How Li Zhou spent pen and ink to reply to the invitation, Yang Chunming didn't care for the time being, he was still immersed in the case in his hand and couldn't extricate himself. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Most of the cases in front of him are trivial matters, Yang Chunming looked at them at a glance, and after sorting out the ideas before and after, he directly marked the last side, and then waited until tomorrow when the court opened.

It wasn't until the sun went down and the light in the room was getting dim that Yang Chunming raised his head from the copywriting in front of him.

Looking outside, Yang Chunming lowered his head and smiled, "It's time to write a letter to my mother" After saying this, he looked down at the case that had just been approved in his hand, and estimated in his heart how to explain to her mother Yuan that he took office in Pingchuan so that his mother could quickly accept this matter.

He never mentioned it to his mother Yuan when he came to Pingchuan to take office, and even when he went home before, his mother asked and was forked by him.

Dig into it, the reason is because of the knot in her mother's heart that has gradually been locked, the tragedy of the Yuan family in Pingchuan is still vivid, so many people in the Yuan family are not alive except for his mother, it is conceivable that the tragedy brought her mother how much harm was brought back then, time passed little by little, seeing that the scar in her mother's heart that penetrated deep into the bone marrow had gradually calmed down, how could he bear to pierce her mother's heart at this time......? For him, this matter is difficult to settle and difficult to break, and when his mother told him, he was determined to take revenge.

Now that he has been lying in Hanlin for three years, he finally got the opportunity in front of him, how could he give up?

Yang Chunming leaned his entire back on the chair, and the gravity of his whole body was moved.

He still remembered that after he decided to leave, the master of the courtyard called himself to ask in the past and the other party's eyes with pity in appreciation, he knew that it was a regret for the talent to leave.

All the way from the capital, every night in the dead of night, Yang Chunming would lie quietly in bed and think about his choice.

There is no doubt that he does not regret it, even if this matter is done again, he will still choose this way, for others, staying by the side of the saint and continuing to copy books is far more promising than going to a border town to be a sesame official, and if anyone is changed, he will make a correct choice in his favor, only Yang Chunming will do all kinds of things like losing watermelons and picking up sesame seeds.

Every time he thinks of this, Yang Chunming can't help but bow his head and laugh out loud, as the so-called one loss and one gain, he seized the opportunity to avenge his grandfather's family, and lost a chance to rise to the top.

After writing the letter, Yang Chunming sent the letter out when he was preparing dinner, as for whether his mother would come back, Yang Chunming was not sure, after all, he had been in Pingchuan for a month, and he had not found out much about the details of the Ning family, the Ning family's momentum was still large, and in the short term, he still couldn't move them.

It seems that it needs to be considered in the long run, Yang Chunming thought about the plan in his heart, picked up the envelope that had been written in his hand and walked out of the room quickly.

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Ten days later, the Yang family in Linfang County ate at the restaurant.

Chunqiu looked back at the closed door again and sighed helplessly.

"Qiu'er, hasn't your mother come out yet?" Yang Weibai stood in the courtyard, looking at Chunqiu and pursed his mouth.

Chunqiu shook her head and whispered, "No, I haven't come out yet", since she received the envelope from her second brother, her mother locked herself in the room and never came out again, and everyone, including her father, was blocked out of the door.

"Dad, what did the second brother say in the envelope?

Chunqiu looked at the closed door, her eyes full of worry, you know, her mother has never been in this situation.

Yang Weibai shook his head, "I don't know, the first time the envelope came over, it fell into your mother's hands, and I didn't see what was said in the envelope."

Although he vaguely felt something in his heart, Yang Weibai still didn't tell Chunqiu his guess in his heart for the sake of insurance, there were still things to be busy in the front yard food shop, Yang Weibai couldn't stay in the backyard for a long time, and looked at Yuan's room, Yang Weibai thought that if Yuan's didn't come out at night, he was ready to go in directly, clenching his fists and not knowing it, Yang Weibai gritted his teeth and turned around and walked out of the backyard.

In the evening, before Yang Weibai could knock on the door, the door of her mother Yuan's room opened from the inside, and Chunqiu was awakened by the sound, and hurriedly put down the work in his hand, turned around and ran out of the kitchen.

Yuan's face was tired, tears were still on his face, his eyes were red like rabbit eyes, and the clothes he was wearing were also wrinkled, Chunqiu leaned against the kitchen door, looking at her mother quietly at the door, her eyes were full of worry and distress.

Her mother finally came out of the room, Chunqiu knew that it was not suitable to ask anything at this time, and silently watched her mother leave, Chunqiu thought about making more meals that her mother liked in the evening, so that her mother would be happy.

I don't know what her mother said to her father when she went to the front yard, but when it was time to eat in the evening, her mother's mood obviously returned to normal, and she was uncomfortable talking and laughing, except that her eyes were still a little red and swollen.

"Mother, you eat more" Chunqiu took a chopstick and put Yuan's favorite dishes into Yuan's bowl, and said with a smile.

"Eh, it's still Qiu'er's delicious dish" Yuan picked up the dishes in the bowl with a smile, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it directly.

"That's right, Qiu'er, pack up your things, and go to Pingchuan with your mother in two days" Yuan's expression calmly released the news that this was no less than a bomb.

"Eh, Hirakawa, that's not—" Chunqiu blurted out in shock.

After realizing that she had said too much, she hurriedly reached out to cover her mouth, and looked at her mother worriedly, Pingchuan, that is her mother's...... Hometown.

Yuan smiled, looking at the spring and autumn with nostalgia in his eyes, "I haven't been back for a long time, I miss it a little" Pingchuan, carrying the memories of Yuan's entire youth, those vivid, gray, excited, palpitating memories, filled Yuan's entire mind, when receiving Yang Chunming's envelope, Yuan's rare gaffe, locked himself in the room and cried bitterly, and discharged the depression that had accumulated in his heart for many years.

"Mother, then let's go back early," Huzi added on the side.

In comparison, the least known about Pingchuan is Chunqiu and Huzi, the former's understanding of Pingchuan is limited to the annual sacrifice, her mother will take her father out of the house, and Chunqiu remembers that the place where his grandfather's family is buried is located on the outskirts of Pingchuan County, and for the latter, Pingchuan is just his mother's maiden home.