This topic ended in an unhappy way.

Because the idea of ​​a big woman instilled by Tan, these girls who are about to marry are too selfish in their hearts at this stage.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, their hearts are just about the age when they enjoy the hazy emotions and can be desperate for the so-called love.

They couldn't understand Tan's words at this moment, nor did they want to understand them. What they saw in their eyes and were looking forward to was just beginning.

Perhaps many years later, when their faces grow old and become old people like Tan, under the years of hardship, sitting with their granddaughters chatting together on a late autumn afternoon when they were drizzling, perhaps they could feel the helplessness and worry engraved in Tan's words at this moment.

Life is imperfect for Tan.

Her life experience and her disintegration with her husband when she was old made her disappointed in love and marriage. Her most beloved daughter was trapped in the quagmire of life, which made Tan feel that women must be selfish in this life to make themselves live a better life.

She went from one extreme to the other.

It can only be said that this is the sorrow and fate of Tan, but it does not mean that this is the sorrow and fate of all women. Character determines destiny. Whether a woman can be happy is the key to her own hands.

...

At the Luo family, at night, Yang Ruoqing opened the warehouse and was packing her luggage.

Luo Baobao held a candy in his mouth and leaned against the wall with his hands and listened to her instructions.

"... I have to listen to your uncle on the boat. Don't get down from the water. Some places in the river are unfathomable, the water flows fast, and there are undercurrents and whirlpools below. Even if the water is good, no matter how good the water is, you dare not go down rashly..."

"You have never walked that far away in the water before, just to prevent you from being seasick. I have prepared seasickness medicine for you in the small mahogany box in the bag."

"Also, when you arrive in Yangzhou, you must listen to your brother Dazhi. You must come back before the New Year..."

Luo Baobao pulled out the lollipop and said with a smile: "Don't worry, mom, I will definitely come back to celebrate the New Year with you. After the New Year, I will join the army with my father."

"Besides, Aunt Xiangxiang wants to marry Uncle Liu in the twelfth lunar month, so I must come back for a wedding banquet."

"Well, just remember!" Yang Ruoqing nodded.

After nearly two hours of cleaning up the warehouse, several boxes of things were sorted out.

A box was Luo Baobao's luggage, cotton coat, cotton shoes, hat, shoes and socks for winter, and a bundle was also placed on it. The bundle was filled with some regular medicines and boring snacks on the road, and a few picture books and miscellaneous notes.

The other few boxes were all brought to Dazhi, including several sets of clothes prepared for him, as well as a whole box of books and four treasures of the study.

The last bite of the box was filled with various medicines, dry goods, gifts that were not easily damaged, etc., which were gifts to Dazhi's family.

"The things are almost done, let's go back to the house to sleep quickly. Your Zuo uncle will come here tomorrow morning."

Yang Ruoqing hugged Luo Baobao's shoulders, and the mother and the two stood up and walked out.

Zuo Junmo heard that Luo Baobao was going to Yangzhou, so he sent a message to go with him, so that Yang Ruoqing would not deliver it alone.

Because he is going to Hangzhou to handle business this year, he just happened to send Luo Baobao over there.

"How about sleeping with my mother tonight?" Yang Ruoqing asked expectantly.

I usually stay by my side, but I think she is annoyed and always drive her back to her house to sleep on the grounds that the child needs independence. But I will have to leave for a while and I miss you before I even parted.

"Mom, your maternal love has revived tonight?"

Baby Luo bit the lollipop, tilted her head and looked at Yang Ruoqing with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and rubbed her shoulders: "Mother's love has always been there."

"Then tonight will be full of maternal love." Luo Baobao then corrected his words.

Yang Ruoqing pinched her nose: "No matter whether it is revival or full of explosion, hurry up and go back to the house and carry the pillow."

"Okay, then I will give you this opportunity to show maternal love!" Luo Baobao broke free from Yang Ruoqing's arm and rushed towards his boudoir. At the fastest speed, he could catch up with Nezha even if he stepped on two hot wheels under her feet.

The next morning, Zuo Junmo came over.

He rode a tall black horse, and Zuo Jingling behind him rode a white horse.

"Oh, it's been a long time since Jingling has grown a lot!"

After both sides dismounted and greeted each other, Yang Ruoqing looked at the young boy standing next to Zuo Junmo.

"I'm nine years old this year, right?" she asked again.

Zuo Junmo nodded, "Well, I will be ten years old after the New Year, four years younger than the baby."

Yang Ruoqing nodded secretly. This child has grown up in the future and is not inferior to Zuo Junmo at all.

"Jingling, I haven't seen you for a long time. You have grown up as a child. Come on, come on, let my sister take a good look at you."

After saying hello to Zuo Junmo, Luo Baobao came to Zuo Jingling, and took Zuo Jingling's hand as before, and looked at his younger brother who was one shorter than him with a smile.

Zuo Jingling raised a delicate face, blinked his narrow phoenix eyes gently, and the joy in his eyes flew past like a stream of light, resulting in a hint of crimson floating on his fair cheeks.

"Haha, my brother seems a little shy. Look, his face turned red."

Luo Baobao still held Zuo Jingling's hand and did not let go, but turned his head to say to the adults behind him.

Yang Ruoqing gave her a look: "There are no one out of a hundred female bandits like you, my younger brother is Wenjing."

"Hehe." Luo Baobao turned around and said kindly to Zuo Jingling: "Jingling, did I mention to you in the letter last time that I like to end some wood carvings recently?"

Zuo Jingling looked at her seriously.

"I have collected a lot of them during this period. A few days ago, my brother Chen'er brought a lot of them to me when he came back. Let's go to the backyard to see. I'll give you whatever you like!"

After saying that, regardless of whether Zuo Jingling was willing to go, Luo Baobao pulled him up and ran to the backyard.

Yang Ruoqing shouted from behind: "Hey, can't you go and see it later? Jing Ling didn't even have time to take a sip after getting off the horse's tea..."

"Jingling, are you thirsty? Do you want to drink tea first?" Luo Baobao stopped and asked Zuo Jingling with concern.

Zuo Jingling shook his head gently, and the expectation in his eyes made Luo Baobao suddenly excited.

"Mom, we are not thirsty, let's go to the backyard first!"

After saying that, he pulled Zuo Jingling and ran to the backyard like a whirlwind.

"This kid..." Yang Ruoqing was helpless. How could she be so hospitalized?

Zuo Junmo walked over and said to Yang Ruoqing, "Let them, the things the children expect are different from ours, your daughter is like this, and my son is like this. In the past, I took him to travel elsewhere, and he would not refuse to have a rest on the way. Today, I came to you, and I asked him halfway if he wanted to take a break, shook his head decisively, and even ran to the front of me, hahaha..."
Chapter completed!