Song Nuan nodded, looked at the people around them, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, I'll go to the hall first."

"Go and go, we won't work hard."

Wen Chongzheng held the child with both hands and couldn't free up his hand to hold Song Nuan.

He turned his head, pressed it down, and leaned into Song Nuan's ear.

"Nannuan, you're so beautiful today."

When Song Nuan heard this, she quickly turned her head and looked around.

Wen Chongzheng couldn't help laughing when he saw her little movements, "Don't worry! My voice is so small that no one can hear it. Even if someone hears it, so what? You are my wife. I praise my wife for being very good, are you still afraid of laughing at me?"

Song Nuan glanced at him shyly.

"You talk too much, let's go, let's go, my grandfather and the others have been waiting in there for a long time."

"It's okay! They can understand it. After all, you need to dress up." Wen Chongzheng smiled softly, it was rare to see Song Nuan like this.

The child in his arms cried and immediately attracted the eyes of the two of them. The two looked at Xier together, and Xier spitted out a bubble of saliva and smiled.

The shallow dimples, like a jar of old cellars, immediately made the couple's hearts soft and their eyes were drunk.

This is their daughter.

Wen Chongzheng couldn't help but bent down and leaned closer, took a strong breath, smelling the faint fragrance on Xier's body, the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger.

He turned his head and looked at Song Nuan.

Full of tenderness and deep affection.

"Nuannuan, thank you!"

Song Nuan nodded and said nothing.

Although the two of them said that they would no longer thank you, Song Nuan did not refute at this moment. Because she knew that this was from Wen Chongzheng's heart and knew what he was thanking?

The two entered the hall together, and the people in the hall immediately looked at the family of three.

Yang Yang slid down from Old Mrs. Wen and ran towards Song Nuan with big strodes, "Mom, Mom."

Song Nuan quickly squatted down and hugged Yang Yang in his arms. Her face buried on his neck, took a deep breath, and then pulled him up and hugged him.

Yang Yang struggled a few times and said with a serious look on his face: "Mom, please let me go. Dad said, "Mom is raising your body. Yang Yang is a man, you can't let your mother hold you, you have to let her rest more."

Children's words and words are very warm.

Song Nuan hugged him tightly, "Yangyang is so good, I'm going to twist and twist. I'm going to fall down later. It's okay, my mother has now recovered her body and can hold Yangyang."

When Yang Yang heard this, he looked at her in surprise, "Mom, is it true?"

Song Nuan nodded, reached out and pointed the little guy's nose, "Of course it's true! When did the mother deceive Yangyang?"

Yang Yang immediately responded: "Mom is not lying, mom said that it is not a good child who lies, so mom will not lie."

Song Nuan nodded and walked over with him in his arms.

Wen Chongzheng had already walked to Mr. Yang and put Xier in his arms into the old man's arms.

The old man hugged Xiao Xier, who was soft and warm, and the smile on his face could not be blocked, and his eyes narrowed into a slit.

Song Nuan called sweetly: "Grandfather."

Mr. Yang couldn't bear to take his eyes away from Xi'er, and nodded, "Hey, Nuan'er, thank you for your hard work."

"Not hard work."

Song Nuan looked at the others again, "Uncle, second uncle, brother An, Afeng..."

She greeted each other.

Yang An stood up and stretched out his hand, "Yang Yang comes over and let his uncle hug you."

Yang Yang immediately hugged Song Nuan's neck tightly and shook his head, "No! I don't want it! I want my mother to hug me, not my uncle."

Yang An was defeated and immediately said, "Yangyang, come here and let me hug you. My uncle is a man, you are also a man, you have to let me hug you. Your mother is a woman, and you are a man and let another woman hug you. This is not good. My uncle has to tell you whether men and women can get married."

Yang Yang could not understand these things. He could only understand that Yang An said that men should be hugged by men. Did the following words say that women cannot hug men?

He was a little confused when he heard it, after all, he was still young.

He immediately looked at Mr. Yang.

Yang An followed his gaze and was about to explain something, Yang Yang asked: "Then why can my great-grandfather hug my sister? My great-grandfather is a man and my sister is a woman, so why can I hug me?"

He directly blocked Yang An and said nothing.

Song Nuan hugged Yangyang tightly and said with a smile: "Don't listen to your uncle. If you grow up, will your mother tell you if you will tell me?"

Yang Yang nodded obediently, "Okay."

Song Nuan hugged Yang Yang, and glanced at Dong'er on the side from the corner of her eyes, then turned her head with a smile, "Miss Dong'er."

Dong'er stood up and smiled and returned the gift, "Madam Wen."

"Miss Dong'er, don't be polite, sit down."

Dong'er nodded and sat down again.

Song Nuan also sat down with Yangyang in her arms and chatted with everyone without any theme. There were bursts of laughter from time to time in the hall.

Dong'er was a little absent-minded, with a smile on her face, quietly sitting beside her, drinking tea, and listening to them chatting, but she was anxious.

The old man and his wife, the book left behind disappeared.

She only discovered this before she came here this morning. She wanted to go over and give Lu a follow-up visit, but she found that they had left a book.

Dong'er looked at the dust on the table and guessed that they had been away for several days.

Dong'er didn't expect her to say that, saying that there was a plague in the village and that the eldest son and eldest son Song would leave.

It happened that she received an invitation from Wen Chongzheng, so she thought to come together today and find an opportunity to go to the Song family to see the situation.

When she entered the village entrance, she sat in the carriage and looked at the burnt Song family at the entrance of the village through the car window.

A dark ruin.

She couldn't help but think of the scenery there and the laughter in the yard there.

Thinking of laughter, I also think of all the past.

Dong'er lowered her head and sipped the tea. She listened to the laughter in her ears, and her intuition was particularly harsh.

She turned her head to look at Mr. Yang, hugged Xier and did not let go. The little girl raised her hand, revealing her chubby hand like lotus root nodes.

Dong'er looked at it and felt uncomfortable.

She narrowed her eyes and frowned slightly.

Why can Song Nuan give birth to a cute child?

Why can Song Nuan live such a happy life?

Why can Song Nuan get married to her children?

Why can Song Nuan be loved by so many people?

Why?

These three words kept ringing in my mind, as if I wanted to blow her head open.

Dong'er stood up.

Song Nuan, who was beside him, immediately asked: "Miss Dong'er, is this?"

Dong'er smiled slightly, her face turned slightly red, and she leaned into Song Nuan's ear and said softly, and Song Nuan nodded.

"Miss Dong'er, you are not familiar with this place, so I'll take you there."

Dong'er shook her head, "No need, there are so many people in the yard outside, I ask, Mrs. Wen, please sit down."

Song Nuan nodded, without any force, Dong'er went out alone without even taking care of the maid.

Dong'er did not go to the clean room, but left the yard directly.

The laughter from time to time came from [Zhengyangju], like hammers, knocking on her head from time to time, causing her head to hurt and her chest to hurt.

She couldn't stay inside, so she went outside to breathe.

She looked at the yellow mud outside.

The yellow mud floor in the past is now full of tables and chairs.

During this full moon banquet, they hosted many people, and even the flat ground outside was filled with tables and chairs. The former vegetable shed was demolished.

Villagers are busy coming and going.

She stood sideways, and from time to time, villagers were talking about Wen Chongzheng and his wife's words.

There are praises to them in their words.

Dong'er listened, the secret hatred in her heart clenched into her fists.

Why are they so flattered by others? It’s like flattering the Bodhisattva, and what about themselves?
To be continued...