Yang Donghu smiled and said, "I heard that Big Brother Yang was going to Suizhou, so I thought of coming to see him off. I hope Big Brother Yang gets what he wants and gets his name on the imperial examination."
"Thank you." Yang Anchen laughed: "Thank you for your good wishes."
The two of them must have something private to say. After Yang Donghu finished his polite exchanges, he and Zhao Luochuan walked away, leaving the two of them alone.
"What are you holding?" The two stood face to face for a while. Zhao Fangchu was too embarrassed to speak first. Yang Anchen didn't expect that he could see his sweetheart again before leaving. At this moment, he couldn't stop smiling.
Zhao Fangchu handed over the things in his hand and blinked: "I made something casually. You can share it on the way."
As they came back and forth, he noticed the purse on his waist and blushed as he said, "It's not well embroidered this time, and I was in a hurry. I'll embroider a better one for you next time when I have the chance."
"No," Yang Anchen said gently, looking at the blushing boy in front of him. "This is great. I like it very much. I will carry it with me every day from now on."
Zhao Fangchu's face was still flushed, and she nodded slightly as he spoke. There were many things she wanted to say in her heart, but all she could say was "Have a nice trip".
After he finished speaking, he added quietly: "I will miss you."
Yang Anchen has never agreed with the saying that beauty can mislead people, especially when he was sixteen or seventeen years old. He felt that a man should do something and it was not a good thing for him to be trapped in love. But now his sweetheart stood in front of him, hesitant to say anything, saying that she would miss him. Yang Anchen really wanted to go back to the past and tell his seventeen-year-old self that you are still too young.
"Me too. If it weren't for the years of studying sage books, I would really want to hug you in this crowded place. But I can't. Fang Chu, wait for me to come back. When I come back, I will let everyone know that you are my sweetheart, and then I will marry you openly."
Such a long paragraph has made Zhao Fangchu so confused that he can't even tell the directions. His ears, which are already red, seem to be even redder and can bleed.
"I know."
What you say is nothing. Even if Yang Anchen says what will happen in the future, it is just empty talk. If it were not for the Autumn Examination, as a practical man, Yang Anchen would never say these things before things are done.
But Zhao Fangchu believed everything he said. When Yang Anchen said he would marry him if he passed the exam, he thought he would still be willing to marry him even if he failed.
But after all, he was a young man who was just beginning to fall in love, so Zhao Fangchu could only say that he knew, and he couldn't say anything else like Yang Anchen did.
If he delayed any longer, noon would probably pass by. Although Yang Anchen was reluctant, he still hardened his heart and said goodbye to Zhao Fangchu.
The sound of horse hooves rang out, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared around the corner of the mountain road. Zhao Fangchu just watched until even the last bit of its shadow was swallowed up by the darkness, and then he reluctantly withdrew his gaze.
Yang Donghu walked over to him with his arms folded, gently nudged Zhao Fangchu with his shoulder, and when he didn't respond, he waved his hand in front of his eyes: "Okay, he's gone far away, don't look at him anymore. Three months will pass quickly. When he comes back, you two won't have to be so secretive anymore."
It's easy to say; three months is just a matter of words. But it's hard to empathize with someone who hasn't experienced it themselves. Yang Donghu understood this, and after dragging the person into the car, he coaxed her, "Don't be upset. I heard Meishanlou has a new dish called Crispy Pork with Fermented Red Bean Sauce and Drunken Shrimp. I've never tried either of them. Let's go through town later, so how about buying both and taking them back to try them?"
Zhao Fangchu nodded, but wasn't particularly interested. Yang Donghu's eyes flickered as he spoke again, "The wonton lady has set up another stall selling iced rice wine. I bought a bowl when I came to town yesterday. It's sweet and quite tasty. It's going to be hot soon, so why don't we buy a couple of bowls to cool down?"
This time, Zhao Fangchu finally showed some reaction. He turned his head with a bitter face and said tearfully, "Can I have two bowls?"
"Okay, any number of bowls is fine. If you want anything else, I'll buy it all for you today."
Finally, he managed to make people happy. Money was a small matter. Things were about to get hot. Zhao Luochuan drove the carriage faster than when he came. He hurriedly bought things in the town and went back to rest.
Zhao Fangyu and Yang Anjin haven't come back yet. It is estimated that they may not come back until the sun is about to set. Xiao Taole is at home, sometimes comforted by Xiangping, sometimes hugged by Zhu Cuilan. She didn't cry all morning. But when she saw Yang Donghu, she opened her arms and begged for him to hold her.
Holding a baby weighing more than ten pounds for a while doesn't feel like a big deal, but if you hold it for too long, you will feel soreness in your body. Zhu Cuilan has felt numbness in her forearms for the past two days.
Yang Donghu told her to hold the baby less and rest more, but Zhu Cuilan didn't listen. She held Taole in her arms all day long and would not let go. If she couldn't see her for a while, she would start nagging.
It is true that whoever gave birth to the child is the closest to him. As soon as little Taole was held in Yang Donghu's arms, he grinned foolishly. Zhao Luochuan felt a little jealous and couldn't help but hold the child in his arms.
Zhu Cuilan was free and sat on a chair, pounding her arms. Then she realized that several people had just returned from outside, sweating profusely. She asked, "What have you been doing in this hot sun?"
"The streets are busy today, and I can't stand staying at home, so I went for a walk in town and bought two dishes. It's just right for you to take a break at noon. I'll go make a pot of rice soup later, and we can have a snack at noon."
Zhu Cuilan had no doubts and was still focused on Xiao Taole. Now that her family was well off, she had nothing to say about the young people's habit of spending money recklessly.
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