"My mother, but I have waited for him for more than 20 years, for him, I have never married, and I am alone."

Yang Ruoqing looked at Luo Fengtang in a daze, listening to what he said, and her mood became solemn.

Yes, you can't blame Luo Fengtang for complaining about his father who he has never met, and he won't forgive him easily if he were himself.

How many twenty years is there for a woman?

The best time in life was spent waiting and lonely, as well as the torment of looking for his son.

Again and again, again and again, disappointed.

"Tang Yanzi, this is the grievance of the older generation, let's be the younger generation, let's not mix too much." Yang Ruoqing persuaded.

"If, I mean, suppose, suppose one day your own father comes back."

"To admit it, or not to admit it, we have to respect your mother's meaning." She said again.

Luo Fengtang frowned, looking entangled.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and gently stretched out his frowning brows.

"Well, it's too early to say that. Right now, the most important thing for us is to go to bed quickly, otherwise we won't have the strength to pick your adoptive father's grave tomorrow. She urged.

Luo Fengtang nodded lightly, pulled the quilt, and the two hugged each other and fell asleep.

……

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village.

It's another year of Qingming Festival, and the weather was originally fine, but in the past two days, there was suddenly a thin rain.

I don't know if God is also pitying the world's remembrance of the deceased, the misty rain falls on the hair and clothes.

Between heaven and earth, there was suddenly a faint sadness.

After breakfast, the blacksmith Luo came over and discussed with Luo Fengtang in the hall about going up the mountain to burn incense and pick up the grave.

Yang Ruoqing and her aunt Wang Cuilian were preparing offerings to the ancestors of the old Luo family in the stove room.

Rice dumplings, braised fatty meat, red dates, pastries, and a pot of cloudy wine.

When everything was ready, Yang Ruoqing went back to the house to change a pair of shoes, brought a few coats and hats and handed them to Luo Blacksmith and Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang was surprised to see that Yang Ruoqing was also wearing a hat.

"The weather is bad, so you won't go this year, right?" He said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Once a year, rain or shine. ”

Luo Fengtang's eyes showed a gleam of gratitude, and he nodded vigorously.

When the Luo blacksmith on the side heard this, he also secretly appreciated that this was really the good daughter-in-law of the old Luo family.

Wang Cuilian also wanted to go, but was stopped by Blacksmith Luo.

"Your waist flashed two days ago, but you still go, climb a mountain or something, and it will be serious again." The man said.

Wang Cuilian said: "Qing'er is a junior, she will go, and I, an elder, will go, otherwise it will be too rude, and the ancestors will blame her." ”

Luo Blacksmith said: "The ancestors of our old Luo family are all reasonable and will not blame. ”

Yang Ruoqing also said: "Auntie, my mother-in-law is not in good health these days, and I have to leave you at home with the baby, so don't go." ”

"Ancestor, I'll explain it to you." She said.

Wang Cuilian said gratefully: "Qing'er, help me kowtow a few more times." ”

Yang Ruoqing said, "It's good, aunt rest assured." ”

Wang Cuilian said: "Then you can go, leave the baby at home to me, don't worry." ”

……

In the Mianniu Mountain behind the village, although there is rain in the sky, it can't stop the enthusiasm of the big guys to go up the mountain to sweep the tomb.

In this era, tradition is very respectful.

Whether it is a dignitary or a peddler's pawn.

Every year during the Qingming Festival, the tombs of the ancestors will be swept away.

The imperial court, the government, the school, and the shops and restaurants of all walks of life on the street will be closed for a day.

Look, Mu Zichuan, the tanhualang who didn't even come back for the New Year, also rushed back from the capital with his mother, Widow Liu.

When I was resting in the open area on the top of a mountain, I happened to meet Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang.

"Hey, isn't that Zichuan?"

Yang Ruoqing unscrewed the kettle she brought, and was about to drink water, when she suddenly saw a person walking up from under the hillside.

The eyebrows are picturesque, elegant and handsome.

Dressed in green clothes on him, he actually wore a sense of immediacy like a fairy.

Following her guidance, Luo Fengtang also saw it.

"It's really Zichuan!" Luo Fengtang said, and the two of them quickly got up and walked over there quickly.

"Zichuan, I heard the laundry girls in the pond say that you were coming back in the morning, I thought they were guessing, but I didn't expect you to really come back?" Yang Ruoqing took the lead in greeting Mu Zichuan.

Mu Zichuan climbed this hillside and his breath was slightly chaotic, but when he saw Yang Ruoqing standing in front of him at this moment, he took a deep breath and forced himself to breathe steadily.

"Qing'er, Brother Fengtang, Zichuan is polite."

He shook his sleeves, clenched his hands into fists, and made a gesture towards the two people in front of him.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned, and glanced at Luo Fengtang, and she saw the same thing in his eyes.

She laughed.

Raising her hand and patting Mu Zichuan's arm, she said, "Hey, I said Zichuan, let's be together, don't use the etiquette outside, right?" It's sour, and it makes me feel uncomfortable. ”

Mu Zichuan was stunned, then lowered his hands and smiled a little embarrassed.

"Get used to it......" he said.

Luo Fengtang smiled honestly and said to Mu Zichuan: "It's okay, it's okay, you can do whatever you like." ”

"By the way, Zichuan, when did you come back?" Luo Fengtang asked again.

Mu Zichuan said: "I left a month ago, and I arrived in the village early this morning. ”

Luo Fengtang said: "Then you also made a special trip back to sweep the tomb?" ”

Mu Zichuan nodded, and glanced at the direction of the ancestral tomb of the old Mu family, with a trace of remembrance and sorrow in his eyes.

"Yes." He said in a deep voice.

"Last year's New Year, I couldn't spare time to return to my hometown to worship my ancestors because of my busy official duties, I am really ashamed to be the son and grandson of the people, this trip is a special trip back to my hometown to sweep the tomb, I hope that the ancestors, as well as my deceased father, can forgive me for this unfilial descendant under the nine springs."

Seeing his sad and self-reproachful expression, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang looked at each other again.

I was really worried that he would cry on the spot.

Yang Ruoqing hurriedly changed the topic: "What, Zichuan, you're back, what about my godmother?" Is she back? ”

Although at the strong request of Widow Liu, she has been recognized as a godmother.

However, when facing Mu Zichuan, Yang Ruoqing really couldn't shout the sentence 'god brother'.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Mu Zichuan also straightened out his grief and said, "I originally wanted to keep my mother to stay in the capital for a while longer, but my mother insisted on coming back. ”

Yang Ruoqing was happy.

"Godmother is back? That's good, that's good, I'll go to see her when I'm done sweeping the tomb! She said.

Mu Zichuan smiled lightly: "It's rare that you have this heart, here, I will thank you for my mother first." ”

He made a gesture, and was about to make a gesture, but Yang Ruoqing lifted his arm.