For modern people, celebrating the New Year is nothing more than a seven-day holiday, eating, drinking, having fun, and spending money. But in ancient times, celebrating the New Year was a very lively and very cautious event.
As early as the first half of the month, the Leng family was already bustling with lanterns and colorful decorations in the house. Mrs. Leng was busy doing things in other places. Although there were many servants in the house, she was still uneasy and had to see everything first.
From organizing the New Year banquet to purchasing lanterns, she did everything herself. Therefore, Leng Changxi, who had been by her side, also opened her eyes and finally knew what it meant to celebrate the New Year. It was different from the way she celebrated the New Year in modern times.
In comparison, no matter how she looked at it, Leng Changxi felt that the modern people's idea that celebrating the New Year was equivalent to eating was really dirty and wasted the intangible civilization and treasures inherited from China for five thousand years.
This was the first year since Leng Changxi spoke, and it was also the first year since Leng Zhanchen came back. Naturally, everyone in the Leng family did not dare to look down upon her. Mrs. Leng also ordered some brightly colored and festive horses to be pulled out early.
They printed and dyed silk cloth and had several sets of beautiful little clothes made for them. Not to mention how cute those clothes were on Leng Changxi. They were like soft dolls that people couldn't put down. Leng Zhanchen hugged her every day because of this.
He held her in his arms and refused to let go.
As the Leng family prepares for the New Year in full swing, Leng Changxi feels fresh in her heart, but she cannot be happy. Without Zhao Yuan, no matter how happy the new year is, she will feel that something is missing, and she will feel deep
Deep regret.
The days passed by in such a hurry, and it was New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye.
Mrs. Leng got up early and arranged for everyone to hang lanterns, make stickers, make rice cakes, set up an offering table in the ancestral hall, light incense and burn candles. After everything was ready, she went back to the house to arrange for the little ancestor who was lying on the bed.
"Mom! Is Little Bao'er up?" Leng Zhanchen happily ran into Mrs. Leng's room without knocking on the door.
When Mrs. Leng saw this, she pretended to be angry and said, "Why are you so unruly? You don't even know to knock on the door when you enter!"
"Haha, isn't this impatient? Besides, I just saw my mother coming in!" Leng Zhanchen leaned next to Mrs. Leng with a smile and said in an almost coquettish tone.
This is the first time Leng Zhanchen and Leng Changxi have seen him, so childish and cute. Only in this way can he look like a child of normal age. If Zhao Yuan is like this, I wonder what he will look like? Leng Changxi
Xi unconsciously thought of her little husband-in-law again, and felt a sense of loss in her heart.
"Here's your sister!" Mrs. Leng smiled angrily and patted Leng Zhanchen gently. Leng Zhanchen didn't hide, he just shrank his neck, smiled and ran to the bedside, pinching Leng Chang.
Xi Nuan's chubby face said: "She's so young, she's just a baby. She doesn't understand anything. It'll be fine!"
It hurt from being pinched. Leng Changxi immediately pulled his hand with her fist and said harshly: "It hurts..."
Upon hearing what her daughter said, Mrs. Leng quickly pulled her son over and taught her a lesson: "How come you have learned so much from your father? If you don't learn from your father, just learn from him how to bully little Bao'er!"
Leng Zhanchen touched his nose and put down his hand, took half a step back, glanced towards the threshold with his peripheral vision, and saw his father who was about to enter the room. When he heard what his mother said, his face suddenly darkened and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
The daughter of the Leng family is the eldest, and among the women, a certain young ancestor is the eldest. Leng Zhanchen has already confirmed this fact from Master Leng's increasingly darkened face recently.
"Madam -" Mr. Leng suddenly felt very pitiful that he was affected by the fire in the city and Chi Yu.
"Master, are you ready over there?" Mrs. Leng asked while dressing little Bao'er without even looking at Master Leng.
"It's done. Let them go to the ancestral hall." Mr. Leng walked behind Mrs. Leng, stared at Leng Changxi who was getting dressed and happily asked, "I don't know when Yuan'er can come back."
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"I probably won't come back to celebrate the New Year." Leng Zhanchen stood aside and shook his head gently: "It's rare to go back. It's almost the New Year, so why don't you stay in the palace?"
"Hey -" Mr. Leng sighed and glanced meaningfully at Leng Changxi: "It would be great if Yuan'er was here."
"Yes, if he is here, I can take my little baby to set off firecrackers with him!" What boys look forward to most during the New Year is to set off firecrackers and get a few coins from adults to buy some candies.
Greedy.
"Then it's settled!" As soon as Leng Zhanchen finished speaking, a childish voice with a hint of excitement came from the door, and then, a small figure appeared in front of Mrs. Leng's room.
"Yuan'er!" When Master Leng saw that it was Zhao Yuan who had come back, his mood suddenly became brighter, and he was so excited that even his eyebrows were trembling.
"Is Yuan'er back?" Madam Leng, who had just finished cleaning up Leng Changxi, turned around quickly and said, "Come in quickly, look at the snow you're wearing, you just arrived, right?"
Mrs. Leng gently patted Zhao Yuan clean of the snowflakes that fell on him, which suddenly made Zhao Yuan feel like he was really home, and his heart felt warm.
The moment she saw Zhao Yuan, Leng Changxi's heart came alive, and she suddenly jumped for joy. The thought that had been stuck in her heart for a long time was suddenly solved: So what about the age difference of twenty years? After all, Zhao Yuan was originally
He was an ancient person from thousands of years ago. He didn't even realize that he was an old cow eating young grass, so he had nothing to fear. No matter her identity, if God had destined her to be unhappy in this life, then even if she went against this fate, she would still protect her.
My little husband is considerate.
"Hug, hug..." Suddenly, Leng Changxi thought of nothing else, stretched out her arms, and asked Zhao Yuan for a hug.
Zhao Yuan looked at Leng Changxi sitting on the couch, and the heart she had been missing finally found a place to stay. So she hurriedly stepped forward and took Leng Changxi into her arms.
Holding Zhao Yuan in her arms, Leng Changxi suddenly felt that the arms of this eight-year-old child were so warm, so warm that she never wanted to leave.