It is the seventh day of July of another year, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the silver light is everywhere.

The quiet and clear moonlight shrouded the backyard study of the Lan family's shop on Wuhou Temple Street.

Cang Yuquan didn't turn a page in the account book in front of him for a long time, only to see the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, softening the stiff contours of his face.

Obviously, Cang Yuquan's mind was no longer on the account book, but flew out of the study and flew back to the bedroom not far away.

This time, Fang'er should have a daughter in her belly, right? God gave them three naughty sons, this time it should be a well-behaved and lovely daughter, right? A daughter like a wife, a daughter who completely belongs to their husband and wife.

Although Fang'er has worked hard to give birth to three sons, the three naughty boys were quickly divided.

The eldest Lan Chentong especially likes his father-in-law and mother-in-law, and spends most of the year in the salt works of Songpotun. The second Cang Qize was born to cast his grandfather's eyes, although the Lan family shop and the Cang family shop are not too far away, but the grandfather spoiled the little guy all day long, and the little guy has the backer of the grandfather, so he naturally refuses to come back here to be bound by his father.

When Fang'er was pregnant with the third child, and the child was not born, the Dingguo Duke and his wife in Beijing quietly came to Ning County. Because the eldest brother has been married for many years, although he has married three wives and concubines, none of them can give birth to a son and a half daughter for the Xu family. Dingguo Gong was worried that there would be no successor, and when he heard that the second and second daughters-in-law were pregnant again, he rushed over with his wife in a hurry.

The empathetic wife understands the hardships of the Dingguo family, and also understands the regret that he can't be the heir to the Xu family tree, so he agreed to hand over the third child to the Dingguo Gong and his wife without saying a word, I heard that it was named Xu Leiguang, recorded in the name of the eldest brother Xu Yuming, and became the eldest son and grandson of the Dingguo Gong Xu Mansion.

Now, his wife is pregnant with the fourth child, he hopes that this child can completely belong to the two of them, he hopes that TA can be a well-behaved daughter, intimate with her parents, and be a lovely interpretation flower.

Thinking of this, the smile on Cangyuquan's lips deepened.

This child has been very well-behaved since her existence was known, unlike her three naughty brothers, whose mother vomited and was emaciated all day long.

This child knew that she felt sorry for her mother from the beginning, and she had always been obedient, except for making Fang'er always sleepy, she didn't even make a few times about morning sickness.

When he got up with his pregnant wife and daughter in the bedroom, Cang Yuquan couldn't sit still anymore, closed the account book that he hadn't finished reading, and strode out of the study and went straight to the couple's bedroom.

Cang Yuquan walked fast and urgently, but when he was about to enter the door, he subconsciously slowed down his pace, pushed open the door lightly, and flashed in almost silently.

Fang'er has always disliked having a maid to serve her, even when she was pregnant, she tried her best to do it herself.

Therefore, there will never be outsiders in the couple's bedroom.

There were no outsiders in the room, and there was no lamp, and the soft moonlight sprinkled on the bedside, on Yun Fang's flawless face, and on her quiet sleeping face.

may be because of a tumor on her face in her early years, God was particularly tolerant of Yun Fang in later days, although she is already the mother of three and a half children, her skin is still as smooth and delicate as when she first got married, and it can be broken by blowing, which often makes Cang Yuquan look dumbfounded, and there is an illusion and joy that time has frozen.

As usual, Cang Yuquan gently stretched out his hand, caressing it on the face that he would never get tired of looking at for the rest of his life.

Suddenly, Yun Fang, who was sleeping, frowned, and a large teardrop flowed out of the corner of her eye without warning, and the warm tears rolled onto Cang Yuquan's hand, burning his heart.

Leaning over and carefully kissing away the tears in the corners of Yun Fang's eyes, Cang Yuquan asked pityingly, "Fang'er, what's wrong with you?"

As he spoke, Cang Yuquan took off his coat, and lay on Yun Fang's side gently in a snow-white middle coat, carefully holding his wife in his arms in a protective posture.

As if sensing a familiar aura, Yun Fang's body twisted, and his hands naturally climbed onto Cangyuquan's neck.

However, the sorrow between her eyebrows did not dissipate, her brows tightened, her mouth opened slightly, and she shouted aggrievedly, "Dad, Mom,......

"Dad, Mom?" Cang Yuquan muttered and repeated the words of his wife, and couldn't help but be stunned, he heard that this was his wife calling for relatives, but he had never heard that she still had relatives called 'Dad' and 'Mom'?

Otherwise, Cang Yuquan remembered the first time they met in the quarry, when he still had a salallow tuberculosis face, and Fang'er still had the big tumor on his face.

He already knew the details of their Lan family, but Fang'er still didn't know anything about her. At that time, the elf Weird Fei Fang'er also said a lot of strange things to him, strangely making him think that she was as fascinated by the story of the empress of the previous dynasty as her master Guo Siye.

Thinking about it now, he seemed to have misthought at the time, and Fang'er's appearance was more like confirming something, like some kind of code.

Could it be that Fang'er, who always surprises him, is there something he doesn't know?

Cang Yuquan smiled, looked at the face that was not sleeping very steadily, and said softly, "No matter what other sides you don't know, my Xiaoquanzi will always be by your side until the earth is desolate." ”

Xiao Quanzi's words seemed to have some kind of magic, Yun Fang, who was sleeping very unsteadily, suddenly stretched her brows, and her hands were also lowered from Cang Yuquan's neck, her right hand was protected on the bulging lower abdomen, and the other hand held Cang Yuquan's right hand tightly.

Yun Fang felt that she was flying, and in the company of Cangyuquan, she flew high into the sky, flew away from the Lan family's shop, flew over the backyard of Cangji, flew over the Songpo Tun Salt Farm, and flew over the Dingguo Mansion in Kyoto.

After seeing the quiet sleeping faces of her three sons with satisfaction, she squeezed her husband's hand and flew forward happily.

Fly all the time, fly all the time, fly all the time,......

Flew over the high-rise buildings rising from the ground, flew over the neon-lit downtown bars, flew all the way to the small village belonging to Lan Danxi, and flew over the small courtyard where she was born and raised.

In the small courtyard that is very familiar, as in the past.

Mom and Dad are enjoying the shade under the grape trellis, they are still not used to blowing the air conditioner, or they are used to sitting under the grape trellis with a pu fan to chat and enjoy the coolness, while gently shaking the pu fan, while chatting softly, discussing tomorrow's trivial matters.

However, one thing is different.

Not far in front of Mom and Dad, a lively little boy struggled to climb up a small stool, trying to reach the green grapes on his fingertips, as she used to do when she was a child.

The mother looked at the little boy, smiled lovingly, and held a fan to beckon, "Brook, come down, wait for the grapes to ripen, grandma will pick them for you to eat." ”

"Grandpa picks. "The little boy is coquettish with a milky voice.

"Okay, grandpa will pick it for you. As he spoke, Dad really stood up, not at all as majestic as he did when Lan Danxi was a child, "Grandpa picked our creek, grandpa, I've never picked sour grapes for your Aunt Danxi." ”

"Xiaoxi is naughty again, what are you doing with your grandparents, little fellow?"

With the voice, the more calm ** Yong walked in.

**Yong is like a small pillar, Lan Danxi saw that he had a pure character, good understanding, and deliberate cultivation, becoming her right-hand man;

"Dad, Xiaoxi is very well-behaved," the little boy said with some apprehension, and quickly slipped down from the small stool, hid behind Grandma, shook Grandma's shoulder, and looked for shelter with a milky voice, "Grandma, you tell Dad that Xiaoxi is very well-behaved." ”

Looking at the smart little guy, everyone laughed together.

Dad beckoned ** Yong to sit down, and complained distressedly, "Hai Yong, you have been busy for a day, you don't have a good rest, what are you doing here?" Over the past few years, you have been taking care of us, and let Xiaoxi accompany us, we are content." ”

"Dad, Mom," ** Yong naturally shouted, "I am your son, I am Sister Danxi's younger brother, I should be filial to you." ”

"Old man, Hai Yong is right," the mother took over with a smile, "He is our son, he and Danxi are sisters and brothers, don't always say such outrageous things, how sad it is for the child to listen." ”

"Yes, the old woman is right," the furrow at the corner of Dad's eyes widened, "My son is here, I'll go and cut the watermelon that is shaking from the well." ”

......

Looking at the happy family of four in the yard, Fang'er's eyes were full of tears. She took a look at the familiar small courtyard again, glanced at the relatives in the courtyard, and then resolutely turned around and flew back with peace of mind. Fly to the shop on Wuhou Temple Street in Ningxian County, which is also her home, with her children and her husband, it is a place that makes her feel at ease for the rest of her life.