Chapter 131
Huo Changfeng stood aside, looking at the two of them tenderly.
He took a step forward at the right time and said sincerely, "Grandma, Xuanxuan is right. The medical conditions in the capital are good, and you can enjoy it when you go there."
"When you were away, Xuanxuan was always thinking about you. She was worried that you couldn't take care of yourself in the village, which would be bad for her pregnancy."
Yao Jinglan looked at the two concerned faces in front of her and her lips trembled a few times.
She took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and finally nodded heavily: "Okay, I'll go with you."
Mu Qingxuan and Huo Changfeng looked at each other, and a smile of success flashed in their eyes.
Mu Qingxuan hugged Yao Jinglan fiercely, her voice filled with undisguised joy: "That's great! We can be together every day from now on!"
"Then I'll go help you pack your things now!"
She was afraid that the old man would go back on his word, so she turned around and rushed into the main room, the wooden floor making a cheerful "dong dong" sound under her feet.
When I opened Yao Jinglan's door, a familiar camphor wood scent hit me in the face.
Mu Qingxuan's steps suddenly stopped.
Inside the house, the lid of a carved mahogany box was open, and neatly folded blue cloth shirts and woolen socks were meticulously stacked.
In the bamboo basket in the corner, dried mugwort and tangerine peel were tied into bundles, obviously prepared for repelling mosquitoes on the road.
She curled her lips in silence, her fingertips stroking the copper buckle on the edge of the box, and muttered, "It turns out that grandma had planned to leave with us a long time ago, but she still used Qiao to tease me."
The autumn wind blew in through the gaps in the window lattice and lifted the blue cloth handkerchief beside the pillow.
Mu Qingxuan bent down to pick it up, but caught a glimpse of a half-corner of a dark red brocade box sticking out from under the pillow.
It was the locked sandalwood box that she found in the drawer of the old desk when she first returned to the village.
At that time, Yao Jinglan said that the box contained love letters that Mu Hongguo wrote to her when he was young.
Mu Qingxuan believed it and never doubted it again.
At this moment, the brocade box was lying quietly under the yellowed pillowcase, but the copper lock on it was missing.
Mu Qingxuan reached out her hand as if possessed by a ghost and opened the box.
She was stunned.
Mu Qingxuan stared at the contents of the box, her pupils shrank suddenly, and her face was filled with shock and helplessness.
Under the locust tree outside the courtyard, Huo Changfeng was patiently describing life in the capital to Yao Jinglan.
The sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows on the two of them.
Suddenly, Yao Jinglan slapped her knees as if struck by an electric current, and her cloudy eyes widened instantly: "Look at my memory!"
She stood up in a hurry, the bamboo chair making a harsh sound on the bluestone slabs, and rushed to the bedroom in two steps.
The moment the wooden door was pushed open, the breeze blew up the gauze curtains.
Yao Jinglan looked at the familiar figure in front of the bed, and her breath suddenly stagnated in her throat.
Mu Qingxuan had her back to her, and the morning light outlined the girl's slender figure. Her soft lines made Yao Jinglan's heart beat faster.
"Qingxuan, what are you looking at?"
The old man's voice was terribly hoarse, and his skinny fingers were tightly gripping the door frame.
Mu Qingxuan's shoulders trembled slightly, but she did not turn around immediately.
The two seconds of silence stretched infinitely in the air, long enough for Yao Jinglan to clearly hear the sound of her own heartbeat like a drum.
Finally, the girl slowly turned around, a complex emotion flashed across her pale face, and then a bright smile bloomed in an instant.
She flew into the old man's arms like a carefree butterfly, her hair brushing across Yao Jinglan's wrinkled cheeks: "I just found out, grandma, there is a handkerchief under your pillow. Did you embroider it yourself?"
Mu Qingxuan's voice was sickeningly sweet, and her warm breath sprayed on the old man's ears.
She begged, "Can you spare some time to embroider one for me too?"
Yao Jinglan's stiff body slowly relaxed, but the hand on the girl's back was still shaking slightly.
She pretended to be calm and patted Mu Qingxuan on the back: "Of course, just tell me what pattern you want and grandma can embroider it for you."
After she finished speaking, she swallowed her dry throat and locked her eyes with Mu Qingxuan's. "Besides this, don't you have anything else to say?"
Mu Qingxuan tilted her head, her clear almond eyes full of doubt: "What else do you want to say?"
She reached out and gently pinched the old woman's cheek, "Are you nervous when you think about going to the capital?"
"Don't be afraid, grandma. Changfeng has arranged everything."
The girl's smile was dazzlingly bright, but Yao Jinglan felt that the smile was covered by a layer of fog and could not be seen clearly.
The old man stared at Mu Qingxuan's facial features, trying to capture the truth from every subtle change in her expression.
After a long time, she didn't find anything unusual and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But the cold sweat on my palms had already soaked through my sleeves.
The two chatted about family matters again. Mu Qingxuan laughed from time to time, but Yao Jinglan's mind was all on the sandalwood box behind her.
It wasn't until Mu Qingxuan left the room that Yao Jinglan's knees suddenly went weak.
She fell down on the bed and opened the brocade box tremblingly.
When I saw the emerald green jade pendant lying safely on the faded red silk, my heart, which had risen to my throat, finally fell back into my chest.
Yao Jinglan held the jade pendant tightly in her palm. The cold touch reminded her of the night when she picked up Mu Qingxuan.
Her heartbeat quickened again and her eyes were filled with panic.
After a while, Yao Jinglan came back to her senses.
She pursed her lips, stuffed the jade pendant back into the box, locked it tightly, and put the box at the bottom of her luggage.
Only after doing all this did Yao Jinglan's tense body finally relax.
She let out a long sigh and looked out the window with complicated eyes.
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Outside the house, Huo Changfeng could tell at a glance that Mu Qingxuan was in a bad mood.
He frowned slightly, walked forward worriedly, put his arms around Mu Qingxuan's soft waist, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
Mu Qingxuan looked at him steadily, bit her lip, and finally shook her head.
"It's okay, maybe I'm overthinking it."
The two are leaving tomorrow, so they plan to go to the town hospital to see Chen Hongxia and Sun Hongtao while they still have some time today.
When they arrived at the town hospital, Mu Qingxuan asked the nurse at the front desk about which ward Sun Hongtao was in.
When I looked over there one by one, before I got close, I heard a commotion coming from the ward.
The medical conditions in the town are not as good as those in the capital, and of course there are no single wards. Almost every ward is occupied by several people.
Mu Qingxuan originally thought that the sound was made by another patient, but when she got closer she found that it was actually Grandma Sun.
"That vixen Chen Hongxia!" The old man roared with tears in his voice, "She has bewitched my son so much that he doesn't even recognize the ancestral tablets!"
Through the half-open door, Mu Qingxuan saw Grandma Sun kneeling beside the bed with disheveled hair, her withered hands tightly grasping Sun Hongtao's arm.
The infusion stand shook violently as she pulled it, and fine bubbles appeared in the medicine in the bottle.
"For a woman who can't lay eggs, I'm giving up my family's incense!"
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