So this time, Zhao Changyuan was rushing like crazy, and everyone silently kept up with his pace, without any delay or neglect.
After Gong Yueyue made hysterical complaints, she finally closed her eyes tiredly and fell asleep. The troops led by Zhao Changyuan had just arrived at the foot of Baling Mountain. At this time, the air in the mountains was already a bit damp and cold. It had just rained lightly, and the mountain road was wet.
It was extremely slippery. Although the weather was not ideal and the baggage troops disguised as escort vehicles moved slowly, the marching speed was still a whole day faster than expected.
Lieutenant General Zhao Liang stepped forward and asked: "General, are you going up the mountain tonight?"
Zhao Changyuan turned around and took advantage of the moonlight to look at the tired faces of the soldiers and said: "Set up camp on the spot and enter the mountain tomorrow morning."
It's the fifth day, and there are still two-thirds of the time before her husband will come back. Yueyue opened her eyes, and the first thought that flashed into her mind was to comfort herself like this.
The whole room was filled with his breath, and the picture of them getting tired of being together every night. Even though she was at home on leave, she didn't want to step out of the room.
"I miss your smile, I miss your coat, I miss your white socks and the smell of your body, I miss your kiss and the faint smell of tobacco on your fingers... Yeah? No, the pretty girl doesn't smoke." She suddenly hummed a song.
, she used to be a Maiba in KTV. After coming to ancient times, these melodies have become as familiar and strange as if they were in another world. When he comes back, she must sing to him. Why didn't she think of it before?
Suddenly her eyes lit up, "Pigs can't write letters to people, but people can write letters to pigs!" After she said this to herself, she excitedly ran to the desk, imitated her husband's calm posture, and sat upright.
Sitting in front of me, I spread out the paper and ground the ink again, making my hands full of ink.
What should she write? She picked up the pen and found that even though she had thousands of words, she didn’t know where to start. Thinking of ancient TV dramas, the male and female protagonists exchanged love letters, often with poems and songs, and the words were elegant. How beautiful the artistic conception was.
!But she herself...
If I had known earlier, I would have memorized a few more Tang poems and Song lyrics when I went to school.
After thinking about it, she decided not to embarrass herself anymore and wrote down some of the sentences she was most familiar with.
"I really want you to be beautiful to meet my husband-in-law, but there is no way, your mother is not very good at calligraphy." She shook her head and muttered to herself helplessly at the crooked square characters of different sizes on the paper.
At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the house.
"Come in," she responded casually.
The one who pushed open the door was the maid Xiaomei, who walked in with several gift boxes in her hand. "Miss, it's time for us to go." She stood at the door and said to Yueyue.
Yueyue was still lying lazily on the table, looking at her masterpiece, and said reluctantly: "Let's go? Where to go? I don't want to go out today."
Xiaomei lowered her head and was silent for a while. Suddenly, as if she had made up a lot of determination, she raised her head and asked her: "How...how can this be done? Could it be that...you have forgotten what day it is today?"
She raised her eyelids and asked in confusion: "What day is it?"
"Today...is Master Yang's birthday! Miss, why have you forgotten this?" Xiaomei said with some hesitation, her voice getting lower and lower.
"Uh...oh, that's right. I remembered it." Yueyue secretly exclaimed, "It's terrible. How could I ignore these things? How could I not master the basic information of my relatives well?"
Xiaomei blushed and asked in a low voice: "Miss, have you really forgotten?" She was a little weird today and didn't want to look into Yueyue's eyes when she spoke.
Yueyue was panicked and guilty, and did not dare to look into her eyes, so she could only respond abruptly: "Uh, no, I didn't forget. I remembered it."
Xiaomei's eyes dimmed: "Then... let's go."
"I'm going to tell my parents first." Yueyue pressed the written letter of credit and looked like she would have to find someone to send it out tomorrow.
"Oh, no need, I... think I'm a little pressed for time. I just told the master and his wife."
"Well... Xiaomei, you are so kind." She stood up and put on a thin cloak. The weather was getting colder. When she was about to reach the door, she pointed to the gift box in Xiaomei's hand and asked: "These
Are they all gifts prepared for me?"
"Yeah." The other party lowered his head and responded softly.
She shook Xiaomei's arm gratefully and pulled her out of the house quickly: "That's great! Let's go, let's go."
Along the way, Xiaomei was a little restless. She didn't say much, but swallowed her saliva nervously from time to time.
Yueyue noticed her strangeness and asked with concern: "Xiaomei, are you feeling unwell today? If you are sick, you don't need to accompany me, I can just go by myself."
"Oh, it's okay. I just...didn't sleep well." She held her forehead and softly excused herself.
Yueyue guessed that she might have had some quarrel with Tian Hai. She didn't ask any more questions and just let her go.
The carriage went smoothly and soon arrived at the Yang Mansion. The two girls walked up the steps one after another carrying the gifts, bypassed the marble screen, and appeared in front of everyone in the Yang Mansion who had been waiting for a long time.
Yueyue quickly scanned around and found that except for her second brother Yang Jinyi and his family, the rest of the family was present. But everyone's expressions... made her feel a little strange. Today should be a day of congratulations, but there was no expression on everyone's faces.
The color of joy.
Could it be that she was late? She felt uneasy, so she quickly quickened her pace, hurriedly walked to Yang Guodong, and bowed down Yingying: "My child, I wish my father to be as blessed as the East China Sea, and live as long as the Southern Mountains, and to have this day every year, and to have this day every year."
After a long congratulatory speech, the surroundings were completely silent, so quiet that one could hear each other's heartbeats and breathing.
"Father, mother." These two words came out of her mouth subconsciously.
"Shut up! You evildoer, how dare you confuse sentient beings even though I'm here?" Looking in the direction of the voice, there was an old monk wearing a red brocade cassock with gold thread, a strong body and a rosy complexion.
Holding a stick, he walked toward her with vigorous steps.
Fahai and Gong Yueyue laughed at themselves in their hearts. How virtuous and capable they were, but they actually enjoyed Bai Suzhen's experience. She couldn't help but have a wry smile on her face.
"Old Zen Master, please allow me to ask her a few more questions." Mrs. Yang, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke. She looked sad and her steps were a little wobbly. She walked slowly to Yueyue, knelt down and stood still.
Looking at her steadily: "Tell me, when is my mother's birthday?"
Looking at the mother who was about to collapse in front of her, Yueyue's stubborn eyes finally overflowed with a big tear. She lowered her head and answered the question she could not answer with silence.
"Pa"! A loud slap hit Yueyue's cheek with burning pain. Her little tiger teeth broke the skin inside her lips, and salty blood overflowed onto her red lips.
"I'll ask you the last thing again. As long as you can answer it right, I will believe you!" Wang yelled hysterically: "When is your birthday? Speak!"
She still could only answer with silence. The collapsed mother suddenly grabbed her collar, raised her hand and slapped her in the face. This time she felt that the left side of her face might have become red and swollen.
"What the hell did you do to my daughter? You evil beast! Give my daughter back!" The cries were accompanied by punches and kicks, all falling on Yueyue's head, face, and body. (To be continued)