The seventh day of the twelfth lunar month was Su Di’s fiftieth birthday.
Before dawn, Su Ci and Yang Yanzong were dressed. Yang Yanzong went to the next door to pick up his son. The boy was sleepy and looked unhappy. Su Ci smiled and said, "What's wrong, Yuanbao? We are going to the grandparents' house to see our little brother today. Is Yuanbao happy?"
"younger brother?"
"yes!"
Su Ci brought her son over and asked Yang Yanzong to put on his coat. Yang Yanzong was wearing a black round-necked fur robe with sable fur and a thick fur cloak that was black and bluish. Yuanbao was also dressed in it. After he had tidied himself, he spread out a brand new white fox fur cloak, put it on Su Ci, and fastened the collar for her.
The fur of this fox fur cloak is so white that it has a silver hue. The plush is fine, soft and thick, with a very lustrous color. When it is shaken open in the sun, it reveals layers of silver halos. It is a top-quality snow silver fox fur that is rare in the place of production. It is truly hard to come by. At the beginning of this year, the caravan finally got a few pieces and specially presented them to Yang Yanzong. He also spent a lot of time and effort to collect a few more pieces before making such a fox fur coat.
But he didn't say anything, and the fox fur coat was mixed into her closet along with her new winter clothes.
It was Mrs. Zhang and the others who were amazed. She was curious and wanted to know more, and then she inadvertently found out what he was thinking behind it.
The thick fox fur cloak wrapped her completely, making her warm. Yang Yanzong took his son and held him in his arms. The boy was very heavy now, and Su Ci's arms would feel sore if she held him for too long. As long as he was there, he would not let her hold him for too long.
Yang Yanzong held her hand, and the two of them went to the second gate to get on the car. The wheels rumbled as they headed to the Su family.
In fact, Yang Yanzong was the master and Su Di was the subordinate. The relationship between the two was actually more like that of a monarch and his subjects. Even though Su Ci married Yang Yanzong, their relationship outside was actually more like the former.
But he still came early in the morning. After entering the Su family, he and Su Ci Yuanbao kowtowed three times as sons-in-law to celebrate the birthday.
Su Di and Chen were a little flattered, and they were even more so smiling that they couldn't close their mouths. They hurriedly stood up to help him: "Hurry up, hurry up!"
Yang Chongying was in poor health and could not get up so early, so he came later. Su Di knew this.
He and Chen had never expected their daughter and her family to come so early. The two elders were so happy that their faces were red. They hurriedly let them into the side hall. Su Ci smiled and said, "Dad! Mom, don't bother. We are not strangers. Why do you need to entertain us?"
Both Su Di and Chen were very busy today.
Yang Yanzong also said slowly: "Indeed."
He was brief but made his attitude clear.
But Su Di and Chen still stayed in the side hall for half an hour, until Su Ci said she would take Yuanbao to see her brother. Su Di and Chen saw them out and then turned around to busy themselves with receiving the guests.
——Compared to the bustling front yard decorated with red and colorful decorations, the backyard was noticeably quieter. The couple, holding their child, walked towards Su Yan's yard along the small stone path covered with light snow.
The younger brother Su Ci was referring to was the son of Su Yan and Yang Yanzhen.
He was born not long ago and is not even half a year old yet.
Yang Yanzhen had caused a great deal of chaos at home at first, but with Yang Yanzong's tacit approval, he felt much more relaxed. Yang Chongying refused to agree at first, but the old father finally couldn't convince his youngest son. But Su Di's attitude made Su Yan drop his jaw a little. The Su family was in turmoil during that time. Su Di and Chen's ideas were not as trendy as Su Ci's, and they could not accept it at all. However, surprisingly, after the matter was put on the table, he firmly supported his daughter in front of Yang Chongying.
Even though this girl made him so angry that he wanted to die, he still loved her in his heart. When facing Yang Chongying, Su Di gritted his teeth and accepted it.
What else could Yang Chongying do? It has to be said that Su Di's attitude was also one of his important considerations. The relationship between the sworn brothers had been very strong for many years. Yang Chongying thought about it and finally sighed. He couldn't bear to watch it anymore. Get out of here, you little bastard!
The family pressure was relieved, but there were a lot of sidelong glances and discussions outside, but Yang Yanzhen and Su Yan didn't care at all. The two of them just lived a lively and noisy life.
Su Yan had a clear goal and calculated the ovulation day accurately. Not long after, she succeeded and gave birth to a big fat son in August this year.
On the first day her son was born, she excitedly gave the baby a big name, Su Mingzhang.
Su Ci and Yang Yanzong walked hand in hand. Yuanbao in his arms got up early this morning and was dozing off in his father's arms. As soon as they entered Su Yan's yard, Su Ci waved his hand to indicate that there was no need to inform them, and the two of them walked straight in.
Unexpectedly, before I even entered the door, I heard the voices of Su Yan and Yang Yanzhen - Yang Yanzhen basically stayed at Su's house recently and was never seen at home unless necessary.
The two are entertaining the child.
Su Yan laughed: "Look, how much my son's nose looks like mine?!"
The sound was extremely exciting.
Yang Yanzhen: "...No way? I think my son looks more like me!"
He was speechless. Isn't that nonsense? The Yang family members have deep nose bridges and straight noses. In fact, the baby's facial features are obviously more like him, okay?
"I don't care, it just looks like me!"
"...Su Yan, why are you like this?!"
Yang Yanzhen was angry. Isn't this just lying with blatant eyes?
He suddenly remembered something and pushed her hurriedly: "Hey, when is the baby going to be born? I asked my sister-in-law and she said that a year of recuperation is enough."
Su Yan: “…”
She said perfunctorily: "...wait."
Yang Yanzhen knows Su Yan so well. Who knows how long it will take to wait like this, "..."
"Su Yan!!"
"I'm telling you, you can't be so extreme?! What did you say before? If you dare to lie to me, try it? Humph!..."
Yang Yanzhen: Angry! !
Su Yan: "...That's not what I meant. Isn't it still a year away? Hey, why are you so loud? You scared Zhang Er!"
"How come I was the one who woke you up? It was obviously you who woke you up, okay?..."
There were sounds of slamming the table and turning over the chair, then a baby crying, followed by the sound of new parents hurriedly hushing and fumbling to comfort the baby.
Su Ci: “…”
Yang Yanzong: “…”
"Okay, let's go shopping."
It seems that now is not a suitable time for them to appear.
…
After leaving Su Yan's east courtyard, walking along the stone corridor, the crabapples are in full bloom, the plum blossoms are in bloom, and they are scattered in an orderly manner. There was a new snow the day before, and the white dots dotted the eaves and treetops.
The scenery of the Su Mansion is very beautiful. Chen likes to grow flowers. Later, when she had the means, she also liked to tinker with the garden. The flowers, trees and plants are not expensive, but these are evergreen and green in winter and are very beautiful.
When Su Ci walked to a place not far behind the east courtyard, she actually found a Qianqiu frame that looked somewhat familiar.
——This was restored by Su Di. In the old days, Suiping’s home was small, and the only thing they could play with was this swing. Su Yan liked it, and Su Ci liked it too. The two sisters left many, many beautiful memories there.
The Su family reserved a yard for Su Ci, which was right next to Su Yan's east yard. In the small garden between the two sisters' yards, surrounded by flowers, Su Di specially built a swing here. Su Ci never stayed overnight at her parents' home and didn't even notice it.
She suddenly laughed, ran to the swing frame, sat down, kicked her feet, and swung gently.
Yang Yanzong held his son who had fallen asleep and stood aside, watching with a smile.
The breeze was blowing, the snow was rustling, in the quiet winter garden, he stood in the faint sunshine, watching over her.
His eyes are always so gentle and kind.
After learning the origin of the swing, he also asked: "Shall I install one for you at home?"
Su Ci couldn't help but laugh, "Okay!"
In fact, Su Yan's happiness was inseparable from Yang Yanzong's consent. Otherwise, after the child was born, it would not be up to Su Yan or even the Su family to decide what surname the child would have.
His tolerance towards Su Yan largely came from her.
Su Ci understood it in her heart.
"What are you thinking about?"
The swing swung gently. Su Ci's gaze moved away from the East Courtyard. She tilted her head and leaned on the swing chain, not knowing what she was thinking.
Yang Yanzong took a step forward, hugged her gently, bent down to kiss the ends of her hair, and asked softly.
Su Ci smiled, looked up at him, and said mischievously: "Thinking about the past."
"I was thinking, if it happened again, would I still marry you?"
Yang Yanzong raised his eyebrows: "Have you thought about it?"
"I've thought about it."
Su Ci smiled mischievously, "But I won't tell you!"
She smiled happily, tapped her son's little feet, leaned her face against his abdomen, raised her lips and closed her eyes.
…
The family of three spent a whole day at Su's house and returned home at night. Yang Yanzong took his son back to his room. When he came back, Su Ci had already finished washing up, and it was his turn.
The sound of water was heard in the bathroom. Su Ci listened for a while and smiled slightly. She sat in front of the dressing table and opened a small drawer at the head.
There were several small huanghuali boxes inside, and she opened them one by one.
One was filled with fiery red maple leaves, the other with bright yellow ginkgo and acacia leaves, as well as elm leaves, maple leaves, poplar leaves, and many other round and pointed red and yellow leaves that I couldn't name, and a large box of dried flowers.
Every yellow leaf, red leaf and dried flower, whether named or not, is in perfect appearance, with pointed veins and bright colors, showing that they have been carefully selected.
In September this year, Yang Yanzong went to the northwest to patrol the border.
It was originally planned that a family of three would go together, both to patrol the border and to have fun and relax.
——The poplar and maple forests in the Northwest in the golden autumn have been famous for a long time. The Northwest in autumn, especially today when there is no pollution, is simply a tourist destination!
She had been looking forward to it for a long time and packed a lot of things excitedly, but unfortunately, when the time came, she was unable to set off.
Yuanbao had a fever. The child was growing his last few baby teeth. He had a fever in the middle of the night and felt unwell intermittently afterwards.
The child was so young and he was not feeling well. Yang Yanzong and Su Ci did not dare to take him out, so she had to stay with the child.
Well, there's nothing that can be done about it, but it's certain that Su Ci can't hide her disappointment.
Yang Yanzong had no choice but to set off on his own.
The mother and son went to see him off. He touched her face and whispered to her comfortingly: "Can we go next time?"
"Um!"
Su Ci didn't want him to be thinking about her when he went out, so she smiled widely and kissed him.
After he went out, Su Ci would receive a package of letters every once in a while.
She was curious at first, but after opening it she couldn't help being stunned, and then she started laughing.
Bunches of fiery red maple leaves fell all at once, spreading on the kang, the table, the low couch and the floor. There was a letter inside, saying that he had been to Luoyan Valley. The sky was blue, eagles were flapping their wings, the water in the gorge was crystal clear, and the valley was filled with red leaves, as if they were about to burst into flames at the next moment.
He described the scenery inside to her in detail and also drew a picture. Su Ci opened it and saw that it was so meticulously drawn that it looked like a poem or a painting.
However, he said in the letter: "It's just like that, and it's similar to the Xisha Gorge in Zhengnan that we saw."
After that, wherever he went, she would describe it in detail, draw pictures, and then pick the last leaves and wild flowers for her.
Red, yellow, purple, blue, reflecting the sunlight, colorful.
However, he always ended his letters by belittling the scenery, saying it was just so-so.
When he came back, he told her, "The scenery this year is not very good. According to local herdsmen, it will be better next year and the year after next."
"Let's go next year or the year after."
He tried every way to comfort her.
Su Ci put her head on his shoulder and smiled slightly: "Okay."
Finally, Su Ci collected all the red and yellow leaves and dried flowers he had sent back into a large box. She picked out the best boxes and placed them on her dressing table along with the letters and paintings.
The candlelight was soft at this moment, and she gently opened the box, and a box of bright red poured out. They lay silently inside, but as long as you opened it and looked, you would find that its color was so thick and full that it was about to burst out.
…
The swing frame was installed in a few days.
Under the warm winter sun, Su Ci sat on this brand new swing frame and swung gently.
She swung higher and higher, her sight passing over the evergreen flowers and glimpsing the courtyard on the other side where Yang Yanzong was teaching his son to recite.
Yuanbao's name is Yang Shixun, and he is over three years old this year, four years old in age, so it is time for him to start his education.
As Yuanbao grew older, Yang Yanzong gradually became a strict father.
He told Su Ci many times that he wanted to have another son - the family business was too big, and any mediocre child would not be able to take it over. He probably had concerns in this regard, and thought it would be safer to have a brother's support, and Yuanbao would also have an easier time in the future.
But he told Su Ci, Su Ci had no choice but to give birth naturally if she got pregnant. She spread her hands and said, "I want to, but if I can't get pregnant, there's nothing I can do!"
But anyway, it is true that Su Ci has a very Buddhist mentality. The last time she glared at him, "Love is not like a pregnancy that you carry for ten months, right?"
After that, Yang Yanzong never mentioned it again.
However, his education of Yuanbao was more strict and careful.
He thought of the hardships she had gone through during her pregnancy, and perhaps the couple was destined to have only one son. Yang Yanzong originally wanted to find an old doctor to treat the couple, but after hearing what she said, he never mentioned the matter again.
He didn't mention it to Su Ci deliberately, or try to take credit or express his love for her, and just quietly gave up the idea of having a second child.
Then Yuanbao will have to work harder, as he has to take over his father's family business.
All these, and many more, were things that Su Ci didn't know about how good he was to her and what he had done for her behind her back.
It is a bit like the silent nourishment of the earth, and a bit like the great changes in the world. Although the changes are great, people are unaware of them.
In the past, Yang Yanzong always asked for a lot. For every penny he gave, he would want two in return, as if he was collecting a debt.
But when you really fall in love with someone deeply, you no longer have any demands.
He treated her well silently, and took everything for granted. If her only hope was that the couple could stay together forever, she would always smile.
Gentle, affectionate, and silent.
Su Ci savored this deep love carefully.
To this day, she doesn't need any doubt, she is very sure that Yang Yanzong loves her deeply.
This love, without any stormy waves, was like a trickle of water, wrapping her tightly without her noticing.
But it happened so naturally, giving her a sense of security from the heart.
If you ask Su Ci whether she loves him?
The answer is, love.
As if it was a natural process, she felt truly safe, and her defenses were silently lowered. She didn't know when it started, but bit by bit, he used his love to reserve the missing part and fill it up little by little.
Su Ci didn't think about this process in detail, but a few days ago, under the Qianqiu frame, the thought suddenly flashed through her mind: "If it happened again, would I still marry him?"
Her answer was, marry!
Her love may not be as turbulent as his, but it is like a trickle of water, quietly filling him up without him noticing.
She loves him.
As much as he loved her.
The sun was shining, the children were reading aloud, and the tall and straight black figure was reflected in her bright pupils.
She smiled slightly.
Su Ci tilted her head and leaned on Qianqiu's chain.
Everything will come to fruition naturally, but he doesn’t know it yet?
She thought she had to find a chance to tell him.
I don’t know, what will happen to him then?
I'll probably be very happy.
The sky swayed, and the afternoon breeze brought with it sunshine blew across her face. Su Ci curved her eyes and smiled.
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