I'm the villain's own mother

Mu Wanwan reached out to take it and slowly put it into her clothes.

"Thank you, mother-in-law."

The old woman waved her hand: "If you have anything to thank me for, you'd better go and see if your husband is awake. If the colorful rope can't be hung on the Yue Lao Festival, it won't work."

Mu Wanwan nodded and walked into the house.

She opened the window with a bamboo support and let the bright sunshine shine into the room. When she looked around, she could see the fence she had mended that day, and the unknown little flowers beside the fence swaying in the wind.

For a moment, the room was filled with tranquility and peace. She slowly sat down by the bed and held Feng Yuan's hand.

"I see that the red light on your wrist is gradually disappearing. Are you about to wake up?"

"The sunshine outside the window is particularly good today, and there is also a slight breeze. This is what I love most."

"By the way, do you know what I brought you?"

As she spoke, Mu Wanwan placed the ginkgo leaf bouquet next to Feng Yuan.

"When I saw my mother-in-law making it, I thought it was extremely simple. But when it was my turn, I made it loosely. If you were awake, you would probably sigh at my craftsmanship, but you can't sigh now."

"Of course, I will put it in front of you. If you wake up early, you can naturally see it. If you wake up late, then I will take it and throw it away."

Maybe he got up too early today, so when Mu Wanwan said this, he yawned.

She sat on the edge of the bed and slowly let go of Feng Yuan's hand.

"My mother-in-law said that these ginkgo leaves can bless lovers for a long time. She wants to tie Aweng to the next life. I don't expect it in the next life. After all, I don't know if there will be one, and even if there is, I don't want it.

So, just stay with me for the rest of your life and live well with me. It is best if we both die."

The voice became softer and softer, and even Feng Yuan almost couldn't hear it, regardless of whether it could be heard clearly outside.

Within half a moment, Mu Wanwan's steady breathing could be heard, and it was at this moment that Feng Yuan gently moved his fingers.

Feng Yuan was not awake yet. Mu Wanwan always went to feed the chickens and ducks when the sun was at its peak. After feeding, she found a place under the eaves and leaned against the pillar with a stool, feeling the warmth of the sun and the harvest of rice in the air.

Then there is the fragrance of vegetation mixed with rusty gas.

Time passed quickly like this, and the villagers of Suihua Village were also ready for their Yuelao Festival. The market was indeed very lively, and stalls that were not usually there were also set up.

This is what Mu Wanwan saw during the day. It is said that the Yuelao Festival is truly wonderful at night.

"Your husband hasn't woken up yet?"

Mu Wanwan was standing under the Yuelao tree in trance, looking at the colorful ribbons fluttering on the tree. She slowly pointed her head and saw Lao Yu looking at her with a kind face.

"No, but he will wake up eventually. Even if he can't catch up, it doesn't matter. I can always find a way to make him stay with me for a long time."

The old woman looked at the paranoia flashing in Mu Wanwan's eyes and sighed.

"Although your idea is good, it is ultimately no match for the four words, fate plays tricks on people. How many people who want to defy nature and change their destiny can succeed in the end? The Buddha said that there are eight sufferings. Sometimes you really have to learn to let go of these undesirable things.

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When the old woman said this, it was as if she was telling Mu Wanwan her own experience.

When Mu Wanwan turned to look at her, his expression was as before, and he shouted towards the road: "Here, after so many years, I still can't even recognize the road. What will you do without me?"

The old man came closer, smiled and took the old woman's hand: "Let's go, I will take you to go shopping elsewhere."

The old woman looked back at Mu Wanwan, who smiled and nodded: "You go ahead, I'll just walk around."

After the old woman left, Mu Wanwan wandered around under the tree. There were stalls selling silver jewelry and stalls selling food. She wandered around among them and grabbed what she liked.

After walking around the Yuelao tree and coming to the hillside on the other side, I saw boys and girls coming and going. They danced happily and sometimes even pulled passers-by.

When Mu Wanwan passed by, she was pulled to dance for a while. When she found a gap and sneaked down, there was a young man beside her who started joking with her.

After Mu Wanwan dealt with a few things, she found a relatively quiet place not far from here and sat down.

He spread out the food he bought and looked at it while eating.

Although she could no longer remember the last time she was so cheerful and did something that made her feel happy without any burden.

But looking at this person dancing her body to the fullest, she seemed to be able to find some of the feelings she had at that time.

But, she can no longer fit in.

So, she chose to watch from a distance.

The sound of gongs and drums here gradually became quieter, and the crowd slowly dispersed.

The people who had just danced together walked into pairs and walked down the mountain.

When everyone had almost dispersed, Mu Wanwan heard the noise at the foot of the mountain.

At this time, the sky was gradually getting late. Standing on a high place and looking down, there were little sparks beside the Yuelao tree.

The closer she got, the more obvious it became.

There are the crackles of fireworks, the cries of vendors, and the sonorous sound of storytellers.

She pushed towards the crowded place.

The sudden sound of the gong sounded like it was about to blast through the eardrums. Despite this, there were still many people trying to squeeze in. During this period, Mu Wanwan avoided at least hundreds of people stepping on her shoes.

"Come on, come on, the dragon dancer is here."

I saw a person wearing bright yellow clothes, holding a wooden stick in his hand, and a ball-shaped object on it. As the drum beat sounded, the person moved slowly, and Mu Wanwan felt that her ears were going to go deaf.

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I turned around and saw the dragon head jumping out from the other side of the crowd.

Just like that, she was stepped on by someone.

Mu Wanwan smiled helplessly, slowly backed out, bent down and patted the dust on her shoes.

"If I had known better, I wouldn't have worn white shoes when going out."

As soon as he finished muttering, he was hit by someone and almost fell down.

Mu Wanwan slowly straightened up, and the man looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Mu Wanwan said helplessly: "No problem, I dare to ask, brother, where are you going in such a hurry?"

The man fanned the fan in his hand, and Mu Wanwan quietly took half a step back.

The weather is actually quite cold, and since Mu Wanwan has removed her protective barrier, she is even more sensitive to the outside world.

Looking at the man who was still fanning himself, she couldn't help but feel that she was still too weak, even inferior to a mortal.

"He is the rich man of our village, and his son is throwing embroidered balls tonight."

Mu Wanwan was stunned: "The man is throwing the embroidered ball, why are you so anxious?"

The man's smile became even brighter: "Just for fun, if I really receive it, then I won't get half of his family's property, right?"

Mu Wanwan nodded: "Brother, you are right."

The man smiled, slowly put away his fan, and ran in that direction again.

Mu Wanwan looked up at the bright Yuelao tree and decided to join in the fun.

If you go out alone, of course you want to watch other people’s excitement.