Zhao Xiaodong felt that this was a matter of course, and she understood Song Yiran's guilt and anxiety about the old man Song and the original owner as longing and sadness! She felt that this child was too kind, and his heart was too good, that is, Song Yiran had a conscience, knew gratitude, lived in the old horse's house, and wanted to burn some paper money for him! Otherwise, the old man Ma had no children and no daughters, and he was afraid that he would really become a lonely ghost.

"Alright, almost. Zhao Xiaodong felt that her hands and feet were cold, and her whole body was cold! I don't know if the weather is too cold, or the yin qi in this northern slope cemetery is too heavy, anyway, she is not comfortable all over her body.

Song Yiran responded, also bowed to the old horse's head, and then poured the dumplings into the pit and quickly buried the pit!

After waiting for a while, until he couldn't smell the slightest smell of fireworks and was sure that there would be no danger of burning, Song Yiran walked out with Zhao Xiaodong.

It wasn't until he got out of the north slope of the mountain that Zhao Xiaodong felt that he had a hot breath on his body.

Song Yiran laughed secretly, no matter how strong Zhao Xiaodong is, she is just a woman who has not experienced strong winds and waves, and it is really difficult for her to come to the cemetery to worship on the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

"Auntie, thank you for your hard work. ”

"Tell me stupid things, let's go! Hurry up and go home, I'm hungry!" The little thing I ate before had long been blown away by the cold wind.

As soon as she said this, Song Yiran also felt hungry and a little hungry.

"Good!"

The two of them quickened their pace down the mountain, and half an hour later, they successfully returned home.

"Ouch, my old arms and legs, I almost gave it up there. ”

"Don't talk nonsense. ”

Zhao Xiaodong smiled and took off the old jacket outside, "Okay, don't talk nonsense!" She hurriedly fetched hot water, washed her face and hands, and came back from the grave, so as to take good care of herself. There used to be a lot of rules, but now they don't pay much attention to it.

Song Yiran washed his face, washed his hands, and began to heat dumplings and hot dishes.

The two of them ate a mouthful of hot food, and with food in their stomachs, their nerves gradually relaxed, and they became tired. Especially Zhao Xiaodong, no matter how good her physical strength is, she is definitely not as good as Song Yiran, she went to the grave circle in the middle of the night, and her spirit was highly nervous, not only afraid of encountering something unclean, but also afraid of being found out that they were engaged in feudal and superstitious sacrificial activities. After coming back, this tense nerve relaxed, and the person naturally became very tired and sleepy.

"Go to bed early!" Zhao Xiaodong got into the quilt and closed his eyes, too tired.

Song Yiran also got into the quilt, blew the oil lamp, and said lightly, Happy New Year.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year to welcome the God of Wealth, you must get up early.

Zhao Xiaodong is a diligent person, her biological clock has already been formed, and getting up before dawn is not a difficult thing for her at all.

"Auntie, it's not dawn yet, why are you up so early? ”

Zhao Xiaodong only said: "I can't sleep, you sleep yours." ”

Song Yiran responded in a daze, turned over, and continued to sleep.

Zhao Xiaodong got dressed in the dark, put the sweater she knitted for Song Yiran on the side of Song Yiran's pillow, she gently stroked the soft sweater with her hand, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but pick up slightly.

Zhao Xiaodong went to the outhouse and lit the stove first. The temperature in the house quickly rose a lot, and the dumpling filling she had mixed last night was brought to the stove, and the temperature in the stove was used to bake it, and then the water and noodles were boiled, who made the dumplings.

Halfway through the dumplings, Song Yiran got dressed and left the house.

"Happy New Year, auntie!"

As soon as Zhao Xiaodong looked up, he saw that Song Yiran was wearing a new sweater and a new cotton jacket outside, and the bright colors set off her face even more delicately.

"What's going on?" Song Yiran may not have noticed that her own accent was deviated by Zhao Xiaodong, and she confided a few words of local accent from time to time.

"It's good!" This girl, the appearance is really getting more and more standard! I didn't think it was so eye-catching when I looked at it two years ago, after all, Song Yiran at that time lowered his head all day long, shrunk his shoulders, and his sense of existence was very low. Look at her now, her spirit is different from before, and her appearance has grown a lot, and the more she looks at it, the more beautiful she becomes.

Zhao Xiaodong has a sense of pride that my family has a female junior. She is in her thirties, although she has become a family, she is still a girl, without a husband and no children, but in terms of age, she has already reached the age when she should be a mother!

She treated Song Yiran as her daughter.

"Good looking. ”

Song Yiran stepped forward with a smile and said, "Auntie, don't you have any New Year's money?"

Zhao Xiaodong really prepared the New Year's money, and put it in Song Yiran's padded jacket pocket!

"What's that in your pocket!"

Song Yiran touched the pocket of his clothes, and actually took out a five-yuan ticket from it!

What a generous gift! The New Year's money given to the children these years is all a dime or two.

Song Yiran couldn't cry or laugh, she just said casually, she didn't really want to press the New Year's money.

"Thank you, auntie, I'll help you make dumplings. ”

The two of them worked fast, and the dumplings were steamed in a short time.

The steamed dumplings eaten on the first day of the Lunar New Year are filled with sauerkraut and meat residues, Zhao Xiaodong is very willing to put oil, the sauerkraut is delicious, and it tastes particularly refreshing, Song Yiran ate more than 20 before putting down the chopsticks.

"It's a blessing to be able to eat, you're growing up, don't lose yourself. Zhao Yiran said while brushing the dishes: "You say, will they really come to Gao Dashan?"

When eating before, Song Yiran said that Gao Dashan and Chai Xiaofen would come today.

Zhao Xiaodong will be skeptical, not too sure.

Song Yiran said gracefully: "Eighty percent!" After all, it is a life-saving grace, if they don't come today, then Song Yiran will have to re-evaluate the value of the couple.

Zhao Xiaodong didn't know the bottom in his heart, "If they come, how do you want to tell them and directly find out about Li Xingsheng and Wang Lianhua?"

Song Yiran shook his head, this is impossible, it is too abrupt! And Gao Dashan will definitely suspect that he has ulterior motives!

She just wants to accumulate strength in Daqingshan in peace and prepare for returning to the city, and she doesn't want to add other troubles.

Li Xingsheng and Wang Lianhua must be cleaned up, but not at this juncture. And once she said this, Gao Dashan and Chai Xiaofen would inevitably feel that she had bad intentions and other intentions. It is even possible to think that she wants to avenge the grievances of the dead old man Song and take revenge on them, so this kind of thing can't be done.

She'll have to stay here for a few more years!

"I have other arrangements for this matter, auntie, you don't care, if they come in a while, you can help take care of Gao Qi." ”

Zhao Xiaodong nodded, she still had some doubts that Gao Dashan would bring Chai Xiaofen and her wife over. She subconsciously stretched her neck and glanced out of the house, then her eyes widened, and her hands kept swinging, motioning for Song Yiran to come over, "Girl, I really let you talk, look, isn't this coming?"