Spring is coming

"Yes."

She suddenly remembered that she had lied to the other party last time. She was a little embarrassed, but Xie Hanqing didn't care: "I happened to go there to do something."

This means walking with them.

Mo Jingchun looked at this man who was calm and calm, with a gentle temperament, and he could not tell his background. Her sixth sense told her that he was not an ordinary person and what he had to do was not simple.

With his heart in his throat, Mo Jingchun lowered his eyebrows and eyes along the way, and spoke cautiously when he spoke to this person.

Fortunately, Mo He was not a big-hearted person and did not reveal too much about their family's situation.

They separated at the entrance of the village. Mo Jingchun arrived home, but Xie Hanqing was heading to the village chief's house, and he took the initiative to say goodbye to them before leaving.

After the three of them left, Mo Jingchun finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that maybe he was overthinking it. This person looked very kind and not as harsh as the group of people who pretended to be officials last time.

Mrs. Gao hadn't seen her granddaughter for a long time. When she saw her, she held her in her arms for a long time, calling her sweetly, and looking left and right to see if she was tired or thin. Her eyes were full of heartache.

It had been nearly [-] days since I returned home last month. It was no wonder that Mrs. Gao was angry after not being home for such a long time.

The weather has been getting warmer recently, and just as she was walking on the official road, she could see that the winter wheat grown in the nearby villages was already golden, and the willow flowers were flying in the waves of wheat. She had a good rest at home for two days, and she didn't bother to celebrate her birthday.

Both Gao and Mo He held her down, saying that her birthday was not celebrated last year, and since her parents were newly deceased, she really shouldn't make it public this year, but for a family like theirs, it was just a matter of having a meal together as a family. That's enough, it's not a big deal.

Because Gao's cooking skills are not very good, this meal was cooked by Mo He, with Mo Ying and Gao helping. The Li family didn't come, but they didn't miss the birthday gift they agreed on last year. As expected, A new set of water-colored clothes was made for her that was suitable for a little girl. There were butterflies fluttering on the skirt, which made her look very agile when she walked. It seemed that Li had put a lot of thought into it.

Mo Ying worked as an accountant in Xiangqinghuan. Although she only worked every two days, Mo Jingchun also gave her the same amount of money as Erya every month. This was Li's way of saying thank you.

She happily put on new clothes and asked Mo Ying if she looked good?

Mo Ying tilted her head and looked at it, and couldn't help but take off the two scrawled buns on her hair: "I'll comb your hair again!"

Ever since she learned how to do the double bun, she has been carrying two different sizes of tweets on her head every day. The skill of combing her hair is so terrible that even Mo Ying can't stand it.

While Mo Ying was thinking casually, she helped her style a double bun. This was a hair accessory with only half of her hair tied up and the other half hanging naturally. It was simple and playful.

In villages and towns, in ordinary people's homes, younger girls wear guan hair, while older girls like Mo Jingchun and Mo Yu usually wear double buns or double flat buns. The little girls in Mojia Village Most of them wear their hair in these styles, and those who are older like Mo Ping and Mo Ying wear their hair in a bun or a hanging bun.

They are all simple, elegant and easy-to-move hairstyles, and few are as badly combed as Mo Jingchun.

Mo Jingchun smiled at her sheepishly. In fact, she couldn't blame her for her poor skills. In the last few years of her previous life, she was worried and worried every day. As a result, her hair fell out sparsely and there was no need to comb it into a bun. The bun is fixed. It is as thick and black as it is now.

After several months of comfortable life, the yellowing at the ends of her hair has almost recovered, showing that the quality of her hair was originally excellent.

Mo Ying didn't know this, she just admired her masterpiece with a proud face and urged her to pin the pearl flowers on so that they would look better. You can have a feast without any effort on your own. The home-raised local chicken and duck are so fragrant. A bowl of oily old duck soup is paired with mushrooms freshly picked by Mo Qinglin from Lianlu Mountain, which is sweet and refreshing. It is mellow and the meaty taste brings a sense of satisfaction with a long aftertaste.

Although autumn is the season when mushrooms grow wildly, there will be a few scattered ones at this time, which is enough for my own consumption.

Huan Qing fried a plate of mushrooms, which were pure sweet and fresh, without any disturbing smell. The biggest feature of spring is that there is enough rain, so the mushrooms in spring are also big and plump. When you bite them, the juice overflows, and the wild fragrance comes out. Mo Jingchun is inspired: In autumn and winter, you can serve them in the store. The new pot uses fresh wild mushrooms as the base, and is used to cook thin slices of meat, white tofu, and various frosted vegetables. It is extremely sweet.

After eating, the whole family helped Mo He squeeze in the kitchen to wash the dishes. In fact, it was not just to share the dishes, but the rare and lively conversation atmosphere at home made people not want to leave.

While chatting lively with Mr. Gao about some interesting things that happened in the town, Mr. Lai, the shopkeeper, was talking about the look on his face that almost made him cry. Mr. Gao was angry and funny, and spat: "A grown man can be... Grandpa Chun'er is old and he still has no shame in doing such dirty tricks! Bah! I won't come to trouble you again in the future, will I?"

The words were still stuck in the back of the tongue, and suddenly Lu Bin's heart-wrenching cry came from the yard. Everyone's expressions changed, and they hurriedly put down the bowls and chopsticks in their hands and ran out. They saw Mo Mo playing with him. Ying was confused.

"What's the matter?"

It was dark and he couldn't see the road clearly. Mo He, who was still a mother, approached and opened Lu Bin's mouth with a look of helplessness on his face: "Mom, don't worry about him! This brat has eaten too much sugar recently and his teeth are bad. It’s the age when teeth come in, and one just fell out!”

It turned out to be like this, Mrs. Gao was helpless and doting: "Yes, I watch him every day, and if I don't pay attention, he will stuff one in, and I can't even take it out, this kid!"

Then he earnestly warned the younger ones: "Chun'er, Yingzi, and Qinglin, don't tease him anymore. His mouth will be filled with bad teeth, and he will be unable to speak in the future!"

I still said this to scare Lu Bin.

Lu Bin shed tears of grievance, and his little face twitched: "Mom, I don't--" He opened his mouth, and the words leaked out. He was frightened and covered it again.

The crowd dispersed with laughter.

I have stayed at home for three days today, and I have to go back to Baishan Town in two more days, which is really a bit reluctant.

Mo Jingchun was thinking about the "surprise" revealed by Bo Qingshan, and couldn't help but look forward to it. What kind of surprise would he see tomorrow?

She felt a little ashamed when she thought of this. She didn't know Brother Bo's birthday yet! The other party even specially prepared a birthday gift for her. He didn't even ask about the other party's birthday. It seemed that he would ask Hang Sheng quietly in the future to avoid the embarrassment of being exposed in person.

After learning from the painful experience, she actually couldn't sleep anymore. She got up from the bed again, lay in front of the window and counted the stars.

When I was a child, my mother said that the brightest star in the north is called the Polar Star, and that direction is the direction of the capital.

How could the capital city and the imperial palace, which seemed so far away in the past, be related to the death of my parents?