When Yang Ruoqing saw him like this, her heart moved. Although this silly boy has grown into a young man, some of his little habits have not changed since he was a child.

When he was a child and wanted to cry, he would bite his lip like this, and his eyes would be red.

"Zhi'er, if you have anything to say, stand up and say it, don't kneel down." Yang Ruoqing leaned over to pull him up again.

When he was a child, he would lie on the floor and act coquettishly for her. She would grab his two delicate little arms and lift him up gently. Then she would hold him in her arms, wipe his tears, pat the dirt on his body, and coax him.

She cared for him and raised him until he was seven years old.

However, at this moment, Yang Ruoqing went to pick him up out of habit, but she felt lonely.

Then he suddenly smiled and said, "You have grown into a big boy. Mom can't carry you anymore. Zhi'er, be obedient and stand up and talk quickly."

Dazhi nodded slightly and then stood up slowly.

When he stood up straight in front of her, Yang Ruoqing realized that her son was very tall. At fifteen years old, he was almost as tall as Yang Huazhong, and slightly shorter than Luo Fengtang.

With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, he is a very thin young man, but fair and fair, with delicate eyebrows and a scholarly elegance in his eyes.

He was young and had the reputation of being a civil servant. Such a young man had an unlimited future and was both talented and beautiful. The more Yang Ruoqing looked at him, the more he liked him.

"Not bad, not bad. I have grown taller and longer, and I look like a man..." Yang Ruoqing looked up and down at Dazhi, praising him repeatedly, and she was so happy that she was a little incoherent.

Da Zhi's face was also filled with emotion. This surprise and excitement of meeting again after a long separation made the muscles on his face twitch slightly, his hands clenched his fists tightly, and his whole body trembled slightly due to the tension.

He is a man, not a woman, and he can only suppress many emotions in his heart over the years.

"Mother." He called Yang Ruoqing again, his voice slightly choked with sobs.

"Hey, mother is here, mother is here." Yang Ruoqing nodded repeatedly and held Dazhi's hand tightly, "Let's go home. Your father is in the house. He caught a few big fish this morning and is waiting for you.

Come back and eat, come on, go into the house with mother first!"

"Hey, Qing'er, Dazhi, why are you two in such a hurry to go back to the house? Stop for a moment and let me see what Dazhi looks like."

Mrs. Liu's loud voice came from behind, and people rushed to the mother-in-law's side.

Dazhi looked down at Mrs. Liu in front of him, a little confused.

He came to Changping Village when he was one year old, and left Changping Village and returned to Yangzhou when he was seven years old.

During the six years he lived in Changping Village, when he was still a child, his most vivid memories were in the Luo family's yard, followed by the Gongga's mother-in-law's house separated by a wall.

As for the relatives and friends in other houses of Lao Yang's family, his memory is very vague, and it has been so many years, and he only came back for a quick stay for a few days the year before last, so he cannot fully recognize many people in the village.

Yang Ruoqing noticed Da Zhi's dilemma and was about to introduce him when Liu had already grabbed Da Zhi's arm.

"Oh my, Dazhi? Are you really Dazhi? I'm a good boy, I haven't seen you in a few years and you've grown so big. You've become so disguised that even Si Ga Po can't recognize you!"

Long disguise...

Yang Ruoqing's head was covered with black lines, "Fourth Aunt, what you said is really unpleasant. No matter how long you grow, it won't change your appearance. The contours are all there!"

Yang Ruoqing laughed and cursed, while calmly pushing Liu away, preventing her from grabbing Dazhi's sleeve.

Mrs. Liu was pulled to the side and smiled a little awkwardly, "Dazhi, Si Ga Po has never studied and can't speak, but Si Ga Po is happy to see you back. Do you still remember Si Ga Po? When you were a child, you said that

I also fed you red date porridge later, do you remember?"

Dazhi's mind was at a loss.

But out of self-cultivation and politeness, he still bowed to Ms. Liu and said with a smile: "Hello Siga Po, Dazhi has met Siga Po."

"Oh my, okay, okay, everything is fine." This is the first time in Mrs. Liu's life that she has been greeted by someone with such a serious bow, and the other person is still a young Juren, a master of Juren. Mrs. Liu was flattered and smiled.

I can't even close my mouth.

Yang Ruoqing took this opportunity to pull Da Zhi and walked towards the door of Luo's courtyard. At the same time, she took the time to turn to Mrs. Liu and said: "Fourth Aunt, you can go somewhere else for a stroll first. Let our family gather together first. I will take Zhi'er there later."

Door to door visits!”

Ms. Liu wanted to follow her, but Yang Ruoqing cut her off.

Ms. Liu stood there unwillingly, but Yang Ruoqing had already said that, so she couldn't follow him shamelessly.

Because she knows that Qing'er usually laughs and laughs, and what she said at this time is also true. If she insists on following him unconsciously, Qing'er might really turn her back and kick her out.

And in the blink of an eye, Yang Ruoqing had already pulled Dazhi into the Luo family's courtyard gate.

Ms. Liu stood there in a daze, craning her neck as she watched the coachman brought back by Da Zhi move boxes down from the carriage. There were several large boxes, which were heavy.

There must be local specialties from Yangzhou in those boxes, right? I wonder if some will be distributed to each house of Lao Yang’s family later? I’m really looking forward to it...

Just when Ms. Liu was envious and disappointed, a figure jumped up and appeared in front of Ms. Liu.

A hand was waved in front of Liu's face, and his playful smile blocked Liu's gaze.

"Hi, Siga Po."

Mrs. Liu raised her head and found that the person standing in front of her was Luo Baobao.

Ms. Liu was confused, what was going on? Why was she always looking up at others? Qing'er, the three girls, were all taller than her.

Regardless of whether it is Dazhi or Luo Baobao, at the age of fourteen or fifteen, how can he be as tall as a stick? It really makes a difference if he eats well!

"Sigaba, aren't you cold standing here?" Luo Baobao tilted his head and asked with a smile.

Mrs. Liu said: "Sigaba is cold, what, baby, do you want to invite Sigapo to come and sit at your house?"

Luo Baobao smiled with crooked eyebrows and a look that was a bit cunning like Yang Ruoqing's. This made Liu's heart skip a beat. It seemed that her little thoughts were seen through by this girl.

At the moment of embarrassment, Luo Baobao didn't seem to understand. He took out a handful of things from his pocket and stuffed it into Mrs. Liu's hand.

"Siga Po, these are the delicious things I bought from the county town. This is the only one. I'll give it all to you!"

Mrs. Liu felt her hands were heavy. She lowered her head and saw three pieces of crispy candy wrapped in oil paper.

"Ah? Are they all for me? No one else?" Liu asked again in surprise.

Luo Baobao smiled and nodded, "Yes, I originally bought it for myself, not for others to pick out the leftovers. Even my mother, my eldest grandma, and my grandma, I didn't buy it for them. I just bought it for them.

Use it to honor Grandma Siga!"

Mrs. Liu was so happy that she grinned to one side and quickly put three packets of halva into her arms.

"Siga Po, I have to go in and talk to my parents and brother. See you later."

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