Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

When the smell of gunpowder spread to the mountains, the Spring Festival was really approaching. Fufeng Fort had purchased a lot recently. Qingyun liked to wear thick clothes and stand in the sunroom to watch. The sun had been a little warmer recently, and two pots of flowers inside had bloomed. I didn't know what kind of flowers they were, but they were pink and looked very delicate.

There are a lot of people coming in and out, and there are people at home who need money to celebrate the New Year. If you are away from home for a long time, the money must be in place. It is not good to be wronged in both places.

Because there was a new child in Fufeng Fort, these men thought of the children who had been neglected for a long time, and they urgently bought new clothes and shoes for the children. However, they had been away for too long and the children grew up too fast, so they could not avoid being scolded.

Fufeng Fort was decorated day by day, but it seemed to be covered with red and decorated with colorful lanterns overnight. The big red lanterns are so festive, and leaping dragon lanterns are installed on the archways. The warm yellow light always brings people back to the dim room in their dreams, where there is a loving mother.

The more genuine the smiles on people's faces, the harder it was for Fu Shengyu to suppress the resentment in his heart. While persuading himself to look forward, he tortured himself with the past.

There was a knock on the door, and Qingyun's voice was heard outside the door, "Father, can I come in?"

Fu Shengyu didn't know if she came here alone. The child was too young to open the door, so the old father had to go in person, "Please come in."

"Da da." A pink flower blocked Qingyun's face.

Fu Shengyu was somewhat flattered when he saw the flower. He squatted down to look at Qingyun, took the flower from her hand and asked, "Is this for me?"

"Yes." Qingyun grabbed Fu Shengyu's sleeve, lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him, looking a little shy.

At the end of the year, everyone tacitly agreed not to find trouble, so Fu Shengyu arranged the flowers and read some stories to Qingyun, and they spent a pleasant afternoon.

Qingyun felt that there was no need to distinguish between men and women so clearly, just as men have hands and women have mouths.

So Fu Shengyu would also like the flowers that Qingyun folded for him every day, and the childish stories that Qingyun made up for him, even if they were full of loopholes.

When you open your eyes on New Year's Eve, you can feel the busyness and joy in the air.

Fu Shengyu got up early and started putting money into red envelopes, and then wrote blessings for each person on the red envelopes.

Qingyun would not disturb her own son when he was busy. She was now strolling around Fufengbao Street and would randomly refresh at a location, but she would only go out during the warmest time of the day. She still didn't like winter very much, but she was no longer cold now.

Qingyun recently discovered a new place, and she ran to the Liyuan Garden with the small wooden sculpture made by Chang Jin in her pocket.

When she first set it up, she thought that everyone needed entertainment, so Liyuan was a place for performing stage plays. Doesn’t the army have an art troupe? This is the place for holding meetings.

I didn’t expect that the Pear Garden was actually a real pear orchard. When the pear blossoms in this place are in full bloom, the east wind usually blows, and the east wind will bring the pear blossoms to every corner of Fufeng Fort.

Wen Geyin said that this was the mourning of the deceased souls. Each pear tree has its own name. Qingyun did not expect it to be so solemn and ceremonial.

If it were just a tombstone, you would only think of it during the Qingming Festival throughout the year. But for a pear tree, you would appreciate its flowers in spring, be grateful for its shade in summer, praise its sweet fruit in autumn, and remember to protect it from insects and pests in winter.

You will remember them all year round. In the spring, they will send you letters, wishing you a smooth year. In the autumn, they will also send you gifts prepared for the year, hoping that you will be happy and smiling.

Qingyun's task yesterday was to place a flower in front of the pear tree, laugh loudly and be happy in the pear orchard, and use the pure voices of children to comfort the souls of the dead soldiers.

"I'm here." Qingyun followed the rule of greeting someone before entering their room.

"Uncle Fang, let me set off the flowers." Qingyun rushed forward with her short legs. She looked very excited and happy.

Everyone who was counting the offerings here raised their heads and smiled kindly, the tears in their eyes quietly subsided, but in their hearts they were thinking that this was what their comrades expected, that the children could laugh loudly, run around, be innocent and unaware of the world.

"Look, these are all flowers. When the time comes, the young lady will say, 'Hello, uncle, these are the flowers Qingyun sent you.'" Fang Cheng sorted the chrysanthemums one by one.

"Okay, I get it."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the auspicious time arrives, and sacrifices are performed to call upon the spirits of the heroes.

Goldfish followed behind with the bag and told Qingyun who was on each wooden sign.

"Aunt Zhang Hongying, Qingyun sent you flowers. You should like this red one."

"Uncle Chen Gusheng, Qingyun sent you flowers. Here's an orange one."

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"Brother Wang Yaozu, Qingyun sent you flowers. If you stand tall and proud, then the flowers must be white."

"Sister Wang Jinguo, Qingyun sent you flowers. Sister and brother stand tall together, just like white clouds and leisurely chrysanthemums."

These are the last two trees, representing a sister and brother. Qingyun put the chocolates in his pocket on the red carpet in front, two for each of them, just right.

There was no more news about Qingyun after that. Jinyu told Qingyun a joke and walked out of the opera house with Qingyun laughing.

Outside, there was a line of people waiting to enter. Their sad expressions were diluted by smiles, revealing an expression of pride and nostalgia.

The winner can take the wood carving made by Chang Jin and put it in the small nest hanging on the pear tree, which is another way of changing into new clothes for the New Year.

Qingyun ran back and saw many people carrying tables, chairs and benches towards the Pear Garden. He felt a little strange and stopped to take a look. Maybe it was the altar.

Fu Shengyu was on the phone, wishing everyone a happy New Year's Eve and a happy New Year. Qingyun rushed past him like a hot wheel, making Fu Shengyu's mind stuck.

Qingyun has a lot of snacks, but Goldfish controls them very strictly. He can only look at them and not eat most of them, or he can only eat a few bites after opening them and give the rest to others.

The responsibility lies with Fu Shengyu. He only remembers that when he was a child, he wanted to pick up and lick the candy wrappers thrown by others, so he wanted to buy any snacks he saw and let Qingyun have a taste.

But Qingyun is only three years old. Eating too much sugar will damage his teeth and make him lose his appetite, so Fu Shengyu assigned the task of doing bad things to the goldfish.

"Sister Ayu, take a bag and bring snacks to the uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters. These are new snacks that they have never eaten before."

Goldfish was very happy. With fewer snacks, her task was easier. The two of them picked the snacks while whispering, "Put this one in, and leave two of that, as they would be greedy too."

After Fu Shengyu had finished his business and was about to take Qingyun to the reunion dinner, he saw three large bags placed next to the two people.

"Father, give it to Uncle Dashu, Aunt Dashu, my brothers and sisters." Qingyun was very excited and looking forward to it, but as soon as she said this, she suddenly felt an indescribable fear spreading over her, causing her whole body to tremble twice.

"Really? Qingyun is such a grateful and kind-hearted girl!" Fu Shengyu praised, "Then can father help carry it?"

"Great!" Qingyun's mood was completely cleared up and he felt extremely happy.

How could she forget that Fu Shengyu is her biological son!

Jinyu carried the lightest bag, Fu Shengyu held a large bag in each hand, and Qingyun walked in front with his head held high, like a proud little rooster.

At 4:30 in the afternoon, the Liyuan banquet began. Qingyun distributed the snacks one by one on the altar, smiling brightly and innocently.

Fu Shengyu lights three incense sticks on his head and offers three cups of wine to strengthen his soul.

The next step is to invite the heroic spirits to take their seats. Whoever wants the deceased comrade to sit beside him can burn incense and invite him. If the wind comes, it means the same. If the wind doesn't come, it means he is waiting for someone else.

This segment was really noisy and chaotic. Qingyun felt that they were all getting anxious and might start to snatch things away in the next second.

Qingyun stared with wide eyes, watching with great interest, very happy for the deceased. Death is not the end, forgetting is. They should be very proud to be remembered and praised by so many people.

Qingyun also wanted to join in the fun, holding a stick of incense, and said in a serious manner, "Sister Wang Jinguo, do you want to sit with Qingyun?"

The incense was lit, a breeze blew, and the smoke floated, as if a hand was reaching out in response.

Qingyun was very surprised, and so were the people around him. Fu Shengyu said, "Thank you for giving Qingyun face. Let's chat together, little girl."

"Yes, yes, little girl, let's chat together." Everyone agreed. Instead of being unhappy as Fu Shengyu worried about, they were very happy and even really felt that the brave sister had found a good friend.

They don't feel that the person is gone, they feel that the hero is always here.

After everyone sat down, Qingyun smiled foolishly at the wooden sculpture next to him. This sister had a round face and a determined look in her eyes. Her right hand was on the gun at her waist, making her look like a general.

"The first cup is to toast to the new look of all things."

"The second cup is to toast to the peace that has come here."

"The third cup is for all of you who shoulder the heavy responsibility."

"Cheers to peace, to all quarters." After Fu Shengyu finished his toast, everyone raised their glasses to toast each other.

At this point, the regular reunion dinner program has ended, and all that remains is the socializing among the various people.

Qingyun was still young, and was only concerned with eating and whispering with Wang Jinguo next to him. He even picked up food for Wang Jinguo, as if they were really good friends.

The Pear Garden was bustling, everyone was very happy, and the people here were sincere. Qingyun wondered if Chang Jin would feel awkward.

But Chang Jin probably won't. Chang Jin is very happy that his wood carvings are recognized by everyone. Please, he should be so proud to have the heroic spirit stay with him temporarily.

At 6:30, the reunion dinner ends, and the rest of the time is for everyone to have some fun or call their parents or wives to say hello.

At eight o'clock, fireworks lit up the night sky. Qingyun was held in Fu Shengyu's arms and looked up at the bright night sky.

Perhaps because he had just had dinner with so many heroes, the heroes, both men and women, looked up at the gunpowder of art together. Qingyun felt that the fireworks were particularly beautiful at this moment.

Fu Shengyu hugged his daughter tightly in his arms, looked down and saw the colorful world in her clear eyes. He smiled, thinking it was great.

"so good."

"That's great." Qingyun showed his signature little smile again.

"New Year's Eve drives away all evil spirits, and every year brings peace and tranquility!"

"Bang." The last firework was exceptionally large and bright, as if it was going to light up the entire sky.

Let the old year pass, and move towards the new year with happiness and blessings.

Go forward, go boldly, don’t look back, you have already brought what you should bring.