Chapter 295 Belonging
"When it gets cold, people just want to stay in warm places and don't want to go out," Lu Qingqing sighed.
In the courtyard, Mo Lang turned and glanced at her, wondering if there was any special meaning behind his words.
It seems not.
Lu Qingqing, wearing a cotton cloak with her hands tucked inside, looked up at the sky with her fair face, as if it were just a casual remark.
So Mo Lang continued teaching with the stick.
Tap Sixi's leg, raise Chaolu's arm, and look at the charlatan Qiaoxiu...
Forget it, he's a martial arts failure.
Don't waste your time on her.
Lu Qingqing sighed again, "The sun is shining nicely today, why don't we soak up some sun?"
who?
Isn't this just sitting in the sun?
The door behind Lu Qingqing opened, and Lu Yun walked out. Mo Lang suddenly realized what was going on.
Lu Yun was dressed neatly, but looked resentful. "What happened to you? I just came back from the workshop!"
"Hehe, sorry to bother you, but this is a portrait of you. It's all framed, you can hang it in your room!"
Lu Qingqing flipped her hand and handed a scroll to Lu Luyun with a smile.
Lu Yun's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to open it.
Then, he grinned strangely and said, "What is this? Is this me? Is this your second sister-in-law? Why do I have horns on my head?"
Upon hearing this, Qiaoxiu immediately stopped practicing and ran over to watch.
Si Xi swayed and craned her neck, she was extremely anxious!
He wants to see it too!
Chaolu whispered to Molang, "Brother Molang, is dinner ready soon? I want to go to the kitchen to help."
Mo Lang's face hardened, and he threw down the stick. "There's no way to teach him anymore!"
After saying that, he turned around and went to look at the painting.
"..."
Lu Yun stared at the painting. At first, it looked really awkward, but the more he looked at it, the more pleasing it became, and in the end, it looked quite beautiful!
It's so adorable.
She was still wearing a red wedding dress, so festive!
He also realized why he had horns on his head.
He was born in the Year of the Ox, hence the ox horns! Lin Ye is a year younger than him, and he even has the character "王" (king) on his head!
"Not bad, not bad."
Lu Yun was very satisfied and was about to take it inside to show Lin Ye.
When he looked up, several heads were gathered together, staring at his painting.
"Stop looking, you can't get it out of your eyes," Lu Yun said smugly.
Qiaoxiu shouted, "I want it! I want it too!"
Si Xi feigned innocence: "Little aunt, you look dazzlingly beautiful today."
Chaolu liked it too, but it was nowhere near as appealing to her as the food. She sniffed around, trying to guess what Chaoxia had cooked that day.
Mo Lang stared at the painting without moving.
Lu Qingqing asked, "Do you want it?"
Mo Lang pursed his lips, a spark igniting in his otherwise indifferent eyes: "If I were to request it, would you, Miss, grant me the painting?"
"It's no big deal, of course I'll draw it for you!" Lu Qingqing waved her hand generously.
"Then, please paint a picture for the young master!"
"..."
This is hopeless!
Lu Yun ran into the house and snatched the embroidered handkerchief from Lin Ye's hand.
"Oh dear, why did you pick this up again? Let your hands and eyes rest!"
Lin Ye's eyes were bright; she had heard everything they were saying outside, but because she was in a hurry to finish that little bit of embroidery, she didn't go out.
"No, look at me..." she wanted to say something.
But he was interrupted by an excited Lu Yun:
"Look at the painting first."
Lu Yun unfolded his robes in front of her. "Isn't it beautiful? Look, you even have a king on your head. Amazing, the king of beasts! From now on, I'll tremble in fear whenever you roar."
Wife, have mercy! Wife, have mercy!
Lin Ye was amused by him again, and she liked the painting very much. She was probably too happy, because a little tear squeezed out of the corner of her eye.
She's so lucky to have married into such a good family as the Lu family.
Lu Yun's eyes gradually deepened, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
"Hit a nail and hang it on the wall."
Lin Ye took the painting, climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed), and compared it to the wall to look at it.
A warm body pressed against my back.
She shuddered, and a warm current began to emanate from her entire body.
"Stop fooling around... It's time for lunch, you still have to go to the workshop this afternoon."
"I'm not kidding, let me see if the painting is suitable."
Lin Ye was about to faint.
Then why are you squeezing in?
She had to be careful not to fold the painting, so she pressed it back hard.
One squeezes, the other presses.
Then……
Lu Yun deliberately feigned weakness and lay back down.
Lin Ye then crashed into him.
"Oh my, oh my, as expected of the King, you are so strong!"
Lin Ye, her face flushed, got up and placed the painting on the kang (a heated brick bed).
She got off the kang (heated brick bed), put on her shoes, and ran outside.
I won't stay in the house with him!
Lu Yun chuckled.
That's right, what's the point of staying indoors all day? You need to get more sunshine to stay healthy.
...
Just as the pot was overturned, several more beggars arrived at the Lu family's door.
With the Lunar New Year approaching, there have been a lot more beggars these past few days.
The Lu family had prepared a lot of steamed buns made with wild vegetables, coarse flour, and bran.
For those who have food, this is absolutely unpalatable, but for those who are truly begging, it is life-saving food that can fill their stomachs.
Morning Glow and Morning Dew took the baskets out and distributed them.
Just as they were about to close the door, Liu Erzhu came to deliver a message.
"Uncle Lu said he won't be back for dinner. He's busy writing Spring Festival couplets and won't have time. He asked Lu Yun to bring him some food later."
The saying goes that morning dew and morning glow enter the house.
Lu Yun smiled first.
"Dad is really something, he dares to write even though he only knows those two characters."
"If anyone comes to Liuyun Village in the future and sees the couplets on each house's door, good heavens, three out of ten characters are wrong! They'll laugh at our village to death!"
In the past, Ning Xiuwen wrote all the couplets in the village. Now there are no scholars left in the village. Only the Lu family can read. Moreover, Ding Daniu has been spreading rumors that Old Man Lu is a very learned man. Now everyone is going to him to write Spring Festival couplets.
Who cares if it's well-written or not? The key is that I don't charge any money!
Ning Xiuwen used to charge three copper coins for a pair of Spring Festival couplets!
“If Dad hears this, he’ll beat you!” Lu Qingqing said.
"How would Father know? Unless you betrayed him! And the one who betrayed him was a bastard!"
You look like a turtle!
The two maids quickly and efficiently set the meal on the table and distributed chopsticks.
Xi Bao bounced around in Feng Xiaowan's arms, making muffled sounds of "food, food".
Steam rose from the pot of porridge, filling the room.
The clinking of chopsticks and the constant laughter filled the air.
Mo Lang held the bowl, thinking:
He understood the feeling the young master was describing.
It's warm and cozy, and I feel happy, but there's also a sense of unease, longing, and greed in my heart. I want to freeze time forever in this moment.
Is this what you meant by "belonging," young master?
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