When she arrived at Dashan Village, Fu Xiao finally saw the two-story building she had been longing for.

It is located on the open space behind the original Fu family's house and is surrounded by stones and adobes.

The original backyard of the Fu family was the front yard of the small building. Because it was built in a staggered manner, it did not affect the lighting in the yard.

The stairs were all made of wooden boards of the same size that Fu Weihao sawed himself.

Fu Xiao came to the attic that was specially built for her. It was built on the basis of the second floor to make an attic roof, but there was only one room.

She walked in and took a look, then smiled at Fu Weihao who was standing at the door, "Uncle, this room is only for me..."

Fu Weihao gestured with a smile, "Of course not, look at Shen Xingzhou and your eldest brother coming over, they all bumped into each other..."

"This room will be your study..."

Fu Xiao shook his head: "No, I like this big window, I want to live here..."

"All the rooms downstairs have big windows,"

"real?"

Fu Weihao smiled and rubbed her hair. "Didn't you say that you like the sun in the room?"

"Hehe," Fu Xiao smiled and took his arm. She really didn't expect that the house was actually built according to what she said at that time.

She stood on the second floor and looked down. In the yard, Li Xiufen was still holding Wu Qingyi's hand and saying something, "It seems that my aunt is very happy... We have been home for a long time, and she hasn't let go of my hand yet..."

Fu Yu walked out of one of the rooms and curled his lips when he heard this: "You didn't see how my mother slapped me just now. My back is still numb now."

Fu Weihao glared at him angrily, "How dare you say that? You didn't even tell your family about your wife's pregnancy, which is such a big deal."

"We're just worried that you'll get anxious at home, so we'll be back home in a few days."

Li Xiufen downstairs glared at him again when she heard that. When she turned to look at Wu Qingyi, her tone was extremely gentle: "Yiyi, are you hungry? Mom will make you a bowl of noodles?"

"Okay, thank you mom. I'm a little craving for the shredded pork noodles you made..."

Fu Xiao upstairs also shouted: "Aunt, I want to eat too..."

"Okay, I'll make it for you two," Li Xiufen patted Wu Qingyi's hand, "Yiyi, go back to your room and lie down for a while. I'll ask the boss to bring it in when the meal is ready."

Wu Qingyi smiled and said, "Mom, it's only been a month, don't be so nervous, and I don't feel uncomfortable at all."

"That's good, it proves that this child is a good kid."

Fu Xiao looked at Fu Yu, "Brother, why didn't I see my dad and Shen Xingzhou when I turned around?"

“My uncle took Shen Xingzhou to the back mountain,”

"Oh," Fu Xiao wondered why she wasn't allowed to follow.

Back mountain cemetery.

Mu Lianshen and Shen Xingzhou first tidied up the weeds on the grave.

After tidying up, Shen Xingzhou took a step back and stood behind Mu Lianshen.

Mu Lianshen sighed: "Shushu, An'an is getting married..."

He glanced behind him, and Shen Xingzhou stepped forward sensibly and kowtowed three times.

"In the blink of an eye, An An has grown up," Mu Lianshen stared at Fu Jingshu's grave, with deep longing in his eyes.

He raised his hand, "You go back first..."

Shen Xingzhou took a step back and slowly retreated. When he was about to walk out of the back mountain, he looked back.

Looking at the motionless figure.

He always felt that Mu Lianshen's entire body, even his back, exuded a kind of silent loneliness and death.

When love reaches its extreme, the person left in the world is the most miserable.

Shen Xingzhou has someone he deeply loves, so he knows that losing a loved one is more painful than death for some people.

If it weren't for the concerns, the person in front of me would have already followed his lover.

He suddenly felt a little scared. When Fu Xiao's life became more and more perfect, Mu Lianshen would have nothing to worry about.

What will happen to him...?

Suddenly he heard footsteps and turned around.

Seeing the person coming, he quickly stepped forward and took her hand, "My hands are a little cold, why don't you wear a down jacket?"

Fu Xiao shook his hand and said, "I'm not cold..."

Her eyes fell on the man standing in front of the tomb.

Dead trees, deserted cemeteries, lonely backs, and flying dead leaves form a lonely and desolate picture.

Watching this scene, she felt an indescribable sadness and fear.

How long can her father stay with her?

Fu Xiao raised his foot to move forward, but then put it down again.

Finally, he turned around and sighed: "Give him some space."

...

On the 22nd day of the twelfth lunar month, Dashan Village set up a few tables again and invited neighbors and elders from the village.

After this incident, Mu Lianshen, Fu Xiao and Chen Xingzhou prepared to return to Beijing.

When I returned to Beijing, it was already the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month.

As the Chinese New Year approaches, we start preparing for the New Year.

On the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, Fu Xiao and Shen Xingzhou were busy in the kitchen.

Fried meatballs, fried fish fillets, fried sweet potato balls.

The whole yard of the Mu family was filled with fragrance.

On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, I steamed a pot of fluffy and soft white flour buns and soup dumplings.

On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, New Year’s Eve of 1979 arrived.

It's New Year's Eve again.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Lu Yuan came to the Mu family and called people, "Xiao Xiao, go out and play..."

"Where are you going?"

Chen Jingchu leaned out from behind him and said, "Let's go to the suburbs of Beijing. Yu Mo said it's quite lively there."

Mu Lianshen, who was talking to Mr. Mu, looked up and said, "Go ahead, let Shen Xingzhou go with you..."

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