Rebirth of a Village Girl

Chapter 1377: 350: Don’t seek trouble and you won’t suffer_2

As they were about to leave, Mo Qishen’s cousin held Mo’s hand, her eyes red as she said, "At our age, every meeting will be one less..."

Who knows, next time they meet, if they’ll have been separated by life and death.

Mo Qishen wiped away a tear, "Sis, we’re both in good health! Don’t say such things."

"These days, I’ve always been dreaming of the past, dreaming of my parents, dreaming of Uncle and Aunt, they said they’ll come for me in a few days, I know, I don’t have much time left."

"Sis!"

"Everyone has to face that day, don’t be sad. This year you could come back, and that has fulfilled one of my wishes!"

The old siblings hugged and cried bitterly.

Mo Qishen left his cousin’s house and went to visit his childhood friends.

They were called friends, but there was also a bit of a family connection with the Mo Family.

The elderly man was named Lin Cheng, with three sons and a daughter, the youngest son was still unmarried.

"Yangyang, this is your Uncle Lin, and this is Uncle Lin’s youngest son, Lin Hui."

Ni Yang politely greeted them.

Lin Hui stood to the side and glanced at Ni Yang.

Everyone in the Mo Family said Mo Qishen married a beautiful wife.

Seeing her today, she really lived up to her reputation.

They say Jiangnan is known for beautiful women, but finding someone like Ni Yang there is probably as hard as climbing to heaven.

However, most beautiful people don’t have much brains.

Looking at Ni Yang, she probably only has an empty facade.

Otherwise, why would she marry and have children so young?

Thinking this way, Lin Cheng couldn’t help but look a bit scornful.

In his view, Ni Yang’s life now was one that had a predictable future at a glance.

No education, no qualifications.

Her future would be to care for her husband and children and then turn into a washed-out housewife.

It might be okay if Mo Qishen remained faithful.

If Mo Qishen starts and ends indiscriminately, then Ni Yang would be in trouble.

So, people should read more books.

Without education, without culture, it’s simply not feasible.

Lin Cheng had already graduated with a master’s but he would still go abroad for a Ph.D.

After all, knowledge is endless.

Live and learn till old.

The elderly man smiled and said, "So this is Old Six’s wife? Not bad, not bad!"

Mo Qishen nodded and continued, "This is Old Six’s daughter, her full name is Zhao Yu, and her nickname is Duoduo."

"Hello, Grandpa Lin."

"Hello to you too."

Regarding Zhao Yu, the elderly man had also heard from the Mo Family, knowing that Mo Qishen and Ni Yang adopted a daughter, so he didn’t ask much.

After visiting all the relatives, Mo Qishen took Ni Yang to visit several famous scenic spots in Jiangnan.

In the blink of an eye, it was the thirtieth of the lunar month.

Celebrating the New Year in the ancient, traditional old house was quite interesting.

Early in the morning, everyone started getting busy.

Preparing food for ancestral worship.

Folding the paper money for the ceremony.

And preparing the reunion dinner for the evening.

Ni Yang was pregnant, so no one let her do any work, she could only follow behind and watch the excitement.

Seeing that no one had written the couplets yet, Ni Yang asked Zhao Yu to bring the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone to start writing the couplets.

"Gorgeous, I saw on TV that some people can write with both hands, can you do that?"

"Piece of cake." Ni Yang slightly raised an eyebrow.

"Boasting!" Zhao Yu continued, "What I mean by writing with both hands is not writing the same words with both hands, but writing the upper and lower lines separately with each hand."

Could Ni Yang also draw a circle with one hand and a triangle with the other?

Ni Yang smiled and said, "Go fetch another brush."

Zhao Yu scurried off to get the brush.

After spending a few days together, Zhao Yu was even more at home in the Mo Family old residence than her own home.

Soon enough, Zhao Yu returned with the writing brush.

Ni Yang held a brush in both hands, "Zhao Xiaoyu, watch carefully, today your mother will teach you a good lesson."

"Gorgeous, can you really do it or are you just faking it?"

"Just watch."

With those words, Ni Yang began to write.

Her brush strokes were vivid and full of life.

The brush maneuvered skillfully!

Zhao Yu was astonished, exclaiming several times in amazement.

Lin Hui, who had come to deliver New Year’s goods to the Mo family, was also shocked.

In all his years, this was the first time he’d seen someone write with both hands simultaneously.

And to top it off, with a brush no less.

Most importantly, the writing was impressive.

The calligraphy was so superb that even he, a master’s graduate, had to pay his respects!

As it turns out, Ni Yang wasn’t the clueless beauty he’d imagined.

Her talent was obviously even beyond his own.

She’s amazing!

"Sister-in-law writes such excellent calligraphy!" Lin Hui sincerely praised as he approached.