Chapter 3222 Little Old Mrs. Yang Returns to the West (1st update)
Yang Ruoqing hugged Baby Luo with one hand and patted her back gently with the other.
Telling the story of Chang'e flying to the moon in an extremely gentle voice...
On an autumn night, the cool breeze comes in through the screen window, carrying the fragrant fragrance of August osmanthus, in the dreamland , all have floral fragrance.
After telling a story, Yang Ruoqing lowered her eyes and looked at the little girl in her arms, who was sleeping soundly.
The long and fine eyelashes cover her face, her small and cute nose, and her pink petal-like lips are slightly raised upwards. She wears a satisfied smile in her sleep.
The fingertips gently caressed this childish little face, and gently stroked the child's fragmented bangs to one side.
Looking at the plump and smooth little forehead, to be honest, this child really took advantage of her and Luo Fengtang’s facial features to grow.
The outline is like Luo Fengtang, but the facial features are a little more like her, a mother-in-law. She moves like a rabbit, smart and playful, and a little domineering.
But when she is well-behaved, she is smart and sweet, especially when she is not making a fuss and sleeps holding her arm in her arms, she looks as quiet and pure as an angel, which makes people's hearts soften.
Looking at his daughter, no matter how much he looks at her, she never gets tired of looking at her, no matter how much she looks at her, no matter how much she likes her.
I’m afraid all mothers in the world think so.
Not only did she look at it, she couldn't help but want to kiss her little face.
Looking at the little arms and legs lying on the bed that have obviously become longer, I can’t help but sigh that life flies by so fast, as if I was holding him in my arms and drinking milk, and felt aggrieved while drinking milk. The sobbing little guy grew up into a big kid in the blink of an eye.
Yang Ruoqing kissed Luo Baobao's little face and hands a few times, not daring to kiss her more for fear of waking her up.
Baby, have a sweet dream. May there be fragrance of flowers and laughter in your dream.
Yang Ruoqing quietly got out of bed, put on a coat and sat in front of the desk.
The desk is placed by the window. When she likes to read or write, she can look up and see the bamboo outside the window.
Tonight, above the bamboo, there is a disk-like moon.
Yang Ruoqing looked at the moon outside the window, and suddenly she missed someone.
It has been more than half a year since I left home, and the last time I wrote back was a month ago. At that time, I had quietly gone north to the capital to meet the Holy Spirit, and asked to be escorted to Helanzhou.
It’s been a month and there are no letters from home.
Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I wonder where he is? What are you doing?
Have you eaten mooncakes? Have you ever drank osmanthus wine?
The weather is getting cooler. Has he changed into autumn clothes?
It had been a long time since she had cuddled up in his arms and talked. In the past six months, many things had happened at home, and she had accumulated a lot of words that she wanted to talk to him about.
I don’t know how many nights, she sat at the desk by the window like this tonight, with the white rice paper filled with detailed thoughts.
However, I can only put this longing back to the bottom of the drawer.
When he is doing important things outside, he needs to be escorted, to ensure the safety of the emperor, and to ensure his own safety.
We have to face countless traps and tricks, and we have to avoid countless open and hidden arrows.
As his wife, her responsibility is to stabilize his rear, take care of the elderly and children, hold up the family, and wait for his return.
She couldn't write to him casually, couldn't let her thoughts and concerns become his fetters, and couldn't distract him.
Tonight, the moon is full and people are not. May this bright moon send my love for you thousands of miles away.
No matter where you are, I hope everything goes well.
After the Mid-Autumn Festival, a few days later, little old Mrs. Yang passed away. The news spread throughout the village, and everyone in the village was in mourning.
I once thought that I had given birth to a promising son and made a lot of money outside. I was the first person in Changping Village to go out. I married a young lady from a wealthy family in the county and bought a family property in the town. ...
The string of things that were once enviable are now all spurned.
What if you are rich alone?
You have forgotten your roots, you are unfilial, you let your mother miss you at the last moment when she was on the hospital bed, and you did not rest in peace in the end. So what if you are sitting on a mountain of gold and silver?
"My grandma is so pitiful. When she left, she was still thinking about my uncle..."
In front of her, Yang Ruolan held her little girl in her arms and was sobbing while talking about the last few days of the little old Mrs. Yang's life. Something about heaven.
The little girl was sitting on her lap, holding a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake given by her aunt Yang Ruoqing and eating it with gusto, completely unaware of her mother's sadness.
Yang Ruoqing handed over a handkerchief and asked Yang Ruolan to wipe the tears from her cheeks.
Yang Ruolan then whispered: "When my grandmother was dying, I was the only one beside me,"
"My grandma took my hand and told me that she was going to find my mother." The beggar may be my uncle who is on the run. He doesn't dare to ask us to take him in, so he throws two steamed buns at least..."
"My grandma still can't let go of my talented cousin, saying that he is my father. He is ruthless, his mother is unrighteous, and his daughter-in-law, Xiao Lin, doesn’t even care about our relationship.” , otherwise, she will not be able to rest in peace..."
"Qing'er, from now on, I will be like you, there will be no Ga Po..."
When Yang Ruolan talked about the sad part, sadness came from her heart and she started crying.
Yang Ruoqing patted Yang Ruolan's back gently. She completely understood this feeling.
Although she has grandmother Tan, in a big family like Lao Yang's family, Tan favors sons over daughters and is a cold-tempered person.
So these granddaughters have received almost no warmth and care from this blood-related grandmother since they were young. Some of them only received beatings, scoldings and supercilious looks.
Yang Ruoqing was even almost sold to a slave by Tan...
The two cousins, Yang Ruoqing and Yang Ruolan, are surprisingly similar in this regard. They both have a good mother-in-law who loves them very much.
Needless to say, Mrs. Sun, Yang Ruoqing can’t help crying when she recalls the past.
And the little old Mrs. Yang's love for Yang Ruolan is also sincere.
Little old Mrs. Yang gave the white-haired woman to the black-haired woman. When her daughter died, little old Mrs. Yang was so sad that she almost followed her.
The two siblings, Yang Ruolan and Yang Yongbai, who lost their mother, relied on the help of Grandma Gagong for most of that time. However, Yang Ruolan later became ignorant and went astray, running to help others. Risong became a concubine that day, and was eventually targeted by the poisonous woman Qian brought back by Yang Hualin, who together with Wangfu humiliated Yang Ruolan...
No matter before or after, the little old Mrs. Yang loved Yang Ruolan very much. After Yang Ruolan became sensible, lived a down-to-earth life, and began to repay this good lady.
It’s just that good people don’t live long. Within a few years, Ga Po passed away.
“My grandma died in the early hours of this morning. At that time, her eyes could not be closed. It took me a while to finally close her eyelids. My grandma was unwilling to do so. Ah, I can't let go..."
Listening to Yang Ruolan's whimpering and crying, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but think of her grandma.
(End of this chapter)