"When they grow up in the future, they may no longer interact with each other. The good things they can recall at that time are all from this time."

"People are destined to be lonely in the end, and the older they grow, the lonelier they become, so now that they don't have to avoid anything, as elders, let's try our best to help them!"

Luo Fengtang's face was still dark and sullen. Although he was somewhat conflicted in his heart, he still did not want to compromise on Tuoba Xian's words.

Upon seeing this, Yang Ruoqing gave Tuoba Xian a secret wink.

Tuoba Xian understood and raised her hand to gently place it on Luo Fengtang's shoulder, "Mom has no other thoughts. She just wants to make her granddaughter happier and doesn't want to intercept her little friend. Think about it carefully!"

Tuoba Xian went back to the yard to get something, and Yang Ruoqing took Luo Fengtang's arm and sat down next to the corridor.

In early summer, the yard is lush with vegetation and shaded by green trees.

A breeze blows, feeling relaxed and happy.

But when sitting next to such a black-faced Mr. Bao, even if you feel relaxed and happy, it will be greatly reduced.

"Tangyaozi, don't be so dark-faced. I understand how you feel, but my mother's words do make sense."

Luo Fengtang looked sideways at Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing continued: "Not to mention anything else, just take the construction of camps and the recruitment of female soldiers. Our daughter is full of a sense of accomplishment and a desire to talk."

"She must have wanted to have a good talk with her friends, but the letter was too short to write clearly."

"I can only imagine how excited she was to take Jingling to visit the camp. As long as our daughter is happy, we are willing to facilitate it, aren't we?"

"You used to be easygoing when things happened, and you were the one who enlightened me most of the time. Why are you so fussy with a kid in Jingling this time? This is not like your style, General Luo!"

Luo Fengtang lowered his eyes and thought quietly.

"Everything else is easy to talk about, but when it comes to my daughter, I really can't open my mind and my general bearing is gone." He said in a low voice.

"Qing'er, if I say that Jingling boy will definitely like our daughter when he grows up, what do you think?"

"Ah? That will happen in the future..."

"I'm just asking you what you think!"

"I...it's hard to say, it depends on what kind of man Jingling is when he grows up," she said.

The eyes flickered and imagination unfolded.

"If he is a man like Brother Zuo, with both talent and appearance, upright views, and responsibility, I would be happy to see them together."

Luo Fengtang was a little irritated, "But I don't like it. Even if he grows up to be like Brother Zuo, I don't want to accept it!"

"Why? Did Brother Zuo offend you in any way? We are in-laws with the Zuo family, so we are a perfect match!" she said.

Luo Fengtang shook his head, "If Jingling was someone else's child, I might not be so resistant to him getting close to my daughter when he grows up. It is precisely because he is the son of Brother Zuo that I care about it."

"Because we all knew clearly how much brother Zuo had feelings for you back then."

Yang Ruoqing was overjoyed, "Oh my god, that happened a long time ago, why do you still care about it?"

"Besides, Brother Zuo has principles and knows how to exercise restraint. He has never shown anything like this to us. It's all your guess."

"It's not a guess, Qing'er, you don't understand, but I am a man and I understand."

"Brother Zuo looks at you the same way I look at you, and Mu Zichuan..."

"Tangyazi, please don't say that, okay? We are an old married couple, and I'm still pregnant with one child. Don't give me goosebumps!"

Luo Fengtang smiled bitterly, "Okay, I won't say it. But I just care about Jingling being the son of Brother Zuo, and I don't want the two children to get closer!"

Yang Ruoqing knew that he was stubborn again.

"I'm confused. Jingling was not born between me and Brother Zuo, and they are not half-siblings. Why do you care so much about it?" she said.

This is just a joke.

However, Luo Fengtang's expression did not soften because of this joke. On the contrary, it became darker.

There was a bit of solemnity in the gloom.

"Qing'er, do you know? About Jingling's life experience..."

"Tangyaozi, don't talk to me with this expression. I swear, I really wasn't the one who gave birth to Jingling..."

Yang Ruoqing was really not joking about scoring twice, but was really frightened by his suddenly serious expression.

Luo Fengtang grabbed her hand and said in a deep voice: "Don't talk nonsense, of course I know it wasn't you who gave birth to her."

Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief, then rolled her eyes at him again.

What's the word?

It's as if she and Zuo Junmo really have an affair, but it's just that they haven't had a baby yet. If you talk nonsense again, she will go crazy!

"But I checked Jingling's life experience, and it seems to be related to you."

"Ah? Are you too busy to check that? Wait, what are you talking about? Does it have anything to do with me? What does it have to do with me?"

Luo Fengtang stared at a crabapple flower outside the verandah and narrowed his eyes slightly, "I didn't go there to check it out. I happened to be handling a matter and passed by Suzhou and Hangzhou at that time, so I checked it out by chance."

"Huh? What's the situation?" Yang Ruoqing stopped joking and sat upright and asked.

She still remembered the first time Zuo Junmo brought Jingling to the Luo family a few years ago.

At that time, Jingling was only seven years old.

At first glance, she recognized that this child must be related to Zuo Junmo, because his appearance and temperament were so similar that he was almost cut from the same mold.

As a result, it turned out that he was indeed his biological flesh and blood.

At that time, she inquired about Jingling's biological mother out of curiosity.

Zuo Junmo was vague and only said that the other party was a woman from Suhang and a fisherman's family.

From his vague words at that time, I could probably guess that the two had a romantic relationship. Later, the woman became pregnant with the child. Later, the woman fell ill and died and entrusted the child to him...

In short, she is an infatuated woman and a poor child.

"When Brother Zuo went there, it didn't matter whether it was a spring breeze or a good-looking woman." Luo Fengtang then said in her ear.

"But what I learned about Jingling's biological mother, that fisherman girl, is that her appearance is 70% similar to yours."

"Similar to me?" Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

"Everyone is dead, are you right?" he asked again.

Luo Fengtang shook his head, "Even if a person dies, as long as he is determined to investigate, he can always find something that was sealed before he was alive."

"I have seen the picture of that woman. At first glance, I thought it was you, but she is not as tall as you, and the charm between her eyebrows is not as aura as yours..."

"But, it's enough to make people mistake her for you under the dim light and three-point drunkenness, and make an imaginary relationship..."

"Okay, okay, Tangyazi, please stop talking. I don't want to hear anymore."

Yang Ruoqing stood up suddenly, covered her ears with her hands, frowned and walked away for several steps.

Seeing that she was really unhappy, Luo Fengtang was also a little panicked.

Even more upset.

What's wrong with me? Aren't you determined not to tell her these things because you don't want to cause her more trouble?
Chapter completed!