom, are you looking away and letting everything happen?"

"Well, just let it happen. You can't force anything. In the past few years, I searched all over the country and couldn't find him."

"I stopped looking for him later, but he appeared again. It shows that what the Buddhists said is true, fate is the dust of the audience."

"The tighter you hold on, the faster it will leak. It's better to deal with it calmly."

…

After returning from Tuoba Xian's place, Yang Ruoqing was still in a daze.

Her words of 'just let it go' echoed in my ears.

The so-called letting go, in the final analysis, is just the mother-in-law's feeling of powerlessness about this relationship and the man who is like a wild horse.

"Hey, why isn't Tang Yazi in the house? Where have you been?"

Yang Ruoqing walked around the room, looking inside and outside, but Luo Fengtang was nowhere to be seen.

Not bothering to look for it, I grabbed a handful of sour plums and stood by the window to watch the night view outside.

It was a night in early May, and the room was a little stuffy. When I opened the window, the cool night breeze brought a burst of comfort.

Huguang County is relatively more prosperous than Wanghai County and is a typical land of plenty.

On the streets this night, the lanterns were on, the night market stalls were selling all kinds of things, and there was an endless stream of people coming out for a walk after dinner.

Chewing sour plums in my mouth, looking at the street scene in my eyes, bathing in the cool breeze, the environment has changed, not to mention, my mood has also become different.

As she watched, her eyes suddenly froze, and her eyes fell firmly in front of a stall selling cold skin on the street.

The owner of the stall is a dark, fat, middle-aged man with Wu Dalang appearance, and he is skillfully mixing cold skin for the customers in front of him.

Yang Ruoqing stared straight at the customer. At first glance, she thought it was Tang Yazi buying cold skin there.

This back, this height, and this standing posture are exactly the same.

The only difference is that the other party wears different clothes than Tang Yazi.

Tangyazi is wearing a set of black clothes today, looking cold and majestic.

The customer was wearing a gray-black robe, and his hair was not like Luo Fengtang's. The customer's dress was more mature and steady.

How can there be people in the world with such similar backs?

This made Yang Ruoqing interested in the man's appearance, so she stared at him intently, waiting for him to turn around.

Soon the shopkeeper Wu Dalang presented the mixed cold skin with both hands. The man paid the money, seemed to have teased a few words with the shopkeeper, took the cold skin and turned around to leave.

The moment he turned around, a big hand suddenly put her shoulder.

She was so fascinated that she was startled by this move, and her body reacted subconsciously.

Turn your head and take out your palm.

His hands were warmly embraced by the calloused hands, and his eyes also ran into Luo Fengtang's slightly surprised eyes.

"What's going on? Why is there such a big reaction?" He looked at her face, a little worried.

Normally, let alone putting his arm around her shoulder, even if he suddenly appeared and picked her up from behind and spun her around three times, she would still know it was him.

What she did today was obviously her body's instinctive warning, which meant that her mind was distracted by what was happening outside the window, and she neglected the people and things behind her.

"What are you looking at so fascinated?"

He pulled her into his arms and hugged her gently, then asked again.

Only then did Yang Ruoqing come back to her senses.

She was a little embarrassed about the slap she had just given, but there was something more important she wanted to tell him right now.

"Tangyaozi, I saw someone outside who looked like you from behind, and I thought it was you!"

"Really? Where?"

"Over there, let me point it out to you..."

When she turned around and looked again, the customers in front of the Liangpi stall had already been replaced by a mother and daughter.

She leaned out and looked for the people on the street.

"Be careful, don't fall."

Luo Fengtang's big hands held her waist tightly, and his eyes turned to the street outside the window.

After searching around, Yang Ruoqing returned to the house without success.

"Hey, as soon as you interrupted me like that, I disappeared."

Seeing that she was a little frustrated, Luo Fengtang smiled gently and gently rubbed the top of her hair.

"There are a lot of people with similar body shapes in the world. Just forget it if you can't find them. Don't worry about it."

Yang Ruoqing thought about it and felt that what he said was reasonable.

That customer looked like him, and the stall owner also looked like Wu Dalang.

It's just that Wu Dalang sells cooking cakes, while the stall owner sells cold skins.

"Tangyazi, actually I have other ideas."

"What do you think?"

He twisted a sour plum in her hand and put it in his mouth to taste it.

Almost...

It’s so sore, how can my wife bear it?

Yang Ruoqing almost laughed out loud when she saw his sour look.

She suppressed her laughter and stuffed another candied fruit into his mouth.

Luo Fengtang felt better now.

"My wife still loves me."

"You, just interrupt me."
Chapter completed!