Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3217 Little old Mrs. Yang returns to the west (one more)
Yang Ruoqing hugged Luo Baobao with one arm, and patted her back lightly with the other.

Telling the story of Chang'e flying to the moon with an extremely gentle voice...

On an autumn night, the cool breeze comes in through the screen window, carrying the rich fragrance of osmanthus flowers in August. In the dreamland, there is a fragrance of flowers.

After telling a story, Yang Ruoqing looked down at the little girl in her arms, who was soundly asleep.

The long and fine eyelashes are covered, the small and lovely Qiong nose, and the pink petal-like lips are slightly lifted up. In sleep, they all wear satisfied smiles.

The pulp of his fingers gently rubbed this immature little face, stroking the child's fragmented bangs aside.

Looking at this plump and smooth forehead, to be honest, this child really grew up taking advantage of her and Luo Fengtang's facial features.

The outline is like Luo Fengtang, but the facial features are a little bit like her mother, she moves like a rabbit, clever and playful, and a little domineering.

But when she is well-behaved, she is clever and lovely, especially when she is not fussing at the moment and is sleeping obediently holding her arm, her appearance is as quiet and pure as an angel, which makes people's hearts soften.

Looking at my daughter, no matter how I look at it, I can't get tired of seeing it crookedly, no matter how I look at it, no matter how I like it.

I'm afraid that all mothers in the world think so.

Not only to watch, but also can't help but want to kiss her little face.

Looking at the obviously elongated little arms and legs lying on the bed, I couldn't help feeling how fast the day passed, just like the little guy who was hugged in his arms and drank milk, and was crying aggrievedly while drinking milk, In a blink of an eye, he grew into a big child.

Yang Ruoqing kissed Luo Baobao's small face and small hands a few times, but she didn't dare to kiss her more, for fear of waking her up.

Baby, have a good dream, may there be flowers and laughter in your dreams.

Yang Ruoqing got out of bed quietly, put on a coat and sat down at the desk.

The desk is placed by the window, and she likes to look up and see the bamboo outside the window when she is reading or writing.

Tonight, above the bamboo is a round moon like a disc.

Looking at the moon outside the window, Yang Ruoqing suddenly wanted to miss someone.

It has been more than half a year since I left home, and the last letter I wrote back was a month ago. At that time, I had already quietly gone north to Miansheng in the capital, and I wanted to be escorted to Helanzhou.

It has been a month, and there is no letter from home.

Mid-Autumn Festival tonight, I don't know where he is?What are you doing?
Have you eaten mooncakes yet?Did you drink sweet-scented osmanthus wine?
The weather is getting colder, has he changed into autumn clothes?
It's been a long, long time since she snuggled into his arms and talked. In the past six months, many things have happened at home, and she has a backlog full of words, and she wants to talk to him.

I don't know how many nights, she sat at the desk by the window like this, and the white rice paper was filled with detailed thoughts.

However, he could only put this longing back to the bottom of the drawer.

He is doing big things outside, and he needs to be escorted, to ensure the safety of the emperor, and to ensure his own safety.

You have to face countless traps and tricks, and you have to avoid countless open and dark arrows.

As his wife, her responsibility is to stabilize his rear, take care of the elderly and children, prop up the family, and wait for his return.

She can't write to him casually, can't let her thoughts and concerns become his fetters, and can't distract him.

Tonight, the moon is round and people are not round. May this bright moon send lovesickness thousands of miles away.

Wherever you are, I wish you all the best.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, within a few days, little Mrs. Yang passed away.

The news spread throughout the village, and everyone in the village sighed.

I used to think that I gave birth to a promising son, made a lot of money outside, was the first person in Changping Village to go out, married a lady from a rich family in the county as a daughter-in-law, and set up a family business in the town...

The strings of enviable things in the past are all cast aside now.

So what if you are rich alone?
You forget your roots, you are not filial, you let your mother miss you at the last moment of dying on the sick bed, and finally die with nothing to rest in peace, so what if you are sitting on mountains of gold and silver?

"My granny is really pitiful. When she left, she was still thinking about my uncle..."

In front of him, Yang Ruolan was holding the little girl in her arms, sobbing and talking about the last few days of the little old Mrs. Yang's life.

The little girl was sitting on her lap, holding a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake given by her aunt Yang Ruoqing, and was eating with gusto, completely unable to understand her mother's sadness.

Yang Ruoqing handed over a handkerchief and asked Yang Ruolan to wipe off the teardrops on her cheeks.

Yang Ruolan continued in a low voice: "When I was dying, I was the only one beside me,"

"My Gapo took my hand and told me that she is going to find my mother,"

"Tell me and Ah Hao to help you be careful in the future. If one day you see a beggar begging along the street, it may be my uncle who is on the run. He dare not ask us to take him in. Anyway, throw two steamed buns..."

"My mother-in-law still can't let go of my talented cousin, saying that his father is ruthless, his mother is ruthless, and his daughter-in-law, Xiao Lin, doesn't even care about the relationship."

"Boy boy and I are the only ones who can count on a fight in the future. Let us take care of it, otherwise, she won't be able to rest in peace..."

"Qing'er, from now on, I will be just like you, there will be no Ga Po..."

When Yang Ruolan talked about her sadness, her grief came from her heart, and she burst into tears.

Yang Ruoqing patted Yang Ruolan's back lightly, she completely understood this feeling.

Although there is a grandmother Tan, in a big family like the old Yang's family, Tan is patriarchal, and she is a person with a cold temperament.

Therefore, these granddaughters have hardly received any warmth and love from this blood-related grandmother since they were young.

Yang Ruoqing was even almost sold to someone by the Tan family...

The two cousins, Yang Ruoqing and Yang Ruolan, are surprisingly similar in this area. They both have a good lady who loves them.

Needless to say, Mrs. Sun, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help crying when she recalled the past.

And little old Mrs. Yang's love for Yang Ruolan is also sincere.

Little old Mrs. Yang sent a white-haired man to a black-haired man. When her daughter died, little old Mrs. Yang was so sad that she almost followed her.

The two sisters, Yang Ruolan and Yang Yongbai who lost their mothers, spent most of that time relying on Gapogagong's support to survive, but later Yang Ruolan was ignorant and went astray, and went to be Na Risong's little girl. The concubine was finally targeted by the poisonous woman Qian Shi brought back by Yang Hualin, and together with Wangfu to humiliate Yang Ruolan...

Whether it was before or after, the little old Mrs. Yang loved Yang Ruolan very much. After Yang Ruolan became sensible, she lived a down-to-earth life and began to repay this good lady.

It's just that good people don't live long, and within a few years, Gapo passed away.

"My old lady lost her breath in the early hours of this morning. At that time, she couldn't close her eyes. It took me a while to finally close her old man's eyelids. My old lady is very unwilling and can't let go... ..."

Listening to Yang Ruolan's sobbing and crying, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but think of her old lady.

(End of this chapter)