Wen Xiaomiao poured wine into everyone's bowl, even the bowls of the county guard and Chen Mu were slightly more, and the ladies couldn't drink it, and even Shuangneng was a little stronger.

As the head of the family, Lian Junshou stood up first and said a few words, which mainly meant expectations and wishes for the future.

Even Shuang's mother looked at the three children kindly, and said to Chen Mu: "Chen Gongzi, come, come, you're welcome, eat vegetables, this wine hasn't been brewed yet, the taste is worse, the festival is just to create an atmosphere, you will drink some." ”

"Mrs. Lian, you are too polite, you still call me Chen Mu, if you have the opportunity to wait for Xiao Miao to make you some plum blossom wine to drink, Xiao Miao's plum blossom wine is light and mellow, sweet but not astringent, really good, there are two jars buried under the osmanthus tree in our backyard, that is, the home is sealed, and it can't be wasted." Chen Mu looked regretful.

"Second brother, you don't have to be sorry," Wen Xiaomiao hurriedly told him: "Those two jars have already been drunk." ”

"When?" Chen Mu looked at Wen Xiaomiao strangely and asked.

"It's just that a few days after you left, one altar was used to celebrate my father's acceptance of me as a righteous daughter, and the other altar was used by my father to put down Brother An." Wen Xiaomiao blinked and looked at Chen Mu with big smart eyes.

Chen Mu was stunned there, in his heart, Wen Xiaomiao's few words made him sad and not happy.

Lian Shuang's mother saw the situation and gave Chen Mu vegetables, which alleviated this cold scene.

After eating, Chen Mu and Wen Xiaomiao chatted for a while before reluctantly leaving the Lian Mansion.

Lian Junshou and Mrs. Lian have not worked lightly these days, and the matter of keeping the year naturally fell on Lian Shuang's head.

Lian Shuang and Wen Xiaomiao sat next to the stove to keep a New Year's Eve, roasting potatoes and sweet potatoes on it, and two apples were placed on the table next to them.

After a few strokes of the wooden block, the fire became more vigorous, and it seemed that everyone knew that Wen Xiaomiao was very afraid of the cold.

"Xiao Miao, you have changed a lot this year," Lian Shuang drank a lot of wine tonight, and his cheeks were a little flushed, "I remember that when you first came, you were only promised, and you had to settle things when you lost things, and you looked like a little daughter-in-law was angry, but now it is different, the eighteenth year of the female college has changed, even the temperament and personality have changed, she is stable, strong, and she is very good." ”

Wen Xiaomiao looked up at Lian Shuang, remembering the scene when she first saw Lian Shuang, at that time Lian Shuang was heroic, exuding the arrogance of a woman who did not lose her eyebrows, atmospheric and calm, and now Lian Shuang has changed a little, revealing the appearance of her little daughter's family from time to time.

Lian Shuang flipped through the potatoes and sweet potatoes, looked at Wen Xiaomiao sideways, and asked, "Is there any news from Hong An?" ”

"No, I asked the second brother in the afternoon." Wen Xiaomiao shook her head.

"I see that your second brother seems to be interested in you, and he looks at you from time to time when he eats." Lian Shuang said with a smile that she knew that they were righteous brothers and sisters.

"When I was kind to him, he didn't like me, and when I liked Brother An, he said that he liked me, and things were always unsatisfactory." Wen Xiaomiao pouted.

"How can there be so many wishful things, what is born for a lifetime, just to experience and overcome all kinds of difficulties, and then until death." Lian Shuang looked at Wen Xiaomiao and raised his thick eyebrows.

"But, at least you still have hope, I don't have any hope at all." Lian Shuang continued, smiling bitterly again.

"Sister Shuang'er, how could it be?" Wen Xiaomiao looked comforting, and seemed to be encouraging, Lian Shuang talked a lot tonight.

Lian Shuang stared at the round potato, the voice sounded slowly, Wen Xiaomiao hurriedly moved the stool to Lian Shuang, it is not appropriate to speak loudly here.