The two treasures of the farm family cannot be offended by the mother who is a miracle doctor.

She took out the package of roast chicken and handed it to the little soldier who was helping, "Thank you!"

"No, you're welcome!" The little soldier held something and scratched his head shyly.

Ye Nitang smiled at him, pulled the horse, followed Ye Jiaxing and entered the gate.

Inside was a large field, with the snow on it swept away, revealing a thick layer of sand.

The two walked back along the fence, bypassing the rows of houses, and finally stopped in front of a beautiful house.

"After your mother and I came here, your mother went to General Tao and told him about our family situation. The old general was a good man, so he asked me to help in the kitchen. Your mother was responsible for taking care of the food and daily life of Princess Yining. I didn’t suffer much.”

Ye Jiaxing said with a silly smile as he led Ye Nitang to an independent adobe and gray tile house next to the house.

He opened the door and looked back at his daughter, "Come in quickly, this is where your mother and I live."

Ye Nitang glanced inside the room. The sixty-seventy-seven-square-meter room was divided into two rooms by wooden boards.

The front is the small living room, and the back should be their bedroom.

The living room is clean and tidy. On a square table, there is an old light blue silk cloth with a few lotus flowers embroidered on it.

In the middle of the table, there is a short, fat little porcelain altar with three yellow wintersweet sticks in it.

The branches of plum blossoms stretch out, elegant and reserved.

This is the masterpiece of Ye's mother Song Zhiyan.

The original owner had never heard Ye Mu talk about her maternal grandfather's family. Even if the third sister and brother asked out of curiosity, they were put off by the couple.

But the original owner couldn't understand it, but Ye Nitang, a foreign soul, could see it clearly.

Ye's mother must have been well-educated in the past. Her words and deeds were not like what an ordinary girl should be.

She removed the sack from Xiaobai's body, and Ye Jiaxing quickly picked it up, "Why did you bring so many things when you came all the way?"

"Just some clothes, food and medicine."

Ye Nitang looked at the clean floor in the house. She stamped her feet and shook off the snow on it.

"Oh, stop shaking and come in quickly." Father Ye put the sack and smiled fondly when he saw her like this. "You must be hungry. I'll cook some noodles for you."

Ye Nitang tried his best to imitate the original owner, but the more he imitated, the more unfamiliar and uncomfortable he felt.

After coming in, he sat on the long stool next to the table and said, "I'm not hungry..."

Before she finished speaking, a gentle woman's voice sounded at the door, "Tang'er, are you okay?"

The woman was just like the mother in the memory of the original owner. She was beautiful, gentle and elegant, her voice was neither urgent nor slow, her hair was in a bun and her clothes were always neat and tidy.

But she saw that Ye Nitang was not as excited as Ye Jiaxing. After coming in, she sat opposite Ye Nitang and looked at her softly.

However, Ye Nitang saw a trace of rejection in her eyes, as if she was refusing to come.

Ye Mu's skin is a little yellower than before, but it is coated with skin oil and is very moist, and her lips are also moist and red.

It was completely different from the exile Ye Nitang imagined.

She smiled lightly and said, "I met an old monk and he cured me."

Perhaps Song Zhiyan noticed Ye Nitang's alienation, so she clasped her hands together and rushed up to bow, her expression excited and her voice choked with sobs.

"Buddha bless you. Thank you very much, Buddha, for letting my daughter out of the sea of ​​suffering. I am willing to shorten my life by thirty years to repay you."

"Tang'er's mother, please don't bow to me yet. Go into the house quickly and spread out the bed so that Tang'er can get warm under the covers. You must have suffered a lot along the way."

Ye Jiaxing took out an earthen jar from the inner room and poured a cup of hot water for Ye Nitang.

After saying that, he walked outside the door to the passage on the back gable and made a fire to cook noodles.

The smile on his face never fell, and he said to himself, "Langlang and Jingjue have grown taller. I wonder if they still remember grandpa and grandma?"

"We raised them by ourselves, why don't we remember them?"

Song Zhiyan stood up with a smile, came to Ye Nitang, stretched out her hand, and wanted to touch Ye Nitang's face.

Ye Nitang frowned slightly, pretended to lower his head to drink water, and avoided it without leaving any trace.

Song Zhiyan's smile froze slightly, she put down her hand, and tenderly looked at the cup from which Ye Nitang had finished drinking water, "Tang'er, come and help mother."

"Yes." Ye Nitang nodded obediently and followed Song Zhiyan into the inner room.

There is a large bed against the wall. Opposite the bed is a long case made of two wooden boxes.

There are cloths of various colors on it.

There are the most inferior kudzu and linen cloths, as well as fine cottons and brightly colored brocades and cottons.

There is also a long wooden case wrapped in rags on the left side of the bed, with a double-breasted cotton-padded jacket being sewn on it.

The inside of the jacket is made of cotton, and the outside is covered with a layer of lavender silk. The stitches are fine and even.

Judging from the style and color, Song Zhiyan probably made it for Princess Yining.

"After I came here, I became the mother-in-law of Princess Yining, so I have a lot of leisure time." Song Zhiyan shook out the folded thick quilt and said in a gentle tone, "Langlang, Jingjue and your brothers and sisters are all well. Bar?"

"We suffered for a while when you just left. Fortunately, with the care of Uncle Lin and Uncle Yang, we got through it. Now they are living a good life."

Ye Nitang sat in the chair in front of the case, looking around the room, feeling the gap in her heart growing wider.

I don’t know what’s going on, but it seems like her obsession with rescuing Ye’s father and Ye’s mother suddenly collapsed.

Logically speaking, Ye's father and Ye's mother are living a good life here, so she should be happy. Why is there a gap?

"I saw your second uncle and third uncle, and I also heard about your overturning the case. Even if the Holy Spirit doesn't allow us to go back, don't force it. Just take care of the children at home. We can live a good life here, but we can't go back. It doesn’t matter,”

Song Zhiyan sat on the edge of the bed, sighed, and continued, "Now that Beixiong is ready to make a move, we just left. We are no different from those people who are greedy for life and afraid of death. Tang'er, you can go back tomorrow and let your brothers and sisters Don’t forget about us.”

"..."

Ye Nitang was speechless for a moment, and the daily life of the original owner and Ye Mu flashed through his mind frame by frame.

Ye Mu is the kind of mother who loves her children very much.

It’s not just words, it’s proven with actions and money.

But for the original owner, she paid even more. She was not willing to beat or scold him.

Even if she treats Ye Qinghong, a man, he is not one-tenth as good as she treats the original owner.

Even when the original owner found out she was pregnant, she wanted to abort the child.

Mother Ye insisted on forcing the original owner to give birth to a child on the grounds that the miscarriage would harm her body.

But at this moment, looking at Ye Mu's attitude, Ye Nitang was secretly confused.

Behind this good thing, there is actually an unspeakable strange feeling.

She tried her best to pamper her, but she couldn't get into her heart to care for her.

Even if the original owner told her about his little girly thoughts, she would only agree or be satisfied.

Even though she knew that there was something wrong with Yao Minzhi, she only restricted the original owner to abide by the ethics and not to have any transgressions with men.

I never tell her why she can't do something.

Not to mention how to distinguish right from wrong, good and evil, and stay away from evil people.

This is also the reason why the original owner is obsessed with Yao Minzhi.

She lacked love in her heart. Yao Minzhi could not give her material things, but he could fill the emptiness in her soul.

So much so that she became obsessed with Yao Minzhi.