Salted fish dressed as Xiaofubao of the age

Chapter 23 The Homecoming Daughter

On New Year's Eve, there was an inexplicable cry outside the house.

Yue Jiannan didn't dare to move his chopsticks, his arms were densely covered with goosebumps.

Damn, it's weird no matter how you think about it.

Lin Chunju glanced at Yue Qingqing, who was being held by Zhang Ying, and said boldly after making sure that her granddaughter was fine.

"I'll open the door and see what's going on."

Yue Jiandong stood up first, "Mother, I'll go."

The door was opened, and the dry cold wind outside the house suddenly poured into the room. A young woman with red and swollen eyes stood outside the door.

"elder brother!"

The woman seemed to have won the backbone, and staggered and fell through the door.

Yue Jiandong hurriedly caught it, "Xiaofang, you...why are you going home on New Year's Eve."

Lin Chunju stood up abruptly.

It was her married daughter who came.

Yue Jianxi hurried to close the door, Yue Jiannan rushed up to wipe Yue Xiaofang's tears with his sleeve.

"Sister, what happened? You came back alone?"

As soon as these words came out, Yue Xiaofang's tears were about to flow down again.

But she raised her head and wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand indiscriminately.

"It's okay, I'm just too homesick."

Can't cry.

Today is the New Year's Eve, and as a married woman, returning to her natal family is enough to make her family feel bad, and she can't bring the bad luck back.

Everyone knew that Yue Xiaofang's reason for going home could not be what she said, but everyone looked at each other and tacitly stopped asking.

Wang Xiaoni went to the stove to get a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and Zhang Ying moved a stool beside Lin Chunju.

Yue Xiaofang sat down with her head bowed, and her hand was held by her mother to breathe.

"It's so cold all the way here, why don't you wear more, kid? Are you wearing cotton pants?"

Familiar actions and words as in childhood.

The tears that Yue Xiaofang had just stopped burst into tears again.

She hurriedly changed the subject, "Mom, this is Qingqing, she looks so pretty, and Xiaohu has grown up too, so it's really different from when she was born."

Although Yue Xiaofang only married into a neighboring village, she could not go home easily according to the rules.

The last time she came back was when Wang Xiaoni had just given birth, Yue Xiaofang came with a red envelope, and her husband urged her to leave after only a quarter of an hour.

After formally adopting Yue Qingqing, Yue Jiandong found someone who dropped by to bring a message, but he hadn't seen him for half a year.

Yue Qingqing looked up at Yue Xiaofang, like a snow-white glutinous rice dumpling.

For some reason, Yue Xiaofang felt that her heartache and shame gradually calmed down.

Yue Qingqing could see it clearly, Yue Xiaofang's air was gray, obviously extremely sad, but there was a faint milky white floating in the sky, this is...

"Okay, eating is the biggest thing in the world. It's good for Xiaofang to come back in his [-]s, and the family can have a good get-together."

Lin Chunju filled a bowl with dumplings for her daughter.

The Yue family tried their best to eat happily as if nothing had happened, and Yue Jiannan made jokes on the sidelines, making everyone laugh from time to time.

Yue Jianxi grimaced and picked up vegetables for his sister.

Yue Xiaofang said in surprise: "The Chinese New Year at home this year is much more prosperous than before."

Yue Jiandong smiled and said, "Just a few months ago, the village organized ditches and got half a month's wages."

Yue Xiaofang was shocked immediately, "I heard that the ground collapsed halfway through the digging, brother, are you okay!"

Yue's family hurriedly comforted him, explaining the cause and effect.

Only then did Yue Xiaofang feel relieved, and said again and again: "Fortunately, fortunately, Qingqing is a little lucky star."

Seeing her daughter gradually relaxing, Lin Chunju winked at her eldest son.

Yue Jiandong understood, "Sister, I'll pour you a bowl of water."

As he spoke, he picked up the water bowl by the table, and as if by accident, the water sloshed out and poured onto his sleeve.

"How old is he, and he's still frizzy."

Lin Chunju pretended to reprimand, and rolled up her daughter's sleeves to wipe her.

Yue Xiaofang wanted to stop it but failed. She pushed up her sleeves, only to see dense bruises all over them.

Some are old wounds, while others are clearly new.

Just looking at it makes one's scalp tingle.

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