What was a home?
First of all, it should be a house. Whether it was big or small, gorgeous or simple, it should have walls to block the wind, a roof to block the rain, a bed to sleep in, and a stove to cook.
Then, there should be a door. When it was opened, it could integrate into the world as a member of the family. When the door was closed, it could be alone with the people closest to it in its own little world.
Finally, in it, there should be men and women, and sooner or later, there must be old people and children, bonded by blood, affection, and love.
Home was a place to confide in the moonlight, a place to support each other in the sunset, a place to bear a heavy burden, and also a responsibility. Home was a place that could really make you feel warm, free, and relaxed.
It was always comfortable to return to one's own home.
Although when Yang Fan was not there, this big family of dozens of people still lived, but there was always a little less vitality. On the surface, Yang Fan's return did not seem to make any changes to the family, but he was like a silent spring rain, quietly nourishing the family, making it full of vitality.
The doorman, Mo Xuanfei, stood at the door and shouted loudly, driving away the old dog of the Li family next door who peed on his own stone steps. His voice was full of energy and loud. Looking at his posture, even the big monk who preached at the gate of the White Horse Temple on Buddha's birthday could not compare to his voice.
Taomei and San Jieer were walking along the corridor. The spring breeze was caressing their faces. The spring grass was green, and the spring flowers were enchanting. Their footsteps were as light as two swallows flying across the water. Their wooden clogs tapped on the paulownia wood floor with a 'ding ding' sound. It was like a light and lively song. Their slender waists were swaying gracefully. Their breasts, which were growing taller by the day, were also raised high.
The two inconspicuous little girls in the past had become more and more beautiful in the good wind and water of the Yang family.
Xiao Man did not seem to have any special performance, except for the moment when she saw Yang Fan.
A housewife must be calm, dignified, and expressionless. Just like those officials who had just been promoted three levels, the old woman on the bed had just been replaced by a beautiful new wife, and last night, someone gave him a huge sum of money that was enough to spend for at least half of his life, only the maids and servants in the family would be in awe of her.
Therefore, Xiao Man could only reluctantly raise her pretty face. Unfortunately, even those who had not seen her expression yesterday could not make a comparison, but they could still see how radiant she was at this moment. It was a kind of glory that radiated from the inside out.
Men were the backbone of the family and the backbone of a woman. Maybe they did not show how important they were when they were at home every day, but when his family and his woman experienced the torment of losing and regaining, he just appeared here and the whole family would change for him.
Yang Fan lay lazily on a leisure chair and did nothing. There were fragrant flowers all around, and a few diligent bees and beautiful butterflies were dancing in the flowers. Only when they flew to the top of the man's head and tried to explore his hair, would Yang Fan wave his hand lazily.
When he was tired, he could rest anywhere. Some gorgeous and comfortable hotels took care of the guests a hundred times more considerate than at home, but no matter how good the place was, it could not give people the feeling of being at home. Only here, he could completely relax, from body to heart.
Xiao Man went to see Ah Nu. She pulled her, and no one knew what they were whispering. Sometimes she smiled, sometimes she cried, sometimes it was Xiao Man holding Ah Nu's soft hand, and sometimes it was Ah Nu caressing Xiao Man's back. No one knew what the two women were playing.
In fact, Xiao Man was reluctant to leave Yang Fan for a moment, but the man had returned home, and she was not afraid that he would run away again. Therefore, reason prevailed over emotion. She did not want to stick to the man now and neglect Ah Nu, who had just returned home after accompanying her husband through life and death.
Yang Fan was well aware of this. Wasn't the little thoughts of a woman to make the family more harmonious and happier? Xiao Man was so clever and so careful to protect the whole family, which made him feel warm from the bottom of his heart. It was his blessing to have a good wife in the family.
Si Rong and Nian Zu were by his side. In the whole Yang Mansion, only these two little guys did not change because of Yang Fan's return. They were as naughty as ever, venting their excessive energy and endless curiosity about the world.
The two little guys were no longer afraid of him.
When Yang Fan was not at home, it was when the two children gradually understood the adults' words and began to contact the world. The twins were full of energy, and Xiao Man, who managed the whole family alone, was often exhausted by them, so she used their father's absence to frighten them over and over again.
Over time, in the hearts of the two little fellows, the vague image of their father in their childhood had become the most terrifying and violent little monster in the world. He would blow his beard and glare at them, he would raise his palm-leaf-sized palm and slap their tender little buttocks into "eighty thousand", he would coldly punish them, not allowing them to eat or sleep, he would throw them into the Luo River to feed the big fish …
So, when they heard that the man who made their mother cry was the legendary monster — — "Daddy", the two little guys were scared and ran away.
But soon, they found that this little monster was actually not scary at all. When he talked to them, he was very friendly with a smile, and he also brought a lot of delicious snacks for them to eat. Even if their mouths were full of food crumbs, he did not wipe their mouths with a handkerchief like their mother, which made their delicate lips hurt.
"Mother is lying!"
The image of a strict mother in the hearts of the little brother and sister further collapsed, and they developed in the direction of a loving mother. And the image of a strict father had not yet been erected, he was now just upgraded from a little monster to a little monster that was not scary.
"Sister, come!"
Yang Nianzu, who was wearing open-crotch pants, did not know what good thing he found, and ran to hold his sister's little hand.
Boys and girls seemed to be born very different in character. Si Rong was also naughty, but she was interested in the butterflies among the flowers and plants. Therefore, Si Rong disdained the little brother's invitation, and glared at him with her beautiful big eyes, and imitated her mother's tone: "Wipe your nose! If you don't wipe your butt, I'll spank you! "
There was a little snot under Yang Nianzu's nose. It was not sloppy, but in the eyes of a girl who liked cleanliness, this was enough for her to refuse to be a playmate.
Yang Nianzu sniffed, and then continued to hold her hand: "Mao Mao pet, Mao Mao pet."
"I don't want to, catch a butterfly!"
Si Rong shook off her brother's hand and tiptoed to a butterfly.
The good-tempered Yang Nianzu sniffed, hobbled away, picked up a half-foot long grass stick from the ground, walked in front of Yang Fan, and slowly bent down.
Yang Fan had sat up straight and looked at him with a slight smile.
There was a caterpillar on the ground, trying to wriggle into the flowers. Yang Nianzu stood far away from it, carefully stretched out a small grass stick, and gently poked it twice.
The grass stick passed two fingers away from the insect. The little guy did not step forward, but bent his waist deeper, and two white and smooth little buttocks were exposed like perfume pears.
He stretched out the grass stick and desperately tried to poke it. The insect was suddenly attacked, and urgently resisted twice, then curled up and pretended to be dead.
Yang Nianzu exclaimed, threw away the grass stick, turned around, and ran. He stumbled into the arms of Yang Fan, who had been waiting there for a long time. He tightly held his neck, turned his head, and pointed to the ground. It was not known whether he was happy or afraid, but he shouted: "Mao Mao pet, Mao Mao pet!"
Yang Fan asked with a smile: "Are you afraid?"
"Afraid! Mao Mao pet! "
Yang Nianzu frowned and made a nervous and frightened expression. His two little feet stepped on his father's knees, trying to climb higher. Yang Fan held his little buttocks and laughed. He leaned back, and the chair carrying the father and son began to squeak.
The sky was high, the clouds were light, the birds were singing, the flowers were singing, the spring breeze was blowing, and the laughter was loud …
Yang Fan loved this kind of life.
…
When Yang Fan was enjoying the happiness of his family at home, Princess Taiping was holding a banquet in her mansion.
She did not know that Yang Fan had returned to Luoyang, but she already knew that Yang Fan was fine.
In the Princess's mansion, everyone was sitting, all dressed in light robes, drinking and laughing.
If someone saw these people gathered around Princess Taiping at this moment and knew that these people were all under Princess Taiping's tutelage, then he would definitely be secretly surprised. Princess Taiping had already gathered so many officials in the court unknowingly, and among them, there was no lack of ministers with great power.
Thanks to the rebellion of Li Jinzhong and Sun Wanrong, the invasion of the Turkic Moqie Khan, and the clumsy and stupid behavior of the Wu's nephews on the battlefield, Wu Zetian had completely lost hope of inheriting the throne. She had no doubt that if she really handed the throne to her nephews, she would definitely follow the footsteps of Emperor Qin and Emperor Wen of Sui.
Although she had not publicly stated that she would make the descendants of the Li's the heir, she had made subtle adjustments in the policy. Many of Li Tang's old officials, including those who had always publicly expressed their loyalty to Li Tang, were reinstated. Princess Taiping also took advantage of this relaxed political environment to win over a large number of officials. Her disciples were full of talents, and now it was like a small court.
Princess Taiping drank a few cups of wine, and her cheeks were already faintly blushing, making this "Luoyang Peony" look even more beautiful, so that the disciples did not dare to look directly at her, lest they would be frightened by her beauty and show their ugly behavior, causing people to laugh at them.
Princess Taiping put down her wine cup and said with a smile, "The current development of the court is greatly beneficial to us. However, the Mother Empress's thoughts have always been unpredictable and changeable. It is difficult to say whether the Mother Empress will change her mind again because the situation in Hebei has calmed down. I wonder if everyone has a good plan for this? "
Cui Ti lightly stroked his beard and pretended to be at ease, saying, "Your Highness, the reason why His Majesty is doing this is because Li Jinzhong of Khitan and Moqie of Turkic Moqie have successively used this as an excuse to rebel. His Majesty knows that the hearts of the people and the general trend cannot be disobeyed, so he reinstated the important officials of Li Tang to win the hearts of the people. However, this is only an external cause. Now that the external cause has been resolved, there will be no more wars in the near future. Moreover, although the way the foreign enemies rebel is beneficial to our development, it will inevitably hurt the vitality of the country. Since the external cause cannot be used, and should not be used, then why don't we start from the internal cause? "
Princess Taiping's eyes brightened, and she leaned forward to ask, "What is the internal cause that Dalang mentioned?"
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