As soon as he entered the Hanging Flower Gate, Mo Lingfeng heard Cheng Ting's loud voice, mixed with laughter like a bell: "Look at my son's little single eyelid! This arm! This hand is strong! I'm going to be a great general in the future!"

The eldest brother of the Cheng family laughed "sneering": "Weasel is fragrant."

Several female relatives laughed, and the second brother of the Cheng family answered: "Hedgehog Kwa Erguang."

Cheng Ting was speechless, angry and annoyed, and shouted when he opened his mouth: "Mother! Look at the eldest brother and the second brother!"

Mrs. Cheng slapped the eldest brother of the Cheng family on the head: "Little rabbit cub! My grandson is in the way of you?"

The eldest brother said "ouch", covered his head and stood up: "Mother, don't do it, your son will rely on this head to eat, if it is broken-"

Mrs. Cheng turned her wrist: "Broken mother, supporting your family."

Seeing that he was about to be beaten again, the eldest brother ran out while begging for mercy: "I'll go and see if my father has come back!"

He stepped out of the threshold with one foot, and was just about to run wildly when he saw that Cheng Taishan and Mo Lingfeng had already climbed the stairs, hurriedly stopped his steps, tidied up his clothes, stood up straight, and arched his hand: "Dad, General Mo."

The laughter in the room came to an abrupt end.

Everyone hurriedly got up, quickly straightened their sideburns, and dusted off their clothes.

The eldest brother let him to the door, stretched out his hand to invite Cheng Taishan and Mo Lingfeng to enter, and there was a series of greetings in the house.

Cheng Ting was half-lying and half-sitting, his hands and feet did not move, and his eyes were directed towards Mo Leaf: "Leaf! Come on!"

Cheng Taishan raised his eyebrows: "You also called Leaf Wind?"

"Huh?" Cheng Ting cringed, "I can't be called Ah Yan, so my name is Ergou?"

He glanced down at the old yellow dog lying by the brazier, "It's okay—"

He looked at Cheng Taishan's clenched fists again, and hurriedly swallowed the rest of the words back: "Yes, my son will not dare to be disrespectful to General Mo in the future."

Cheng Taishan glanced at him like rotten wood: "Call Auntie."

"What?" Cheng Ting blinked his eyes vigorously, couldn't open his mouth, turned his head to look at Mrs. Cheng, and said vaguely, "Mother, she is still standing."

"What are you doing standing, sit down," Mrs. Cheng got up with a smile, walked to Mo Lingfeng's side, pulled her to sit down beside her, picked up the teacup and handed it to her, "This year's fresh osmanthus wine, you taste it, and I will send you two jars back."

She glared at Cheng Taishan: "As soon as you come, you can't hear the slightest laughter, you go ahead!"

Cheng Taishan was inconvenient to stage a full martial arts with his wife in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, so he could only hum two rough breaths from his nostrils, turning a blind eye to the black smoke miasma in front of him, and went to the study to hide quietly.

He was unwilling to be lonely, so he swept his eyes in the house and took away the eldest brother of the Cheng family.

As soon as Cheng Taishan left, even the master and his subordinates in the house quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and they had smiling faces, but with Mo Lingfeng here, they didn't dare to be too presumptuous, and they all sat down in a proper manner.

After Mo Lingfeng drank the osmanthus wine, he noticed the strangeness of the silence in the room, only Cheng Ting's loud voice was as noisy as usual, so he broke the silence, pointed to the table and asked, "Are you guys Guan Pu?"

The main house is not big, it is crowded, a set of square tables sit in front of Xu Huiran and her two sisters-in-law, plus the second brother of the Cheng family, around the table to play Guan Pu, the table is full of colorful heads, and there are Beijing dates, pine nuts, string peaches, Miyun persimmons, tangerine peel plums, and oranges on the flat long table behind the table.

The nurse sat behind Xu Huiran with Ah Yu in her arms and cheered her on.

Xu Huiran replied with a smile, "Yes, I lost all the money I brought to the second brother."

She turned around and touched her son's little hand, pulled out the golden hairpin on her head and put it on the table: "I'll fight again, three pure, three words."

Seeing this, the eldest sister-in-law and the second sister-in-law took the silver one after another, each with their own Bofa, and the maid and grandmother on the side also followed the master to place a small bet.

The second brother of the Cheng family turned his head and pinched his two-year-old girl's face, rolled up his sleeves, grabbed six copper coins, put his palms together, shook them a few times, and swung them on the table.

The punter's gaze almost burned through the table - it was the second brother who won again!

The second brother swept the colorful head on the table in front of him: "Girls are still stronger than pig boys, and some people don't even have a girl, what's the point."

Cheng Ting sat on the couch and breathed

He tilted his head and turned his head to look at Mo Lingfeng: "You go, destroy his majesty!"

Mrs. Cheng "clicked" and swallowed melon seeds: "Leaf, go, Bo is pure."

Mo Lingfeng finished eating the hawthorn sticks, patted off the icing on his hand, got up and walked over, Xu Huiran got up and asked her to sit, took her son from the hands of the grandmother, and sat next to Cheng Ting.

Mrs. Cheng instructed the maid to change the tea cup, and picked up a small plate of Mo Lingfeng's favorite candied fruit, and asked the maid to bring it over.

The subordinate left, Cheng Ting looked at his son with Xu Huiran's hand, and then at Mo Lingfeng, who took out the silver, and said in a low voice, "Auntie, Leaf has lost a lot of weight."

Mrs. Cheng saw Mo Lingfeng sitting there, with a sharp chin and a thin waist, and she was indeed very thin.

"It's hard work in the fortress," she sighed, "and you're tired."

She still has some words, which she can't say to her stupid son - if Mo Lingfeng wants to live and keep the family business left by Mo Qianlan, she can't stop, so she can't be so exhausted, how can she not be thin.

Cheng Ting said, "I think it's because of my uncle."

Mrs. Cheng stretched out her hand to scratch Ah Yan's chin: "It's been so long......

The rest of the words were drowned out by the sudden cheers, and Mo Lingfeng smiled and won the lottery from the second brother.

Mrs. Cheng whispered to Cheng Ting in this laughter: "Their brother and sister, one is gone, and the rest is like a lonely goose, today is the New Year, you keep her for a while."

"I know." Cheng Ting lowered his voice and replied, then shouted again, "Leaf Wind, win back what Hui Ran lost!"

Mo Lingfeng looked at him silently in a joyful mood, and only after a moment did he raise the corners of his mouth and smile: "Okay."

She stayed at Cheng's house until she was almost home, and Yin Nan followed her and brought back a cart of things.

She gave these things to her aunts, and ate a few mouthfuls of Chinese New Year's Eve dinner with her aunts, and after the hour, she returned to Changsuiju and sat by the window to blow the horn.

She blew out some messy tunes, and finally blew the little song that Mo Qianlan often sang, and after blowing it, she put down Xun, she thought to herself: "Brother, last night outside Hengshan, there was a Jin Yu who would sing this, I thought it was you, even if it was your ghost."

It turned out to be not.

Her disappointment and anger at that time were all condensed on the arrow.

She knew that Mo Qianlan was not alive and knew that she couldn't immerse herself in grief, but she often lost control.

It's like a disease, but there's no cure.

The hot tea around her cooled down, and the grandmother changed to a new tea, which became cold again, Mo Lingfeng remained motionless, and I don't know how long it took, Yin Nan walked over: "Wu Jin is here, wait outside the hospital."

Mo Lingfeng stretched out his hand to cover his face, rubbed it up and down twice, wiped his damp eyes, exhaled a long breath of trembling at the sound of firecrackers in the sky, got up and said, "Send two fireworks to the garden, let's release them too."

She fastened her cloak and walked towards Wu Jin.

Wu Jin stood under the old elm tree outside the long-term residence, with candlelight and tree shadows on his body, and a large and bright firework lit up in the sky, illuminating his soft face.

His eyebrows were elegant, his eyes were bright, and he looked at Mo Lingfeng - he understood everything, so he always appeared just right.