After breakfast, Feifei and Doudou went to school, and Niu Guili was also preparing to go to the field to work with Qiao Genbao. At this time, the door was pushed open. Qiao Zhiyuan stood at the gate, followed by Qiao Zhicai, and Qiao Qingyu wanted to go to the old house.

Then she stood at the gate in a daze.

In her life, she has no idea about her parents.

But when he saw Qiao Zhicai with red eyes standing at the door, Qiao Qingyu's tears instantly burst into tears.

This is her dad.

This is her Qiao Qingyu's father!

She, Qiao Qingyu, also has a father!

Qiao Zhicai choked and said, "Qingyubao, why are you still standing stupidly? Let's go with me to see your mother. Your mother agrees to you."

Qiao Zhiyuan also had a smile on his face, Qiao Genbao also breathed a sigh of relief, and Niu Guili was even more so.

Life is getting better and better now, so my mother-in-law should come back quickly. What other people’s daughter-in-law hates the most is living with her mother-in-law, but she is different.

She never missed her mother so much.

And she also likes to stay with Han Xianglan.

In rural areas, it is rare to see women with gentle temperament, let alone mother-in-law who can teach their sons and daughters to memorize ancient poems.

There are really not ones from Shilibatun.

She also said excitedly, "Qingyu, hurry up, I will take our mother back today. I will go home at noon and bake oil cakes and stew sauerkraut soup for you."

Qiao Genbao looked at Qiao Zhicai with hope, "Dad, can you come back later? Otherwise, I will take a morning off this morning and I will drive a car to pick my mother up."

Qiao Zhicai waved his hand and said impatiently, "You two go to the field to work quickly, don't delay work. Even if your mother comes back, you don't have to take it."

Then he waved to Qiao Qingyu not far away, "Why are you still standing there? Let's go quickly."

Qiao Qingyu smiled and rushed to Qiao Zhicai's side with brisk steps.

"Dad, my mom really agreed to see me?"

"What am I lying to you? Besides, your dad has the courage to lie to you."

Qiao Zhiyuan laughed.

He gave the bicycle to his younger brother, and Qiao Zhicai carried Qiao Qingyu around the river and went to the next village.

There is a thatched house at the east end of the village, which is broken and old. It seems that a heavy snowfall will crush it in winter. Qiao Zhicai and Han Xianglan live here temporarily.

Qiao Qingyu stood up straight, and the old lady in the Qiao family brigade had been solved by her. Not to mention now, no one dared to tell them about their shortcomings in the next few decades.

So Han Xianglan faced only a pleasing and enthusiastic smile when she went back.

But Qiao Qingyu was still a little nervous.

In her memory, although Han Xianglan was a gentle and beautiful woman, she was also an extremely sensitive and thoughtful woman.

She didn't know if she would be seen as not the original owner anymore.

But so what?

If God gave her a choice and asked her to go back to her own world now, she would turn around and leave without hesitation, but so far, she had no chance to leave here, so she could only take one step at a time.

Qiao Qingyu gritted her teeth and moved forward step by step.

Seeing Qiao Zhicai felt a little distressed, but this child was still scared.

He comforted him, "Your mother is no longer angry, don't worry..." Then he raised his voice in the yard, "Xianglan, our Qingyubao is back."

The next second, the worn-out window was pushed open, and a face that looked very similar to her appeared behind the window.

She has short hair that is combed to her ears, her skin is fair and her eyes have fine wrinkles.

She is very thin and has a unique and unforgettable temperament. You can imagine how beautiful she is when she is young.

Han Xianglan stared at Qiao Qingyu intently, and then said softly, "Zhicai, you'll be in the yard for a while, I'll say a few words to my daughter."

Qiao Zhicai was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, you two mothers talk, I'll go to the back of our house and cut some willow branches."

After saying that, Qiao Zhicai slowly left with a sickle.

He stopped getting involved when the mother and the mother talked.

But his steps were relaxed and his waist was straight.

Qiao Qingyu walked around the window and pushed open the dilapidated door. The thatched hut was really broken and old, with yellow mud falling off the walls, but it was clean and tidy.

Qiao Qingyu entered the house, while Han Xianglan sat on the kang wearing a piece of clothing, her lips trembled a little.

She stared at Qiao Qingyu intently.

Qiao Qingyu also looked up at Han Xianglan.

At this moment, Qiao Qingyu suddenly felt that she could deceive everyone in this world, but she could not hide the eyes in front of her.

Han Xianglan's heart tightened.

When she left the Qiao family brigade, her daughter was very happy and did not look back to see if her mother could bear it.

And those eyes were still in a daze, and they didn't seem to know how to live tomorrow.

At this moment, facing her eyes that were like a clear spring, her hands trembled a little.

Her mind even had a moment of blankness.

Qiao Qingyu broke the silence and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Mom, I'm here to see you..."

Han Xianglan was still staring at Qiao Qingyu in a steady state.

After a while, she suddenly asked, "Qingyu, if life could be repeated, would you still marry He Xiuyu in that way?"

Qiao Qingyu shook her head decisively, "Mom, if life can be repeated, I will not go to see Uncle He, nor will I marry He Xiuyu in such a way. I will never have any involvement with the He family, nor will I make you embarrassed. Mom, I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."

Han Xianglan felt a big stone pressing against her heart, and suddenly she was moved away.

Her expression eased a little bit, and her eyes became softer. She looked at Qiao Qingyu, but Qiao Qingyu felt a little furry. She always felt that Han Xianglan was looking at someone through her.

Did Han Xianglan notice something?

It shouldn't be possible.

No matter how delicate Han Xianglan is, she can't guess that she is wearing a book.

But why does she think of herself like this?

"Mom, isn't I right?"

Han Xianglan finally came to her senses, her voice a little hoarse, "You are right, this is my Han Xianglan's daughter."

Then he said slowly, "He Xiuyu is a good child and is very outstanding. Since you have married him, live a good life."

Qiao Qingyu bit her lip and said nothing.

Han Xianglan leaned against the wall, and tears flowed out involuntarily again. She felt that she was going crazy. Maybe she was crazy, or maybe she had something wrong with her heart.

Qiao Qingyu in front of me is still unfamiliar.

Although she has clear eyes, her aura is very strong.

Such a strong aura is because she is confident and proud enough.

And there is also a temperament that is well-read in poetry and books.

Can her daughter become like this within half a year?
Chapter completed!