After Duan Ruijun left, everyone slowly returned home.
After dinner, they all returned to their bedrooms.
Liang Mo lay wearily in Duan Renji's arms: "When are you leaving?"
Duan Renji: "Tomorrow morning, we may have to set off before dawn."
Liang Mo was silent for a moment: "So you can't spend the New Year at home again? There are only a few days left..."
Duan Renji remained silent.
Liang Mo could only grab his sleeve and say helplessly, "The child misses you too."
Duan Renji patted her head and said, "I will definitely come back when I have time. I will call our son tomorrow."
"How's your son? He's not causing too much trouble, is he?"
When talking about his son, Liang Mo's face softened with affection: "No, he's just like you, very well-behaved."
Duan Renji laughed directly: "What do you mean by 'cut from the same mold as me'? You look more like me."
"Like you..."
"Like my husband and me."
Liang Mo smiled and nodded: "Yes, they all look alike."
"Go to sleep."
Upon hearing this, Liang Mo hugged the person even tighter: "I will also be going on a business trip for a while after the New Year. My parents will still be taking care of the child. Please call us more often when you have time."
Duan Renji touched his wife's face: "We've both been too busy. When we have a vacation in the future, I'll spend more time with you and our child. Go to sleep."
Liang Mo said in a low voice, "I'm afraid that when I wake up, you won't be by my side anymore."
Liang Mo subconsciously touched the finger that he had lost. Years had passed, and the scar there had long since healed. It was not noticeable when she wore gloves, but she was still very afraid.
Duan Renji naturally knew what she was afraid of, and simply lowered his head to kiss her hair: "It's a rare holiday, get some sleep."
The wind outside was still blowing, making one feel somewhat uneasy.
On this cold winter night, Duan Renji held his wife tightly and gently told her, "Although I came back in a hurry, I still brought you and the children gifts. They are all in my suitcase. Go and see them when you wake up tomorrow. You will like them very much."
Liang Mo nodded: "When did you prepare this?"
Did you have time to prepare all this in such a rush?
Duan Renji chuckled softly: "It's been prepared for a long time. I'm just waiting to come back so I can pack it up and leave."
They didn't see each other often, so they cherished every meeting.
Married for decades, they have seen each other very few times.
"I love you, my husband."
"I love you too, sleep well, baby."
So, in Duan Renji's arms, Liang Mo closed his eyes peacefully.
Duan Ze and Shen Niannian, however, present completely different scenarios.
Shen Niannian sat on the sofa, sobbing loudly. Duan Ze, carrying a bowl of sweet soup, followed beside her, saying, "Oh dear, my little aunt, why are you suddenly crying? Are you that sad that Ruijun left you?"
Shen Niannian's tears fell drop by drop, unstoppable: "Yes, I'm sad."
Duan Ze was taken aback: "What are you sad about? I don't think that was me..."
Shen Niannian: "But he's your cousin, sob sob..."
Duan Ze corrected: "Cousin."
"Those are your family too, sob sob, the New Year is almost here, and you still have to leave..."
Duan Ze was at his wits' end. Shen Niannian was really prone to crying during her pregnancy. When she was pregnant with her first child, she would cry from time to time. Sometimes she would say that it was raining and the trees outside were getting wet, and she wondered if the trees would feel pain.
Duan Ze ended up spending most of the night with her, sheltering the young saplings from the rain.
Duan Ze regrets it so much.
He will definitely be extremely careful after this pregnancy.
But for now, Duan Ze could only pull Shen Niannian into his arms: "Alright, shall I call him now and let him talk to you?"
Duan Ze actually took out his phone, but Shen Niannian grabbed it, saying, "I don't want to."
Duan Ze smiled enigmatically: "Why don't you want it anymore?"
Shen Niannian, unusually feeling somewhat guilty, said, "It's the middle of the night, not a good time."
"Then eat your sweet soup obediently, and go to sleep afterward?"
Shen Niannian frowned: "It's too sweet, I don't want to drink it..."
Duan Ze patiently asked, "What would you like to eat? I'll make it."
She glanced at the time; it was already 10 p.m.
"Never mind, let's make sweet soup then."
After taking a sip, Shen Niannian felt like vomiting, but Duan Ze quickly covered her mouth and said, "Swallow it!"
She blinked her big eyes, then swallowed it pitifully, her little mouth pouting in grievance.
Helpless, Duan Ze could only lean over and kiss his wife: "Sweetie, then eat half. The doctor said you need to eat more nutritious food to replenish your body."
Shen Niannian said in a sweet voice, "Then kiss me again."
After saying that, she stretched her cute little face in front of him. So close, and with her face turned to the side, from his angle, she looked like Shin-chan.
Duan Ze was quite helpless, but he still kissed her again and again until Shen Niannian obediently ate her food. After she finished eating and washing up, the two of them lay down together.
Duan Ze didn't dare to press on her belly, but Shen Niannian was much more natural, clinging to him like a koala. If you saw her asleep and wanted to turn over, she would hold you tightly. If you tried to move her away, she would start crying in no time.
She's a mother now, yet she's still so delicate and pampered.
Duan Ze really couldn't stand it, he thought to himself, but he just changed to a more comfortable position and pulled the person back into his arms.
Outside the Duan family compound, a figure slowly approached and stood in the snow.
She didn't approach; she simply stood there wearing her coat, breathing on her hands to warm them.
When she learned of Old Master Duan's passing, she returned to China. However, with so many people around, she didn't get close, and few noticed her.
She waited until Old Master Duan was buried. She took advantage of the quiet of the night to offer incense to Old Master Duan and chatted with him for a while before coming over.
Fang Rou had already seen Shen Niannian's slightly protruding belly. Her gaze was gentle. The eldest child looked a lot like Duan Ze, and the second child should look a lot like him too. She just hoped that this child would be a daughter, but a son would be good too. They would all be his, so it didn't matter.
In just a short time standing in the snow, Fang Rou was already enveloped by the wind and snow, her black hair was covered with a layer of frost, and even her eyelashes were slowly crystallizing.
This winter is really too cold.
The footprints she had left behind quickly disappeared. Seeing that the light in Duan Ze's room was off, Fang Rou slowly turned around, wrapped her coat tighter around herself, and headed back the way she had come.
She came here for two reasons: first, to see Old Master Duan off, and second, to see if he was doing well.
The heavy snow quickly piled up into a thick layer on the ground, erasing all traces of her presence.
Luo Qingyuan had just finished her work and gone to bed when she was pulled into bed by someone who grabbed her waist.
Luo Qingyuan was being held, but she simply found a comfortable position to lie down, and her body warmed up in no time.
"What's wrong? Hmm? Still not asleep?"
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