, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Cao Bamei shook her head: "I'm really not afraid of the heat. Yongjin, don't say any more. Just let Qing'er go back!"
Seeing these two people chatting there, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but laugh.
This is just like a young couple.
She glanced towards the entrance of the village and saw a familiar figure coming this way.
"My little cousin is here."
Yang Ruoqing said.
The three of them all looked over there and saw Yang Yongqing running towards this side in full force.
"Fourth brother, are you here to cut rapeseed?"
Yang Yongjin took two steps towards him and asked happily.
Yang Yongqing stood on the dam, bent down with his hands on his knees and gasped for air.
"Second brother, please go home and have a look. Mom fell into the patio and got a bloody hole on her head..."
"What?"
Yang Yongjin frowned, dropped the sickle in his hand, jumped onto the dam and rushed towards the entrance of the village.
Yang Ruoqing and Cao Bamei were following behind. When they passed by her own dam, Yang Huazhong asked in surprise: "What's going on?"
"Auntie fell, let me go and have a look."
Yang Ruoqing took the time to say something to him.
Yang Huazhong also wanted to come, and Yang Ruoqing said, "Dad, I'll just go. You stay and take care of things in this land."
Yang Huazhong said: "If you need anything later, come over and tell me. I will rush there immediately!"
"Um!"
Yang Ruoqing nodded and ran after Yang Yongjin and the others.
Old house.
When Yang Ruoqing arrived, the door of Yang Hua'an's house was open.
Yang Huaan was sending Uncle Fu, the old village doctor, out while listening to Uncle Fu's instructions.
Yang Ruoqing quickly asked Uncle Fu: "Uncle Fu, what's going on with my aunt?"
Uncle Fu said: "I knocked a small hole on my head. The bleeding has stopped and the inflammation has gone away."
Yang Ruoqing nodded.
Stepping aside to let Yang Huaan escort Uncle Fu out, she entered the house.
The room was filled with the smell of blood and medicine.
Jin was sitting on the bed with a white cotton cloth wrapped around her head.
Yang Yongjin stood beside the bed, leaning down, his worried eyes falling on Jin's face.
Cao Bamei and Yang Yongqing stood on one side.
In addition, Lao Yangtou also came over and sat on a stool by the table to smoke.
The old man took a few puffs of cigarette, took out the cigarette rod from his mouth, and knocked it against the leg of the table next to him.
"How old are you? You can't walk well, and even children can't fall off the patio at home..."
There was a lot of blame in his words.
Fortunately, Jin was deaf, so she couldn't hear Old Yangtou's scolding.
But these people who heard it all frowned secretly.
Yang Ruoqing went straight to the bedside, "Aunt, what's going on? Let me take a look."
She sat down on the side of the bed and raised her hand to gently hold Jin's face.
Jin's eyes were red, her face was red, and the left side of her face looked swollen.
Yang Ruoqing was surprised.
"Second brother, why is my aunt's face swollen?" she asked.
Because Jin kept his head lowered, Yang Yongjin finally discovered it after Yang Ruoqing reminded him.
"Yes, my mother's face is..."
"Knock!"
A harsh voice cut in from behind.
Yang Huaan returned to the house after seeing Old Uncle Fu away.
Seeing Yang Ruoqing and others gathered around Jin, Yang Huaan's face darkened a bit.
"A grown-up can't even walk well. He broke himself into a bruised and bruised face. If you tell it, it will make people laugh!"
Yang Hua'an said.
"There's nothing to see anymore. They've all dispersed. It's true that these things happen during this busy farming period!"
Yang Huaan said angrily, his intention to drive away was obvious.
Yang Yongjin stood up straight: "Dad, my mother has never fallen into the patio even at night."
"What happened today? How did it fall into the patio? Who discovered it first?"
Yang Yongjin asked repeatedly.
After a year of hard work in the restaurant, a lot of the youthfulness and clumsiness of the country boy faded away from him.
Nowadays, he is much more considerate.
Hearing Yang Yongjin's words, Yang Huaan frowned impatiently.
"I came back from the toilet and was going to the field to cut rapeseeds when I saw her lying in the patio like a bastard."
"Rolling his eyes, he couldn't walk. Who knows how he fell?"
Yang Hua'an said.
Yang Yongjin frowned.
He pointed to the redness and swelling on Jin's face: "Even if he fell into the courtyard and cut his forehead, his face should be bruised."
"But my mother's face is red. What's going on?"
he asked again.
A trace of guilt flashed across Yang Huaan's eyes.
He snorted, raised his neck and said, "Ask me, who should I ask? You have to ask her herself!"
Yang Yongjin frowned and leaned down to hold Jin's shoulders with both hands.
"Mom, give me a hint. What's wrong with your face?"
Yang Yongjin asked and made gestures.
Jin understood.
The woman's lips murmured, but her horrified eyes glanced at Yang Hua'an over there.
Jin shuddered when she saw Yang Huaan's gloomy, warning eyes.
She shook her head and made a vague 'Ahh...' sound from her mouth.
Yang Yongjin was unwilling to give in and asked again. Jin shook his head even more violently and even pushed Yang Yongjin away.
Yang Yongjin stood by the bed with his hands hanging down, a little frustrated.
Here, Old Yangtou saw all this in front of his eyes. The old man inserted the dry tobacco pole into his lower back and stood up.
"Just apply the medicine and it will be cured. The scar will be healed in two days."
"Second boy, don't waste your time any more. The most important thing is to go to the fields and cut the rapeseed!"
Old Yangtou urged.
Yang Yongjin stood beside the bed and did not move.
Lao Yang shook his head, walked out of the house with his hands behind his back, and returned to the backyard.
In the room, Yang Hua'an said to Yang Yongjin: "I'm going to the fields first. Come here quickly. I can't finish all the rapeseed by myself!"
Yang Huaan left, taking Yang Yongqing with him.
Before leaving, Yang Huaan did not forget to glance at the bed.
Jin shrank his neck in fear, lowered his head, and did not dare to look at Yang Huaan.
After Yang Huaan left, Yang Yongjin, Yang Ruoqing and Cao Bamei were the only ones left in the house.
Yang Yongjin said solemnly: "I don't believe this evil. My mother fell, it's not that simple!"
Yang Ruoqing came to the door of the house and was convinced that Yang Huaan was gone, so she returned to the house.
"Auntie's face was obviously slapped on her face," she said.
"What?"
Yang Yongjin's eyes suddenly opened wide.
Looking at Jin on the bed and then at Yang Ruoqing, they couldn't believe it.
Yang Ruoqing also glanced at Jin, who was uneasy in his clothes, and then said to Yang Yongjin: "Second brother, come to the door of the house, and I will tell you something."
"Bamei, please stay and take care of my aunt."
"Well, you two go ahead, I'll take care of you here."
Cao Bamei nodded and sat sideways on the bedside to accompany Jin.
Outside, by the patio of the main room.
Yang Ruoqing turned around and said to Yang Yongjin: "Some things are between the elders. It's not easy for us juniors to discuss them."
"However, seeing aunt like this makes me angry, and I still want to talk to you, second brother," she said.
Yang Yongjin's face turned gloomy, and he said in a deep voice: "Qing'er, is what you want to say about my father and fourth aunt?"
