It's evening and it's almost dusk.

The gates closed early, but the stalls in the market were crowded early - Zhan Spring Festival reunion dinner. Some families ate early, but now their families put on masks and came to the streets, waiting for the blooming of the willows and the fireworks at night.

Unlike those who have had supper early, Yongen's Zhan Spring Festival has just begun.

After the day's work, the representative of the Fresh Wind Sword Sect who was usually serious finally returned home - and at home, his mother had already prepared a reunion dinner for him during the Zhan Spring Festival.

Rice cakes, dumplings, tea cakes, fish soup...

They are all traditional foods from Ionia.

Seeing that Yongen finally came home, the old mother put the last plate of chicken that had been braised in advance and urged him to go and wash his hands soon.

Nodded, Yongen quickly washed his hands and then sat at the table.

The old mother picked up the teapot, and the amber spiritual tea filled two shallow tea cups. The misty mist rose, making the light gentler.

After chanting a few words in a low voice, the mother and son sitting at the table finally picked up the tea cup at the same time - the spiritual tea for the Spring Festival of Zhan, which is not only a comfort to relieve the hard work of last year, but also a blessing for the coming year.

Seeing Yongen honestly drank all the tea, the old mother said, "Eat quickly, don't be cold."

Yongen, who nodded and put down the teacup, was stunned for a moment. Next to him, there was another pair of bowls and chopsticks.

Is this...Yasu's?

Is that guy who is unwilling to come back during the Spring Festival?

He noticed Yongen's gaze, but the old mother seemed to be indifferent and stuffed the chopsticks into the hands of her eldest son.

"Don't worry about him!"

A bitter smile appeared on his face. Although his mother said she would not care about Yasuo, Yongen knew very well that she wanted Yasuo more than anyone else.

Although Yasuo has been the "little bastard" in her mouth since she was a child, every time she is with Yasuo, she will involuntarily turn into nagging criticism after more than three words, but if you have to say something, I am afraid no one in the world cares more about Yasuo than her.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Yasuo is the hero of Ionia, the hero who retreats rapidly, and the man who stands tall and strong, but in the eyes of his mother, Yasuo is always that uneasy little bastard.

"It's really a little bastard." Yongen picked up a piece of rice cake and thought to himself, "Throw everything to his brother, and then run outside by himself. There is no news for most of the year."

Then, just as Yongen was chewing rice cakes, his mother scooped a spoonful of fish soup and raised her head.

"How about it?"

“It’s delicious – very chewy!”

"That's right." He put the fish soup in his mouth with a smile, and a little proud appeared on his mother's face. "When I was in the village before, their rice cakes were not as chewy as mine..."

Immediately afterwards, there was another familiar "I was back then" - and facing the nagging mother, Yongen was not impatient at all, but nodded while echoing and holding a piece of rice cake.

Seeing that his son really likes to eat, the pride on his mother's face simply turned into a smile. Although Yongen is now an important figure in the political situation of Ionia, in the eyes of his mother, he is still the honest half-baby.

The mother and son sat opposite each other, and the meal was very slow. Before they could finish eating, the fireworks outside were already ringing.

Yongen was still picking up rice cakes for himself, but his mother put down the bowl and filled his tea cup with spiritual tea again.

After slowly drinking the warm tea, the old woman finished the meal - Yongen found that she had eaten a lot today, and it seemed that the fish soup was very good.

"Is the fish soup made of fresh fish today?" After swallowing the rice cake in his mouth, Yongen asked as if nothing had happened, "You have a good appetite today."

"I'm not very clear." Out of Yongen's expectation, the mother put down the teacup and shook her head, "It's the flavor of Shangzan... The girl from the Zan family is intent, and she doesn't know what she likes that bastard!"

Is Arrilia?

Yongen nodded—after tasting the fish soup, he finally put down his bowls and chopsticks.

A cup of spiritual tea was handed to Yongen, and just after he drank the spiritual tea, two masks were placed on the table.

"Please choose one." Mother looked at Yongen with a smile, "Go out on the street."

"No?" Yongen finally looked bitter, "I'm such a big man, do you still have to wear a mask..."

"If you don't get married, you're a child!" The mother unexpectedly insisted at this time, "Let's spirit and sheep spirit, choose one - the other one will be left to that bastard!"

Looking at the patterns on the mask, Yongen wanted to choose one that was not so childish, but unfortunately, this mask targeting boys and girls was a little too childish for Yongen.

In desperation, Yongen could only pick up the wolf spirit mask.

"The new clothes are in your room - the dark one, and the mask is the best match."

???

He raised his head in surprise, and Yongen looked at his mother in a daze, as if asking you how you know which one I would choose.

Faced with Yongen's doubts, a meaningful smile appeared on the old mother's face - she nodded silently, as if she was saying "No one knows her son is better than her mother."

Helplessly, Yongen had to appoint Guan, picked up this mask, went back to the room and changed into that black shirt.

………………………………………

After saying a message, Yongen finally arrived on the street.

The tall Yongen now has an indescribable temperament. Not only did the long-term work of documents not distorted his body, but it even added a gentle bookish spirit to him. Walking on the street wearing a mask, many subtle gazes looked at him.

Yongen was also quite helpless about these gazes - he knew what his old mother thought, but how could marriage be so simple?

Forget it, just walk around the street - just think it's to make my mother happy!

Thinking of this, Yongen simply relaxed and enjoyed the Spring Festival with pedestrians on the spacious street.

Fireworks are blooming, and the willows are sprouting. I don’t know when a breeze comes slowly. Yongen, who has sensed some, raised his head, but only saw the flash of whiteness that has passed away.

He stretched out his hand and a letter was grabbed by Yongen.

Open the envelope, took out the letter paper, and on this printed letter paper, Yongen saw a line of familiar handwriting.

"Happy Chinese New Year Zhan!"

Looking at this blessing without end, Yongen shook his head angrily, and finally put the letter honestly away. Then, just after he put the letter back in his arms, someone suddenly squeezed behind him.

Turning around, Yongen looked at the person coming.
Chapter completed!