"She is different from all the women I have seen, my grandmother can be described as a generation of heroes, excellent sword dance, waving poetry, turning hands is rain, can be described as infinite scenery, but she finally attached herself to the man to live, after the death of her grandfather, it seemed powerless, she was a weak woman who lacked love after all, and her cousin and daughter-in-law were different, she was tenacious inside, soft on the surface, like a pool of water, tranquil and quiet, and like a spring rushing out of the mountains, inclined down, with a sense of publicity, she can be soft and strong, just make up for the fortitude of A Feng, Such a woman can't help but fall in love. Fu Changqing sighed with emotion, his tone was low, and he occasionally glanced back at Mo Wuru, and found that his eyes were empty, and his thoughts were flying out of the sky, he retracted his gaze with some self-deprecation, and continued to stare at the glass of wine, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, Mo Ruthless Qingqing's cold voice came, and he said slowly.

"Even if you are in love, she is the only one in the world, she only belongs to Ah Feng, and she loves Ah Feng, so you don't want to get involved."

"What nonsense are you talking about, how can I worry about Ah Feng's daughter-in-law, I'm just sighing." Fu Changqing was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile.

"It's not the best, don't make a mess of brotherhood, let the woman bear the infamy of the country and the people in vain, this is blasphemy against her." Mo ruthlessly roams the rivers and lakes all year round, and after listening to these gossips too much, he gets a little bored, so many losers always attribute their mistakes to women to cover up his incompetence.

"You haven't eaten much and drank too much, you're drunk, eat some melon seeds, it's thirty tonight, you have to accompany me to keep the New Year." Fu Changqing's crying and laughing voice intermittently spread to the next room, and Leng Chopping Wind took off Lin Qianxun's shoes, and then took off the coat that was in the way, put her legs in his arms, and gently massaged her.

"I see you've lost weight recently, isn't it a child?" Leng Shufeng looked at Lin Qianxun's face gently, the flesh on his cheeks seemed to be less than a few days ago, and even his arms were thinner, but his legs seemed to be swollen, and a dimple would appear when he touched it lightly, and it would take a long time to return to his original state.

"I'm fine, the food is normal, the child eats a lot in the belly, I now have a mouth, supporting a family of three, so I have some mental equipment, but I am in good health, Ah Feng, you remember to name the child, whether it is a boy or a girl, I don't have much experience now, and my brother is named a waste, you just think about it for the child, go a few more." Lin Qianxun's words came to her mouth, and she was quickly swallowed back by herself, she smiled and reached out to cover the back of Leng Qifeng's hand, his hand was hot, with a bit of tightness and width, her hand couldn't cover it when she put it up, looking at the different skin tones of the two, Lin Qianxun reminded with a smile.

"I think about it, go to sleep when you're tired, I'll accompany you." Leng Chopfeng saw that Lin Qianxun's eyes were fighting, and he had to force himself to talk about flowers, his heart throbbed badly, so he hurriedly spoke.

"Okay, I can't hold it anymore, you go, I'll sleep by myself." Lin Qianxun yawned as she spoke, her eyes were hazy with tears, small tears oozed from the corners of her eyes, she was exceptionally soft and gentle, and after Leng Qifeng helped her lie down, covered with the quilt, and waited for a while When he heard Lin Qianxun's steady breathing, he walked out with confidence.

Carefully kicked his feet and walked out, and when he arrived next door, there was little charcoal in the charcoal basin in the house The two men were lying on the table, with melon seeds scattered indiscriminately in their hands, Fu Changqing's eyes were dense, and his cheeks were red But he didn't fall asleep, but he was still talking to Mo Wuxi, who was squinting slightly and looking for wine to drink.

"Tell me who your sweetheart." There was a bit of agitation in the voice.

"She, is a little colt on the prairie, slender, but full of strength, I was a big cut off when I raced with her, I remember that the sunset on the prairie burned half of the sky, the sunset was as bright as her pink and ruddy cheeks, moving and beautiful, and the black braids, when the wind blows, the beauty is like the ink under my hand, but unfortunately her soul is now in the sky, never to my dreams again, I don't know if she lived well in the sky, did you remember the scene when we were attached to each other and warmed each other." Mo ruthless's voice was a little bitter, recalling the past, and the corner of his eye involuntarily left a line of thunder, everyone is a manly man, bleeding without tears, but unfortunately no one knows, it is not to the sad place.

"Your girl lives in your heart and accompanies you from afar, so you can't live up to her kindness, let's find another kind person and live a good life." Fu Changqing burped, tilted his head, and after a pause, he opened his mouth to comfort.

"There is no woman who can compare with her, there is no woman who is as lively as her, there is no woman who is as kind as her, there is no woman who can be as empathetic as her, I don't need other women, I just want my girl." Mo was ruthless and stubborn, and Fu Changqing rushed to the side with a little childishness.

"Okay, your girl is the best, do you want to hold the memories for the rest of your life?" Fu Changqing took the wine jug and felt that it was enjoyable to drink like this, so he poured it directly into his mouth, and when he shook, the wine spilled on the collar and wet the new clothes, but he didn't know it at all, and he was still persuading himself to make peace.

"You know what, how could I forget." Suddenly, Mo ruthlessly knocked over the wine jug in Fu Changqing's hand, the wine jug fell off Fu Changqing's hand, and then fell to the ground, shattering with a hula, accompanied by his ruthless and cold roar.

"What are you doing, my wine." Fu Changqing was obviously stunned, he looked at Mo Wuru with a painful face, and then those misty eyes suddenly froze, and after a long time, he was excited, looking at the broken wine jug on the ground, and the mellow wine in the air, he shouted.

Leng Chofeng was afraid that the two would fight in the Chinese New Year's Eve, so he had to speak out.

"I've only been away for a while, and you've been drinking like this, it's been a long time since you've seen wine."

"Ah Feng, I'm so bitter in my heart." Mo ruthlessly turned his head to see the cold chopping wind with a smile on his face, and suddenly staggered to his feet, stretched out his hand on his shoulder, and couldn't stop wailing in his mouth.

"Ah Feng, I'm so bitter, alas, my wine." Fu Changqing was half like the madman, stepped forward, and hugged Leng Qifeng's shoulder on the other side.

The operation of the two caught him off guard, and he helplessly stretched out his hand on the backs of the two of them, and said while patting.

"If you have something to say, stand tired and panicked, and if you are bitter in your heart, you will say, if you want wine, I will bring it to you."

The children who were playing outside heard the movement, and when they came to see it secretly, they were frightened by Buck's knife and scattered now, no one in this world is not bitter, some people are for love, some people are for livelihood, and some people are for the future, and some people are for the world, in short, everyone is very bitter.

Later, Leng Shufeng said that the two of them coaxed on the kang, and then covered the quilt, sat on the kang on the side, and listened to the two of them talking nonsense, Leng Zhanfeng rubbed his face with both hands, so that he could be more energetic, turned his head to look at the two, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

It is estimated that tomorrow when he talks about their troubles, he will definitely die, and he sits on the side of the kang and guards them until they fall asleep completely.

Dayu Kyoto Ho City, inside the Imperial Palace.

The lights were bright, and the banquet in the palace had just dispersed, and Helenman sat on the edge of his bed, looked at the dancing flames, and turned his head to ask.

"What's the news lately?"

Yueda, who was standing behind him, hurriedly came back to his senses, staring at Helianman's upright, straight, solid and powerful back.

"That woman is pregnant, there are three times a day to go out, there is a young man with an indifferent look next to her, the young man looks not very old, but he can refuse the altar, he is good at martial arts, it is difficult for ordinary people to get close, so it is a little difficult to kidnap the woman."

Helenman was most of his body in the light, and Yueda couldn't see his expression clearly behind him, so Helianman nodded thoughtfully.

"Continue to follow, after all, she is pregnant with a child, and her movement is somewhat inconvenient, find a suitable opportunity to tie it up, but don't hurt the child in her belly."

"Yes," Yue Da replied, no one knew Helenman's true psychology, he was dreaming all the time, the woman in the dream was wearing a bohemian dress, a high belly, and a sunhat, such a dress was novel and good-looking, but after all, he couldn't see the woman's face clearly, so he was very confused, so he was even more curious about Lin Qianxun.

It was dark and dreary outside, there were not even a few stars, the wind in the wilderness was blowing, and the husband rang the watch, Xiao Qian stood in the yard, lit three fireworks, and the fireworks swished a few times and flew into the sky, and then exploded in the air.

In the dark night, it was lit up by fireworks again, Lin Qianxun didn't know what to do, she just instinctively went to the heat source next to her, after washing in the cold chopping wind, she stripped off and put on the kang, and lay outside, the silky silk was covered Lin Qianxun's belly, and it was estimated that half of her body was suppressed, she frowned irritably in her sleep, and then a fair-skinned slender leg naturally rested on the cold chopping belly, thinking that this position was very comfortable, she was slightly irritable and her brows were soothed, and her breathing was much more stable.

"Sleep is still so dishonest, I wonder if the child will be like this in the future?" Leng Chopfeng was accustomed to Lin Qianxun's sleeping position, if there were 10,000 without her legs, he would be unstable, he sometimes scolded himself self-deprecatingly.

This year's Spring Festival is extraordinary, fulfilling, with children and wives, if you can have a good ending with Dayu next year, it will be the icing on the cake.

The crowing rooster still got up early, jumped up on the wall, stretched his neck, and let out a loud crow from his throat.

Leng Chofeng got up, his iron time to get up has been retained for many years, plus today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, the new year, to set off firecrackers, it is estimated that the children's play last night, there are not many people who got up in the morning, he got up quietly, and then pushed the door away.

A cold wind carried the fragrance of cold plum into his lungs, and the cold chopping wind was so comfortable that he swayed all over his body, and then he raised his hand, took a beautiful breath, and then went down the steps.