I promise

Chapter 963 Forgive
On the sixteenth day of the winter month, it snows for the first time in Luoyang.

Mu Dianke held the freshly brewed tea soup and looked out of the window. The distant mountains were dyed with a touch of crystal color, half pale and half white, reflecting the rainbow, just like the scene of the snow in early spring.

She used to dislike snow days very much.

In the winter when the Jin family was wiped out, the overwhelming snow fell one after another, as if to bury the whole world alive; the winter in Mobei was terribly cold, with endless pale yellow covering endless white, and the vast expanse without a trace of life; Jiangnan The snow is gentle, brushing the low eaves and white walls, like endless sorrow...

Xu is that the mountains in Changjiabao are pleasant. Seeing the rain and snow in the past few years, the stuffy feeling of stuffing wet cotton in the chest is gone. Rainy days have the poetic charm of rainy days, and snow has the clearness of snow.

"It's still comfortable to live in my mother's house." Chang Huaiyu took a puff of tea smoke, and gently shook the bright Su Hong in the cup-black tea nourishes yang, can drive away the cold, and is most suitable for drinking in this season.

"Every time I see the mountains, I will think of the few words you said: 'Pingshan is suitable for moon, high mountain is suitable for snow', it really is such a thing."

Chang Huaiyu squinted at the falling snow on the clustered mountains, and sighed comfortably, "The mountains in Changjiabao are truly unforgettable."

Mu Dianke smiled softly, lowered his head and took a sip of hot tea, the mellow aroma filled his cheeks, "Speaking of it, it's been five years. I remember that I went to Qinglian Garden with my third aunt to pick plums, and I brought Ju Yan, Ju Yan, Yan is only two months old."

The smile froze on Chang Huaiyu's lips.

She didn't know why Mu Dianke mentioned Ju Yan at this moment.

In the winter five years ago, Chang Huaixuan hadn't reconciled with his father, and his paranoia almost killed Ju Yan.And as Huaixuan's own sister, no matter how angry she is, her first thought is to protect her.Therefore, there was the first and only conflict with Mu Dianke, which was a matter of life and death.

"A few days ago, Ju Yan slept with me and said that he had a big trouble recently: he wanted to grow up quickly, but he didn't want to grow up."

Mu Dian remembered his son's troubled look, and frowned unconsciously, "Grandpa will grow old when he grows up; but he also wants to learn medical skills early and heal my aunt's arm. He is still worried, too A disease that neither grandpa nor father can cure, whether I can do it myself."

Chang Huaixuan froze for a moment, her nose couldn't help feeling sour.

"This child is so sensible and kind...It makes people feel distressed."

Chang Huaixuan's left arm was abolished by Chang Jihai himself, and he has been ignorant for five years.It is not incurable.But even Chang Huaixuan himself never thought of treating her.The default is to punish her for those few needles that pierced Ju Yan back then.

Chang Qianfo has three sons, Chang Huaixuan is the only one who dotes on Juyan, and takes care of him the most, which is also because he feels ashamed.

Mu Dianke lowered his eyelashes, not really wanting to recall the past, "My little aunt was in the third year of pounding rice on Daigo Mountain, and my grievances with her were settled. But I can't forgive on behalf of Ju Yan."

She smiled, "But Ju Yan forgave."

Chang Huaiyu wanted to hold back but couldn't, and finally lost her composure in front of the junior.

"I, I always couldn't figure it out before." She turned her back and raised her finger to wipe away the tears, "The old man has saved lives and healed the wounded all his life, why should his children be so poor and hurt so many hearts in their later years? It turns out that the blessings come later—— — Changjiabao is truly blessed to have a daughter-in-law like you."

Mu Dianke smiled, "Grandfather taught me well."

"After much deliberation, it's best for my aunt to come forward to persuade me." Mu Dianke pondered, "The old man is getting older and has a lot of worries. I mentioned it once, but I didn't agree."

"The old man values ​​you." Chang Huaiyu said, "I'm still afraid that your heart will be chilled."

Mu Dianke nodded, "So I have to ask my third aunt to help me think of a way to dispel Grandpa's worries. The most important thing is not to hurt the heart of a child."

Chang Huaiyu smiled, "With what you said, I don't think there is any need to think about it. No matter how stubborn the old man is, he still wants to listen to his great-great-grandson."

Chang Juyan and his two younger brothers were building lions in the snow. When they saw their mother coming downstairs, they rushed to meet her. His jewel eyes were shining brightly, full of anticipation. "Did the third aunt agree to intercede with my little aunt?"

Mu Dian nodded with a smile.

Chang Juyan cheered, jumped up and down, and shouted, "That's great!"

In the next moment, he vacated his body, was picked up by his mother, and gave him a big kiss on the face.

"Mom, I'm already five years old." He said awkwardly, "Besides, I'm very heavy."

"You're not your mother's child at the age of five?" Mu Dian laughed and said, taking advantage of the situation and made a heavy movement, "Well, it's a bit heavy. Hurry up and hug more while you can move now."

Ju Yan was a little happy, but also embarrassed.

"Mother hug!" "Mother hug!"

The twins who were wrapped up like a ball stumbled and chased after each other, each hugging Mu Dianke by one leg.Fortunately, their mother is a martial arts practitioner, and her feet are steady.

"Oh." Chang Juyan sighed maturely, "The two of them are like this, they want to grab everything."

The days are short in winter, and the twilight settles down before long.

Chang Qianfo came back covered in thin snow, and saw that Mu Dianke was taking three children to put bells on the newly piled snow lion.

Ju Yan picked out a red lantern in his hand, the soft light rippling on the water reflected the faces of the mother and child, all of them had crooked smiling eyes.

The fatigue caused by the whole day's running around disappeared in an instant.

After dinner, Mu Dian can read the ledger under the lamp.

Chang Qianfo sat on the other side of the house and told stories to the children, from Kuafu to Jingwei's reclamation of the sea, and to the firefly reflecting the snow and chiseling the wall for light.

The two brothers Cheng Que and Ruochong stared at Yuanyuan, listening intently.

It's a pity that Chang Juyan is an older child, and he has long stopped listening to these children's stories.

"Mom, let me help you." He leaned over to his mother and looked at the dazzling numbers on the ledger curiously, but he knew them all.

"No need." Mu Dian laughed, "You have things to do right now. You have to do your mother's work yourself. When you grow up, when it's time for you to shoulder the burden, there will be no less things to do."

"Oh." Chang Juyan nodded, half understanding.

After sitting there for a while, he said, "Mom, I still can't think of the reason why you asked me to water the flowers with a broken ladle."

"Don't worry." Mu Dianke lowered his head and picked the beads, and said softly, "When the time comes, I will naturally figure it out."

How can I not be in a hurry, if I can't figure it out one day, I have to continue to water the flowers with that leaky ladle.

In the mother's study, there are clearly a hundred gourds made by him, each of which is in good condition.

It's just not that big.

Something clearly flashed through his mind, very close to the answer that he had been thinking about for a long time, but it was a pity that it was so fleeting that he failed to grasp it.

Ju Yan was a little annoyed: Everyone praised him for being smart since he was a child, and he also knew that he was extremely smart, but why couldn't he figure it out this time?
"Look at this, after tonight, the shallow water beach on the north bank will freeze over." Mu Dianke raised his eyes to see the falling snow shadows on the window paper, but said the same thing as Chang Qianfo, "What are you doing next?" Is it? If you can spare time, why don’t you take Ju Yan to play ice hockey someday?”

"I'm free." Chang Qianfo replied very quickly, "Take Si Zhao and June, and the two little boys of An An's family."

Yang Sizhao is Yang Ye's posthumous son, who was brought to Changjiabao by Chang Qianfo three years ago, and he was very caring.

"Si Zhao is more than two years older than them, you have to find a few more older children, otherwise he may not have a good time."

Chang Qianfo smiled, "Madam made a point."

"And me! And me!" Seeing that his father and mother were chatting passionately, Ruo Chong pulled his father's sleeve anxiously, fearing that he would be left behind.

"Father, I want to play too." Cheng Que was not to be outdone.

Mu Dian couldn't help laughing, "All go."

(End of this chapter)