Xiao Yaxue nodded, "Yes, you said that time is the best medicine to cure everything!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Well, time is also a pig-killing knife, crack, crack!"

The two of them chatted and played for a while and went to bed.

In the dark night, Xiao Yaxue, who was in the same bed, had already breathed evenly and deeply, but Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes.

What is Tang Yazi doing on such a night?

Half of the first lunar month has passed, and there is still one month left for the child to give birth.

Can he come back?

Can it be?

...

On the 18th day of the first lunar month, Mu Zichuan returned to Beijing.

"I still can't shout it out..."

On the side of the big road at the entrance of the village, Mu Zichuan lowered his head and his reluctant gaze fell on Yang Ruoqing in front of him.

"I'd better call you Qing'er, okay?" he asked softly.

Yang Ruoqing raised her head, her bright eyes filled with smiles.

"Well, whatever you want to call me is done. Let me call you brother, haha, to be honest, I can't shout it out!"

"We're still the same as before, and we can just treat each other as brother and sister in our hearts!"

She pretended to be relaxed.

He also nodded with a smile, and the smile on his lips was squeezed out at first glance, so bitter...

Yang Ruoqing turned her head, unable to bear to see it, nor did she want to see it.

What can I do after watching it?

Not far away, two carriages were parked.

Widow Liu and Yang Huazhong were putting the luggage and bags that Mu Zichuan wanted to bring on this trip in the carriage behind.

It is probably clothes for the four seasons, local specialties in this family, and the Chinese New Year’s cured food and so on.

Yang Ruoqing also asked him to bring some things to Zhang Liangyu and Wan Qingchun.

"Qing'er, can you send me a ride?" Mu Zichuan asked suddenly.

"ah?"

Yang Ruoqing came to her senses and looked at him in confusion.

Mu Zichuan seemed to have plucked up a lot of courage, "Why did my mother and you agree to being a relative? I actually understand your intentions in my heart."

"I know it's time to cut off some thoughts."

"Although I'm unwilling to accept it and don't want to, I will eventually cut it off... It's good for everyone."

He whispered, with a handsome face, haggard and painful.

It can be seen that he has been in a bad life these days.

"Since you understand, why do you still have to send you a ride?" she asked.

Mu Zichuan said: "For the last time, I just regard it as my last obsession. When I go, I will treat you sincerely like my sister. OK?"

He begged.

Seeing this, Yang Ruoqing was a little confused.

At this moment, Widow Liu and Yang Huazhong both came over.

"Zichuan, everything is ready and you can set off at any time." Yang Huazhong said with a smile.

The daughter recognized Widow Liu as her godmother, and the two families would become their own family members in the future. Yang Huazhong was very happy.

But Mu Zichuan said to Yang Huazhong: "Uncle San, I want Qing'er to send me a ride. I have some things, I want to tell her alone, please help me."

When Yang Huazhong heard Mu Zichuan's words, he was stunned.

Yang Ruoqing was also stunned, and Widow Liu next to her was also a little surprised.

"Uncle San, mom, don't worry, I know what I should do and what I shouldn't do." Mu Zichuan continued.

"I just have a few words and want to say it to Qing'er. If I don't let me say it, my knot will not be untied."

"Even if I walk to the horizon, I can't jump out of this vicious circle. Please help the two elders..."

Mu Zichuan said again, brushing his robe on his body and pretending to kneel down.

He grabbed him with one hand and turned his head to see that it was Yang Ruoqing.

"Qinger..."

"Don't make things difficult for elders, let's go, I'll walk with you for a while..."

After saying this, Yang Ruoqing took the lead and walked out.

Behind him, Mu Zichuan was surprised, and a hint of ecstasy flashed through his eyes.

Then, he said to Yang Huazhong and Widow Liu, and quickly chased after him.

Behind him, Yang Huazhong and Widow Liu looked at each other.

Widow Liu sighed: "My stupid son, when will it take to get out of this horny horn?"

Yang Huazhong said: "Zichuan is a smart child, he will definitely figure it out."

"Sister-in-law, don't worry too much. Give them some effort to let them speak out well and make it clear, and it will be fine in the future."

Widow Liu nodded: "Let's go, let's follow you in the carriage. Qing'er is thrusting with a big belly, so she can't walk too far."

Yang Huazhong thought so too, so the two of them quickly followed slowly with the carriage.

In front, go to the roadside to Qingshui Town.

It was early morning at this time.

Although it has been spring and every household has let go of firecrackers to catch up with spring, it is still very cold at the end of the first lunar month.

At this time, on the road and in the fields on both sides, there was almost no one.

Everyone was still sleeping in the warm bed.

"Qing'er, are you cold? You can wear my scarf first?"

Mu Zichuan chased after him, walked side by side with Yang Ruoqing, turned his head and saw her little face that was a little red from the morning breeze, and asked.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "It's okay, I'll get a fever after walking a few steps."

"Yes!" He nodded, his eyes shiny.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Didn't you say a few more words before that you want to dig out your heart with me? You can say it at once!"

Mu Zichuan was stunned for a moment, and then a red color appeared on Qingjun's face.

"I want to say more than a few words to you?" He smiled mockingly and said.

"No matter how much you have, there is no need to say it now."

"Qing'er, actually, I just have a request, hoping that you can satisfy me." He said.

Yang Ruoqing stopped and looked at him.

"explain."

Mu Zichuan smiled faintly and said, "I want to hear you sing a song."

"What?"

Yang Ruoqing was surprised and thought she had heard it wrong.

Mu Zichuan continued: "Last time in Haitangxuan, the song I sang was the best song I've ever heard."

"Do you know? Now the song "Your general and prostitute" is singing in the capital now!"

"But no matter how they imitate, they always lack that smell."

"Only you can sing the essence of that song!"

"Haha, no, right?" Yang Ruoqing let out a pleasant laugh.

"I never thought of becoming a celebrity in the market..." she joked.

"I had a last resort that day, so I drove the duck to the shelves and yelled for a few times." She said.

Mu Zichuan said: "This is called "planting flowers without blooming if you are willing to plant them, and planting willows without you are willing to form shade."

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and nodded, maybe.

Mu Zichuan continued: "Your song that day was sung for everyone."

"I want you to sing one song for me alone, that's my wish, is that okay?"

He said sincerely, his eyes filled with tenderness, desire, and uneasiness arising from panic rejection.

Yang Ruoqing felt mixed feelings.

Originally, she was worried that his wish was to hug her or kiss her.
Chapter completed!