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Chapter 317
Su Huan nodded, "I understand. Then he was beheaded?"

Huo An said, "Exile to the Northland."

Su Huan said, "My third sister was also exiled?"

Huo An nodded.

Su Huan looked a little unhappy, and said sullenly, "We have to live in peace."

After talking, he fell down and went to sleep. After sleeping for a while, he suddenly got up again and said, "You settle down the military affairs. When you have time, let's go to Jinzhou to visit my father, my elder brother and the others. By the way, we will go back to Taohua Village. What do you say?" OK?"

Huo An smiled, "Okay."

Su Huan smiled and said, "In the past, Uncle Lian was always afraid that I would harm you. I just want to show him that I am a prosperous man."

Huo An put his arms around her and said, "Su Huan, I used to think about getting married for you, but now it seems..."

Su Huan didn't wait for him to finish, and raised his head and said anxiously, "You have two children, and you still play with that, you are not afraid of being laughed out of your teeth. Besides, why is my name not right? The late emperor ordered me For ordering my wife from the sixth rank of Wude."

Huo An didn't speak again.

Su Huan lay on his chest, silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "Huo An, you are the best peach blossom in my life, bloom once, forever."

In the first year of Hongde, Xia.

Huo Ansuhuan took the two-year-old Putao and the half-year-old Pear to visit relatives in Fengshui City, Jinzhou.

Su's father felt ashamed and felt that it was not easy to face him, so he closed the door to see him, but Su Jue came to comfort his father, "Father, go out and meet her, after all, my little sister is your biological daughter, and you are your father after all. Besides, you hurt my little sister's heart by not seeing you. Also, you don't even know how terrible the names they gave their children are. What about the name?"

Suboshan jumped up, shook his head and sighed, "Grapes? Pears?"

So this summer, little Putao, who was over two years old, finally got her famous name, Huo Yi.Da Lizi was luckier than his sister, he was only half a year old, and already had a decent name, Huo Zhao.

Afterwards, Huo Ansuhuan happily brought Huo Yi and Huo Zhao back to Peach Blossom Village.

Peach Blossom Village is still beautiful, and the Peach Blossom River is still gurgling, just like a few years ago when Su Huan first arrived here.

Third Uncle Lian was getting older, and he still liked to squat on the ridge of the field and smoke cigarettes. When Su Huan walked over and called him Third Uncle Lian with a smile, he was stunned for a long time.

Donghe was still in the village, he and Ma Rourou were already parents of two children, and the whole family was about to move to Qingyu City, where they said they wanted to open a grocery store.

Baofeng's family hadn't been in Taohua Village two years ago, because he passed the exam and was sent to a small county government in the south to be the county magistrate. Although the official is small, it finally fulfilled his long-cherished wish .

As soon as he left, he took Huasui away because he and Huasui were married.

Su Huan and Huo An said, "Hua Sui probably forgive me?"

Huo An smiled and said, "Forgive or not, you didn't rob someone else's husband. From the beginning to the end, I only liked you."

Finally, the two returned to the small courtyard with their children.

The small courtyard has not been populated for a long time, and it has become dilapidated, and the lock on the door is broken.

Huo An hugged the big pear, stood at the door, pushed open the cobweb-strewn courtyard door, dust rushed in, Little Putao hugged her mother's leg, raised her head and shouted in a milky voice, "Mother, there is a ghost."

Su Huan's face was dark, and he lowered his head and said, "When your Aunt Yanyan comes back from wandering with her senior brother, I will take care of her."

Although the yard is full of dead branches and leaves, the stone table, stone mill, and stone bench are still there. The peach tree at the door has withered a little, but the big pagoda tree in the yard is still flourishing.

Su Huan bent down, took the little grape, walked in with a smile, and said as he walked, "In the past, mother liked to wash her hair under this locust tree the most. Your father is very strong. Pushing this mill can Pushing it all morning. This stone stool is actually pretty good. Sitting here, it’s just right to amuse Dada’s little girl, and you can still bask in the sun. Unfortunately, Dada has a bad temper. Oh, Putao, look at that wall, it was repaired by your father and the others, because a wild boar broke it, it was a thrilling night, my mother was almost eaten by a wild boar, but luckily..."

She took her finger-eating daughter by the hand, turned around, looked at Huo An standing in the yard, "and your father."

Huo An smiled, his black grape eyes glistened under the bright summer sun, his back was straight, just like back then, he stood in the yard, looking puzzled at the pig-faced girl in front of the window, wondering if she was shy what are you talking about.

Su Huan burst into tears all of a sudden, and said slowly, "Huo An, my life is really lucky."

The first year of Hongde.The third day of March.clear.

Today is a fine day. A peach tree in the back garden of the Captain’s Mansion actually bloomed. Sitting under the tree, Little Putao picked up a petal of peach blossom to eat. The fourth sister hugged the big pear and asked her with a smile: “Grape, how much is it?” What does peach blossom taste like?Is there any meat to eat?

Little Putao smiled, and the small teeth of the glutinous rice were covered with flower juice, making her saliva drool.

I saw this scene from the window, and the dormant literary heart of my old lady suddenly felt ready to move.

It just so happens that there is a fragrant foil paper on the desk. The paper is of very good quality, and you can smell the fragrance when you open it. The slightly yellow paper roll shows its low-key connotation, thick and tasteful.I think this paper is most suitable for writing a diary.

Oh, this incense foil is one of the trophies I blackmailed the crickets.In fact, I don't like reading and writing, but I can't let the crickets be blackmailed.

I remember, senior brother said, diary is actually a good thing, memory is always incomplete, and when you get old, you can fill in the incomplete part of memory by opening the diary and looking at it.When he was eight years old, he also wrote a diary. He planned to record his magnificent and thrilling life, but unfortunately, he only wrote thirteen pages before being torn up by his master and thrown into the latrine.

The reason is that among the thirteen entries in the diary, ten are about recording how Master got into trouble, two about how masturbation made Master get into trouble, and another one, after all, has nothing to do with Master. Be careful to see the peasant woman taking a bath.

The brother described it like this: Actually, I think she is not as white as Master when she takes off her clothes, but she has two buns on her chest, which Master does not have.Master is too thin.

Master vomited blood.

Oh, the topic is getting too far, I write a diary, it's none of my brother's business.

Today is the third day of March in the first year of Hongde. Brother An said that the first year means a new beginning, while the fourth sister said that March [-]rd was the day when she and Brother An met for the first time. On March [-]rd of that year, Brother An was unlucky retrieved her.

Well, starting today, I will record my magnificent and thrilling life.

The first year of Hongde.March sixteenth.Negative.

I am in a bad mood today.

Brother, that bastard, slipped away again without making a sound.

(End of this chapter)