Fengying lived in Mu Danyang's house for two years, and in a blink of an eye it was the end of the year, summer went to winter, and the snow was full of Chang'an, which was the season when all things were killed, but the imperial capital was unusually happy and lively. twenty-four, sweep the house; Twenty-five, grinding tofu; Twenty-six, stewed mutton; Twenty-seven, slaughter the rooster; Twenty-eighth, put the face hair; Twenty-nine, steamed steamed buns; Thirty nights and one night; This day is the 24th, Mu Danyang's house naturally has to be renovated, the street shop that sells burritos does not occupy much area, and it is not very troublesome, but it has been cleaned in a moment. However, my house occupies a large area, and there are few servants, so it is quite difficult to clean.

Feng Ying got up early this day, stepped on the snow and came to the shop to clean up, now he is Mu Danyang's righteous son, and he usually calls Xin Mu his father and mother. It turned out that Xin Qianche was worried that Fengying's exile here was fraudulent at first, and he refused to accept him as a righteous son immediately, so he first summoned him as a partner on the grounds of lack of people in the store, and paid attention to it for half a year, seeing that there was nothing unusual, coupled with Mu Danyang's repeated pleas, he finally recognized him as a righteous son. Feng Ying Chuming and the two of them spoke, they were happy again and again, their only son died early, and they have always had regrets, and now they suddenly have more sons under their knees, and they are also very happy. Feng Ying was young, and during the day he followed the store to do some small work of handing firewood and vegetables, and at night he followed Mu Danyang to learn words and read, and gradually forgot the events of that year. Before you know it, it's the end of the year.

Although the shop is small, it also took Xiao Fengying a morning, but fortunately, the snow is cold and the clothes are thick, and the work is half loud, only to feel warm all over the body, and not sweating much. It just took a lot of time, thinking about my father and mother, and without resting, I hurriedly locked the door of the store and ran home.

When I got home, it was already noon, Mu Danyang had already prepared lunch, the family of three talked and laughed, and arranged the plan for the afternoon while eating, the main and auxiliary roof door beams had been cleaned in the morning, only the corners of the house and the outside of the house had not been cleaned. Mu Danyang felt sorry for Fengying, thinking that after all, it was a cold winter, and he couldn't bear to let him clean the courtyard, so he handed over the light work in the house to him, and he and Xin Qianche went to clean the outside. Bong Young didn't know what he meant, but he happily agreed.

Although it was the middle of winter, and there was no snow enough, the sun was still hanging high, and the reflection of the snow shone on the body, but it was warm and cold. Mu Danyang and Xin Qianche cleaned the courtyard for a long time, but the two of them were already sweating slightly, Mu Danyang took a handkerchief and looked up to wipe the sweat for Xin Qianche. The two looked at each other and smiled, but they didn't speak, there was a tacit understanding in the silence, and there was a warmth in their eyes. Xin Qianche looked at his wife, with infinite tenderness in his eyes and a thousand gratitude in his heart. He went back and forth on the battlefield, he was not good at words, and now he didn't know how to express himself when he looked at his wife, but he just looked at his wife and smiled. Mu Danyang's eyes are also affectionate, and he seems to be ashamed. Although the two are husband and wife, now you and I look like young men and women who have just fallen in love.

Xin Qianche put down the broom, held Mu Danyang's hands, and was about to speak and pour out his heart. Unexpectedly, Bong Ying suddenly ran out of the house with cheers. It turned out that there was nothing dirty in the house, so Bong Ying took a feather duster, dusted it left and right, and cleaned it after a while. ran out and showed off around his father and mother: "Feng Ying is done, Feng Ying is done." ”

The two wanted to warm up for a while, but at this time they were slightly embarrassed, Mu Danyang gently broke away from Xin Qianche's hand, stroked Feng Ying's small brain and said with a smile: "Feng Ying is really good, can Feng Ying clean the room of his father and mother?" Daddy and mom are so tired, do you want to take a break? Feng Ying nodded vigorously and said, "Okay, good father, mother, kiss you, have a good rest, and when I finish cleaning the house, I will come out to help you" said and ran into the back room in a hurry. Mu Xin and the two looked at each other and smiled, Xin Qianche took Mu Danyang's hand and said, "Danyang, it's hard for you all these years, if it weren't for you, I really don't know what I should do." Mu Danyang looked at him with affectionate eyes and said: "It's all over, what are you mentioning him for, as long as our family of three is happy and safe, who is the king and who is the king, what does it matter?" Xin Qianche sighed: "Yes, people are old, and their hearts are light, and they no longer think about the matter of splitting the territory and sealing the territory, and the auxiliary monarch chasing the deer, but when I think of the things of the year, I still feel unwilling, if it was that day..." Mu Danyang shook his head, signaling that he didn't have to say it anymore, and said softly: "You know, no matter who dies, I will be sad, since it has passed, I regret it and can't change it." As he spoke, he gently snuggled on Xin Qianche's chest. Xin Qianche hugged her gently and said slowly: "I understand what you said, but I didn't expect it... Alas, I'm just heartbroken, why, even you won't let go? After all, that's yours ... Alas..."The corners of Mu Danyang's eyes were slightly moist, and he still said softly: "It's okay like this, but it's quiet, don't talk about it." Xin Qianche said 'um' and said no more, just hugged his wife and looked at the pine branches outside the wall. I only feel that my ambition is soaring, and now it is empty, but it is also quiet, and it is also quiet. Looking down at his wife again, although the red face is slightly older, the charm is still there, the beauty reflects the snow, and it looks more and more delicate, and he can't help but feel a flutter, so he kisses his wife on the cheek.

Xin Qianche and Mu Danyang wanted to talk to each other, and they were warm and warm, but Feng Ying shouted and ran out again, but he was holding a heavy object in both hands, and his body was not very flexible, but he was still very lively. Xin Mu and the others were startled, and then let go of their arms, looking slightly embarrassed. Looking at the things that Feng Ying was holding, it turned out to be the ancient wood carving of the long sword, which was very good-looking. It turned out that Feng Ying was cleaning in his father's house, the child was curious, and couldn't help but turn over the box and turn the cabinet upside down, and after a while, he turned out this long sword in a big box under the bed, and at the same time turned out a little letter, Feng Ying saw this sword and was curious, and did not pay attention to anything else, so he stuffed the letter back into the box, only took the ancient sword out, but unexpectedly, this sword is amazingly heavy, although Feng Ying is young, but it will never be so difficult, but Feng Ying is naïve, and he has not thought much about it, So he took the sword and ran out to ask his father.

When Mu Danyang saw this sword, his face changed slightly, and he turned to look at his husband. Xin Qianche didn't care, but he was slightly surprised that Xiao Fengying could actually hold this sword, and he didn't think much about it. He knew that his wife had some scruples, so he said: "Now that we are all a family, it is good to let him know." Saying that, he took the sword from Fengying's hand and said, "Ying'er, is it okay for Daddy to tell you the story of this sword?" As soon as Feng Ying heard that he wanted to tell a story, he nodded and said, "Okay, daddy, you say." As he spoke, he brought over two benches for Xin Mu and the two to sit on, squatting on the side, waiting for his father to tell a story with an expectant face.