Chapter 119
Yao Jinglan watched this scene and her eyes unconsciously swept across the table full of food.
Chen Hongxia and her husband were whispering about the harvest from the fields, and the man was clumsily picking up some food for his wife.
Huo Changfeng was also concentrating on picking out fish bones for Mu Qingxuan, his bony fingers rising and falling on the enamel bowl.
Her throat suddenly tightened, she turned her face away, and snorted in disdain: "I'm all alone, and I don't even have anyone to pick up the food for me!"
Mu Qingxuan paused, and her nose suddenly felt sore. She knew she was missing her grandfather.
She immediately picked up a piece of trembling chicken and gently put it into old Yao Jinglan's bowl.
"Grandma, Changfeng and I are here. We will accompany you for every meal from now on!"
Mu Qingxuan also picked up a piece of chicken, and the soft and glutinous meat melted on the tip of her tongue.
She suddenly remembered something, tapped the edge of the bowl with her chopsticks, and asked, "Grandma, where did the box in the drawer in my room come from? Did you put it in the wrong place?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Huo Changfeng put a piece of shiny braised pork into her bowl.
Mu Qingxuan subconsciously turned her head and arched her eyebrows towards him, her dimples slightly raised: "Thank you."
She didn't notice that Yao Jinglan, who was sitting diagonally opposite her, had a trembling hand and the corn soup in the spoon spilled onto the tablecloth, leaving a dark mark.
The old man choked and coughed violently, covering his chest with his wrinkled hands, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.
Chen Hongxia hurriedly stood up and patted her on the back: "Aunt Yao, please slow down!"
Yao Jinglan waved her hands, a flash of panic flashed across her cloudy eyes, and then she returned to normal: "You mean the box with the password?"
"Hey, I accidentally put it in the wrong place when I was packing. Those were your grandfather's belongings."
Mu Qingxuan leaned forward with great interest, her hair falling on her shoulders: "I told you! I tried several passwords but couldn't open it."
"Grandma, what treasure is in the box?"
She held her chin, her eyes sparkling, and looked expectant.
Yao Jinglan shoveled a large mouthful of rice into her mouth, her Adam's apple rolling with difficulty: "What can it be... It's a love letter I wrote to your grandfather when I was young. He is so shameless that he insisted on keeping it as a treasure."
As she spoke, a suspicious blush appeared on the tips of her ears. She poked the vegetables in the bowl with her chopsticks, as if she was venting something.
"Really?"
Mu Qingxuan's eyes lit up instantly and she almost jumped up from her chair.
"I want to read it too! I haven't even seen the letters my grandma wrote when she was young!"
She reached out to grab Yao Jinglan's arm, but the old woman slapped her away.
"Eat your meal first!"
Yao Jinglan glared at her and stuffed the chicken leg into her bowl: "Can't you see the food is getting cold?"
But the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and the smile hidden in his eyes couldn't be suppressed.
Mu Qingxuan knew that this was tacit consent, so she picked up the chicken leg and started to eat it with a smile.
Huo Changfeng silently added half a bowl of soup to her.
After eating and drinking, Chen Hongxia's man Sun Hongtao stood up and cleaned up the dishes.
Mu Qingxuan originally wanted to wash the dishes, but was stopped by everyone. She simply stood at the door of the main room, holding her belly, feeling the warm sunlight falling on her body, and squinting her eyes comfortably.
The autumn sun lazily shines on the ground.
Huo Changfeng moved a bamboo stool and placed it at Mu Qingxuan's feet.
Mu Qingxuan held Huo Changfeng's hand and sat down. The warm light cast mottled shadows on her body.
At this moment, footsteps were heard behind me.
Yao Jinglan came out holding a few crumpled papers in her hands, with a look of helplessness and anger on her face.
"I knew you were thinking about it!"
Yao Jinglan walked up to Mu Qingxuan and stuffed the paper into her arms with a "pop".
"I'm curious, so I'll show you! But don't pester me with questions after you've seen it!"
Although he complained, there was affection in his eyes.
Mu Qingxuan's eyes suddenly lit up like stars, and she couldn't wait to unfold the paper.
On the yellowed rice paper, the ink is slightly smudged, but the beautiful calligraphy is still clear.
The words were straightforward and bold. Mu Qingxuan's face gradually turned red and her heartbeat quickened involuntarily.
She never imagined that her grandmother, who always had a stern face, could express her love so passionately when she was young.
But on second thought, Yao Jinglan has never been the type to keep things to herself. She always says whatever she thinks, so it is normal for her to write a letter like this.
"Grandma, you are so brave!"
Mu Qingxuan couldn't help laughing and looked up at Yao Jinglan.
The old man was sitting on a stone pier nearby, fiddling with dry grass stems in his hands. His ears were red as he pretended to be angry and said, "What's so funny? If you liked someone at that time, shouldn't you just say it out loud?"
Mu Qingxuan read all the letters with great interest, and then asked with a lingering feeling: "Grandma, isn't there a reply from grandpa? I want to see how grandpa responds to you!"
Yao Jinglan's movements suddenly stopped and her eyes became a little dazed.
She reached out and took the letter back, folding it carefully in half and smoothing out the wrinkles on the paper with gentle movements.
"How can that unromantic person write a letter?"
She lowered her voice unconsciously: "After he fell in love with me, he came to my house directly with half a pig on his shoulder to propose marriage, saying something like 'Follow me in the future, and I guarantee that you will have meat for every meal'..."
Mu Qingxuan exclaimed, and couldn't help laughing when she imagined her young grandfather's honest and serious appearance.
But looking at Yao Jinglan again, the old woman was staring at the green mountains in the distance in a trance. The sunlight was shining on her face, casting a layer of soft light on her wrinkled face.
Her eyes were full of nostalgia, but there was a barely perceptible sense of disappointment at the corners of her mouth.
Yao Jinglan was silent for a long time, then sighed softly, with a hint of regret in her voice: "If only he had written a few words back then, I could take them out and read them now..."
Before she finished speaking, she straightened her back and returned to her usual vigorous and decisive appearance.
"Okay, okay, have you finished reading? Are you no longer curious? Go take a nap!"
Mu Qingxuan nodded obediently, and after watching Yao Jinglan return to her room, she also returned to her own bedroom.
In the room, Huo Changfeng had already neatly arranged all the bedding. Seeing her come back with a smile on her face, he asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Mu Qingxuan smiled and told him the letter she had read, shaking her head and saying, "I didn't expect that the older generation is much bolder than us. Grandpa and grandma were really sweet when they were young."
Huo Changfeng looked at Mu Qingxuan's smiling eyes and fell into deep thought.
After Mu Qingxuan fell into a deep sleep, Huo Changfeng tucked the quilt in for her before turning around and leaving.
He knocked on Yao Jinglan's door.
After a while, Yao Jinglan opened the door and glanced at him puzzledly.
Huo Changfeng got straight to the point: "Grandma, do you have any extra paper and pen?"
Yao Jinglan paused for a moment before answering, "We don't have the fountain pens you city folks use, but we still have some brushes and ink. Can you use them?"
Huo Changfeng nodded confidently: "Yes!"
"Then come in."
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