Chapter 2399

good mood!

Did she feel better after being able to go out, or did she trick He Jingxian to relieve the depression in her heart.

Or did he feel happy after seeing He Wenhao?

Thinking of the last possibility, Feng Shaojin frowned again.

He is irritable.

If he had known this, he shouldn't have let her go out.

How could that He Wenhao, like a piece of dogtail grass, bump into Ling Wei by chance?

But she was not allowed to go out, and she was locked in another courtyard all day, and she was afraid that she would be overwhelmed.

In the past, Xiu'er was by her side, so she could live in another courtyard.

Now that Xiu'er has been brought into the camp by him, if he keeps her in that square inch, he is afraid that she will think wildly.

Feng Shaojin went to the wing room to look at Xiu'er who was already asleep.

The child was lying down neatly, the quilt was neatly covered up to the neck, and the hands were flat on the sides of the body, very well-behaved.

She looked exactly like Mo Lingwei when she was asleep.

With a smile on Feng Shaojin's lips, he leaned over, couldn't help kissing Xiu'er's forehead, stood up, and went back to the bedroom.

This child looks so much like Mo Lingwei in every gesture.

Xiu'er was woken up, opened her eyes, looked sideways at the tall and straight figure, and was a little dazed.

In my memory, there seemed to be two such figures from the back, but the picture was a bit blurred.

There was a slight sound of closing the door, Xiu'er looked away, looked at the top of the tent, stretched out her hand from under the quilt, touched the place where Feng Shaojin kissed, and smiled.

The sense of security that she never left him and protected him with her life came back to her heart.

Xiu'er closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep again.

Feng Shaojin went back to the ear room, rinsed briefly, and lay down on the bed tiredly.

He took out the bound photo album from the pillow, and stroked Mo Lingwei's indifferent face with his fingertips, thinking that if she had been asked to take pictures in a wedding dress, she would definitely look better.

If it wasn't for that accident, he would have already married her. If she could have a child, the child might be several years old.

The oldest child might be even older than Xiu'er.

Feng Shaojin read the photo album one by one, but his heart became more and more desolate.

The night was dark.

In a blink of an eye, it is the Lantern Festival.

Although Western culture has gradually penetrated into the most prosperous cloud city in the south, the ancient traditions and customs are still preserved.

During the Lantern Festival, there are many folk activities handed down from the ancestors, such as enjoying lanterns, eating glutinous rice balls, guessing lantern riddles, and setting off fireworks.

If it is more lively, there will be lanterns, lions, stilts, dry boats, and Yangko dances.

Feng Shaojin decided to take Xiu'er back to the other courtyard to spend the Lantern Festival with Mo Lingwei.

The other courtyard is deserted.

Mo Lingwei never cared much about holidays.

The servant was born in a bitter cold, so he didn't have much enthusiasm for this lively festival.

But the cook still made glutinous rice balls, and filled them with longan, red dates and black sesame seeds.

Early in the morning, the servant brought the boiled glutinous rice balls to the table: "Young Madam, you can taste the Lantern Festival today.

Knowing that you don't like sweetness, there is no sugar. "

Mo Lingwei stared at the white glutinous rice balls in the soup, dazedly: "Is it the Lantern Festival today?"

"Yes." The servant replied with a smile, "Would you like to go to the street today to have a look? Generally, the street is very lively during this festival, especially at night, there are people playing with lanterns and lions."

The joy of the Chinese New Year has not faded, and the busy farming season for the new year has not yet begun.

Ordinary families find time to take their children out for a stroll.

Mo Lingwei lowered her eyes and gave a perfunctory "hmm", stirring the glutinous rice balls in the bowl with a porcelain white spoon, losing her appetite...