Although it was the night when they got home, it was almost time for everyone in the village to go to bed.

However, Yang Huazhong, Sun, Blacksmith Luo, and the family members of the members of the transport team all rushed over.

In the hall of Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang's house, the lights were bright and crowded.

The men helped unload the wagons from the south, and sent them to the backyard storeroom for safekeeping.

The women hugged Tuoba Xian and Luo Baobao, etc., shushing the cold and asking for warmth.

Yang Ruoqing asked Chang Geng to find an opportunity to tell Yang Huazhong and the Sun family about what happened in the south this time, about Luo Fengtang and about Chen'er......

On the women's side, she also said hello.

turned around and told the people in the village, as well as the old Yang family.

In order to cooperate with the treatment, the big guy should not mention Chen'er in front of Luo Fengtang during this time.

In the backyard stove room, the Sun family and the eldest Sun family still stick to the pot table.

No matter how noisy the front yard is, a mother's heart will always be the most concerned about one thing.

That is, the children who have returned from thousands of miles away are still hungry, and they have to fill their stomachs first if they have anything to say or do.

Yang Ruoqing didn't find Sun in the crowd, so she went straight to the stove room to find her, and she was really here.

"Mother, aunt."

She walked in and called.

Sun turned his head and saw that it was her, and quickly nodded in response.

"After driving for so long, why don't you rest in the front yard? What are you doing here? Sun asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "I want to come over to accompany my wife." ”

Hearing this, Sun's face also showed a relieved smile, but then when she thought of Chen'er, the woman couldn't laugh and sighed.

"Poor Chen'er, I don't know where I went......"

"Qing'er Niang!"

The eldest grandson who was stuffing chai he under the stove hurriedly cut off Sun's words.

"What did I tell you earlier? Chen'er didn't find it, and Qing'er was more anxious than any of us. ”

"This trip to Nanban, she and Tang Lingzi escaped death, and Tang Lingzi is still like this, let's stop talking to Qing'er."

"I still believe in that sentence, Chen'er, he is destined to be an extraordinary child, I can't guarantee that he will leave our side this time, it is God who wants to give him other creations and opportunities!"

"Let's just calm down and wait, I believe Chen'er will definitely come back!"

Da Sun's optimistic and positive words not only made Sun listen a lot more comfortably, but even Yang Ruoqing was a little more energetic.

"Yes, I also agree with my aunt's words, my family Chen'er will definitely come back." Yang Ruoqing said.

Sun also nodded, "Well, I believe it too." ”

The atmosphere in the stove room is finally a little better.

Yang Ruoqing came to the pot, "Mother, I'll stir-fry,"

Sun said: "No need, mother, you can just stand and watch." ”

Yang Ruoqing was not reluctant, standing aside and watching Sun's cooking.

The convoy didn't eat, and Sun was cooking and cooking to treat the big guys.

Yang Ruoqing found that most of these dishes were her favorite food.

"Qing'er, this time you're home, let's wash off those things on your face quickly,"

At the mouth of the stove, Da Sun's voice came again.

"Sensei said that you are uncomfortable sticking to your face, and I am also an eyesore when I look at it!" Da Sun said again.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head to look at the eldest grandson, and raised her hand to touch her cheek.

"Huh? Is it really an eyesore? She asked.

Da Sun nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

A clear and beautiful voice sounded from behind him, and someone recited limericks and entered the stove room.

As soon as the goddess of the back turned around, she scared the old scalper by the river to death. Sister, you better wash it off, it's really not good-looking! ”

Yang Ruoqing turned around and saw that it was Da'an who came in, still holding Luo Baobao in his arms.

Yang Ruoqing glared at Da'an: "Classmate Yang Yongan, you are not bad at doing this limerick, what have you done to your sister and me!" ”

Da An smiled and said to Luo Baobao in his arms: "Look, my sister is angry, can you stop her?" ”

Luo Baobao opened a pair of bright big eyes, obviously not understanding what the eldest uncle was saying.

Yang Ruoqing turned her eyes and said to Luo Baobao: "Baby, your uncle said that you are rare, let you give him a incense!" ”

Luo Baobao understood.

Stretched out a pair of fleshy little hands to hold Da'an's face, and the drooling little mouth gnawed wildly on his handsome face.

The kiss came too suddenly, and the momentum was so fierce that Daan was stunned.

When Luo Baobao was fragrant enough, he finally moved his little mouth away, and Da'an's face was undoubtedly a mask.

"Hahaha, ask you to make limericks to hurt me, this is your reward!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled, stretched out her hand to take Luo Baobao, and handed Da'an a handkerchief.

Da An took the handkerchief and gently wiped it on his face elegantly, his eyes were full of smiles, and he didn't dislike it at all.

"Uncle likes this reward." Da'an Road.

I have such a handsome face, I have never been kissed by a girl like this.

Hehe, this little niece is really as tough as the old lady.

"Da'an, where's your brother-in-law?" Yang Ruoqing then asked Da'an.

Da'an said: "When I came over with the baby, I saw my brother-in-law walking around the yard alone, touching it in the east and looking in the west. ”

Yang Ruoqing nodded secretly, he was probably familiar with the environment, let him go.

After eating the night dinner made by Sun, everyone dispersed, and Yang Ruoqing returned to the small courtyard of herself and Luo Fengtang in the backyard.

She first entered the West House, and saw Tuoba Xian gently pushing the cradle, and in the cradle, Luo Baobao's eyes were half-squinted, looking like he was about to sleep.

"You go to sleep, don't disturb her."

Tuoba Xian whispered to Yang Ruoqing and waved her hand.

Yang Ruoqing will understand, but don't dare to provoke your little ancestor in the cradle, and when it will make a fuss, everyone will not want to sleep.

So she quietly withdrew from the Westinghouse and returned to her bedroom opposite.

In the room, Luo Fengtang was standing in front of the row of vertical wardrobes, one hand hanging by his side, and the other hand was raised and gently caressing the wooden door of the wardrobe.

Tilting his head slightly, frowning slightly, his eyes were slightly dense, and the whole person seemed to be quietly tracing something......

Yang Ruoqing stopped in place, not knowing whether to step forward or not, could he be about to think of something, and he would disturb him?

Immediately, however, he lowered his hand, turned around, and looked at her standing at the door.

"Qing'er, you're back." He smiled and greeted her.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, turned around and closed the door, and walked towards him.

"What are you looking at?" She asked curiously.

Luo Fengtang looked at her, and there were some complicated things in his eyes.

"Everything here feels familiar to me." He said.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned, and then hooked the corners of her lips.

"Fool, this is your own room, of course familiar." She said.