There was not much to say in front of the old lady.
"In half a month, it will be your second sister-in-law's birthday.
A small birthday is not a big event, just a banquet and a play at home, where the whole family and relatives and friends who come and go frequently are lively.
You are a new wife, and there is no one in charge of your house. I'm afraid you don't know what's going on.
You and her have had a bit of a feud in the past, so if you neglect to give gifts, there will definitely be some gossip."
The old lady said.
You can send someone to talk about these things.
The old lady valued Yun Qiao, so she personally promoted her.
Yun Qiao is not a person who ignores importance. She is very grateful: "Thank you, mother, I will remember it."
The old lady used serving chopsticks to pick up the food for her: "You are a young daughter-in-law, and there is no need to follow the rules of our old house.
It's just a matter of human nature and sophistication, so you can get by.
If it's her birthday and you're too lazy to go to dinner, you can just give her a gift."
On the surface, you may write a good article, but in reality, you can just relax yourself.
After all, Yun Qiao is the daughter-in-law of the ancestor of the Xi family, and the old lady will not really restrain her.
"I should be fine."
Yun Qiao said, "There must be something delicious at the banquet."
Xi Lanting answered from the side: "You used to say that the food at our family's banquet was greasy and tasteless."
Yun Qiao: "..."
How could you be so disruptive?
The old lady then laughed: "It's cold during the Chinese New Year, and the vegetables are stewed to a pulp, and they have to be kept warm, so naturally they don't taste good in the mouth.
Now that it's warm, the food is pretty good, including stir-fried and stewed dishes.
This is what you usually eat."
Yun Qiao blushed slightly: "Yes, the food on weekdays is very good."
A few people were chatting again.
The old lady chatted with Xi Lanting for a while and talked about trivial matters.
Yun Qiao didn't know about these things, but she listened with great interest.
After lunch, the old lady wanted to take a nap. Yun Qiao and Xi Lanting didn't stay long, rinsed their mouths and washed their hands, and came out.
"Lanting, why did you come to Xi's house?
Although Mrs. Xi has some witch blood, it is too thin."
Yun Qiao said, "Besides, you seem to be here just because of her."
Xi Lanting was silent.
"Can't you tell me?"
Yun Qiao asked again.
Xi Lanting sighed: "Between you and me, is there anything we can't say?
It’s just that it’s been so long ago that I don’t know where to start.”
"Speak slowly."
She took his arm.
Xi Lanting felt that it was a long time ago, but it only meant two or three sentences.
As a tree, it is so huge that it can occupy thousands of acres, forming an oasis in the desert.
This incident surprised the tribesmen, who regarded him as a sacred tree, paid homage to him, and made offerings to him. However, the northwest was sparsely populated, and sometimes no one was seen for ten and a half months.
Sometimes Xi Lanting would be in a trance, immersed in the illusion he created; sometimes he would be awake and unable to fall asleep, and the movement of the wind blowing through the branches would make him happy.
After enduring it for many years, he became lonely.
Extremely lonely.
He couldn't believe before that people like him could be lonely; however, loneliness is more terrifying than time, it creeps in quietly, and by the time it is discovered, it can no longer be cured.
From then on, he would often walk around the world, live for hundreds of years, and then go back and lie down for hundreds of years after exhausting his energy.
Repeatedly, these pains cannot be understood by outsiders, even Yun Qiao.
"In the past hundred years, the celestial phenomena have changed suddenly, and the world has been in chaos. It is impossible to predict the dangers.
I never thought that I would walk in this world just because of one person."
Xi Lanting said.
"Is this the old lady?"
"Not really.
However, I was not expecting that she has the blood of a witch."
Xi Lanting said, "That person's name is Qing'er."
"Girl?"
Yun Qiao tilted her head, with a bit of bad taste.
Xi Lanting's expression was inexplicably sad: "Girl."