I promise

Chapter 897
Before Chang Qianfo and Mu Dianke entered the door, Chang Jihai had asked Uncle Fu to prepare incense candles, paper money, etc., and put them in a rattan basket.

There are also two huge white lanterns placed side by side.

It is extremely disproportionate to the prosperous and auspicious atmosphere inside and outside the house.

Mu Dianke was taken aback for a moment, and his eyes quickly became hot.

Today is the memorial day of the Jin family.She originally planned to wait for the New Year's dinner and the family reunion, and then she would find an excuse to slip out and find a place where no one was around to put the lanterns.

——This is her one person's kiss, one person's pain.You shouldn't make others feel unlucky on this great day, ruin the atmosphere, and spoil your mood.

Unexpectedly, Chang Jihai had thought of it for her.

"You are married to the Chang family, and you are the daughter-in-law of the Chang family. Only when the husband and wife are united as one can the family prosper." Chang Jihai said, "You have worshiped the ancestors of the Chang family, and the thousand Buddhas should accompany you to pay homage to the dead relatives. "

What he said was so embarrassing to thousands of Buddhas.

What he originally thought was that the Jin family was not the close relatives of Mu Dianke's parents.He just needs to be with Mu Dianke on this day, so that she can be happy and forget about those bad things.

But how can it be forgotten?
After all, because of the childhood relationship between Mu Dianke and Jin Yanchen, he fell in love.On the contrary, Chang Jihai's understanding of Mu Dianke was not as deep as that of Chang Jihai.

The two left Changjiabao with lanterns and offerings, rowed to Dongsong Beach, placed incense candle offerings on the shore, looked northwest and knelt down and kowtowed three times.

Then let out the white lantern with two people's names on it.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and the dense snowflakes enveloped the entire green water lake. In the place where the light was not enough, light and darkness overlapped, and it seemed to be connected to an underworld.

The Kongming lantern crossed the lake and penetrated into the deep darkness.

Chang Qianfo stroked Mu Dianke's hair that was blown tousled by the wind, let her lie in his arms, and shed tears for a while.

This year's New Year's Eve is destined to be different for Mu Dianke.

It was the first year she married into Changjiabao.

It was also the first year, when she put out the lanterns to express her condolences, in addition to missing, she also felt uneasy.

——She wants to tell her relatives in the sky that she has a husband and son-in-law.Not the man they had hoped for.

When we returned to Heshengtang, it was already dark.

Uncle Fu is putting the New Year's Eve dinner on the table.

It is a common dish on the New Year's Eve dinner table of Luoyang people: jelly-dried vegetables, jelly skin, stewed vegetables, small crispy meat, braised carp, steamed jujube buns, and a bowl of mutton soup specially made for Mu Dian.

Of course, dumplings are indispensable.

The plump and plump white jade dumplings lie in the golden noodles.Fu Bo said that this is called "golden thread piercing Yuanbao", which is a good omen.

This was the most comfortable New Year's Eve dinner that Mu Dianke had.

After dinner, the family watches the New Year together.

Chang Jihai tested Chang Qianfo's medical skills, and Chang Suyi held a thick paper as before, and sat aside to take notes seriously.

She couldn't write fast, and Chang Qianfo also spoke slower than usual, and sometimes she had to stop and wait for her.

In the end, Mu Dianke took the pen from Chang Suyi's hand and copied it for her, so that she could concentrate on listening to her grandfather and brother discussing medical skills.

Thanks to the experience of helping Chang Qianfo sort out pulse cases at Huairentang, even if Mu Dian could not understand the conversation between the grandparents and grandson, he could still write the words.

The fire from the stove was shining brightly on the lap, and the pen nib was passing the paper, making a rustling sound.At this moment, her heart was extremely peaceful, she just felt that sitting like this, even when she was old, the world was barren, but she was also very happy.

After the examination of Chang Qian Buddha, Chang Jihai asked Chang Suyi about his recent schoolwork, saying that the flowers and plants in the garden - there are medicines and poisons, and then he talked about Lingfu's three-point vegetable field, a one-acre melon field.

It was only then that Mu Dian knew that Ling Fu, the great butler of Changjiabao, had always been fond of growing vegetables; Changde, the head of the house guard, loved to go fishing by boat; Yumin was the most elegant: playing chess, reading, playing the zither; When the knife is tired, I find someone to play a few rounds of bamboo cards...

Before I knew it, it was past noon.

Fu Bo brought a few sweet potatoes, buried them in the hearth, and scattered a bag of peanuts around the periphery.Not long after, a strange fragrance wafted from the stove.

Chang Jihai is old and doesn't eat much.

A few young people were greedy, and happily picked out peanuts around the stove with hooks. They took out one and rushed to eat it, but it was hot, and they patted their mouths and exhaled and inhaled.

Chang Qianfo was the loser most of the time, he managed to snatch a few of them, and deliberately showed off, throwing it high and grabbing it with his mouth, halfway let Mu Dianke snatch it away, and backhandedly fed it to Chang Suyi.

Uncle Fu smiled wrinkled and overlapping, like a flower that has experienced frost, vicissitudes and joy, and said to Chang Jihai, "Look at these children making a fuss."

The old man can see that the old man is really happy today.

Grandpa has been gone for more than ten years.In previous years, on New Year's Eve, the old man brought a pair of grandchildren to celebrate. Even though he was kind and filial to his ancestors, he was happy and harmonious, but it was a bit deserted after all.

Not to mention, Chang Qianfo hasn't spent New Year's Eve at home for three years.

There are two more people this year, strictly speaking, one more.Strange to say, it seemed like there were more than a dozen people, and it became lively all of a sudden.

Maybe there are not only people, but also a hope.

Mu Dianke took half a baked sweet potato from Chang Qianfo's hand and ate it with relish.

The sweet potatoes with rotten cores are glutinous and sweet, and she has already eaten two in a row.If it wasn't for the fact that the potato flesh was too hot to eat, it would be hard to say whether she could maintain such a refined manner in front of her elders.

At this time, Chang Ji Hai said, "I'll take your pulse."

Mu Dianke paused for a moment, making sure that Chang Jihai was talking to him, then wiped his charcoal-stained hand on the hem of his skirt, and handed it over.

She didn't know what happened, but Chang Jihai had his intentions when he said so.

Probably to see if the remaining poison in her body has been cleared?
It was Chang Qianfo who came to his senses and stared nervously at Chang Jihai's face.

At Chang Jihai's level, he no longer needs to feel his pulse when he is diagnosing a disease.Today, however, he tapped Mu Dianke's wrist and counted his breath, with a rare serious expression.

Chang Qianfo was overjoyed and then suspicious again, his heart fluttered, and finally he couldn't hold back anymore, he raised his hand and grabbed Mu Dianke's other wrist.

Chang Jihai's head was loosened, his face relaxed, and he smiled very silently.As if making a sound would scare away the joy.

He raised his hand and knocked in the void, which meant to light a cigarette.

Chang Qianfo instantly settled down, and blurted out, "I'm going to be a father?!"

Only then did the beating and powerful pulse reach his fingertips through the warm skin—the smooth pulse was as smooth as pearls, flowing back and forth but still moving forward, it was undoubtedly a happy pulse.

Fu Bo was overjoyed.Just thinking about the small number of people, the young lady will be happy.This is really what you want!
Hastily fetched the pipe, the tobacco leaves were all stuffed, and the fire was turned on, but Chang Jihai put down the pipe, "I won't smoke."

"Don't smoke, don't smoke." Uncle Fu responded with a smile, "Be good to the children."

He asked again, "A bowl of noodles for the old man?"

Chang Jihai nodded, "Give the young lady a bowl too. Then lie down."

Uncle Fu went away with a smile, Chang Jihai raised his hand and threw the cigarette bag at Chang Qianfo, "You brat!"

There are some things that a grandfather can’t say in front of his granddaughter and granddaughter--Mu Dian has nothing wrong with his body, and his fetal appearance is considered stable, but there are actually signs of yin deficiency--he is a doctor, and he doesn't know that his wife is nearly half a month pregnant!How dare he lose his face and be unhappy? !

No matter how clever Mu Dian is, it's not enough right now.

The most pitiful thing was Chang Suyi, she was immersed in the joy of becoming an aunt soon, rubbing her hands and not knowing what to do, the grandfather started beating and scolding the grandson?

Then what did the sister-in-law say?
——"The martial arts contest between Sanyue and the head of Qin...is it still comparable?"

Judging by the look on Grandpa's face, if he still had a pipe in his hand, he would beat his sister-in-law too.

Is she smiling or not?
(End of this chapter)