The old man looked up at the closed door of the second room again and sighed sadly. Please search (pin@书￥.com to read the most complete novels! The fastest updated novels
"Your second uncle and the others are simply outrageous!"
"Until now, I have been hiding out of sight, and even your sister Lan'er has not come to kowtow. Oh, it's so cool!"
"People like them, who behave in that way, will not be good in the future. They may even be worse than your uncle!"
Old Yangtou said with a sad and angry look.
Yang Ruoqing remained silent as to what Lao Yangtou had said against his second wife, and was too lazy to express her opinion.
God knows what you did.
If you are too cold-blooded and cruel, you will not end well.
Yang Ruolan's current situation is the best proof.
The child is gone, and it will be difficult to conceive again in the future. The punishment has already come, but she doesn't know it yet, which is really stupid.
Old Yangtou and Little Old Yangtou sat at the table with Yang Ruoqing for a long time. During this period, many villagers bought firecrackers, incense paper and the like and came to pay their respects.
They comforted Old Yangtou, while Yang Ruoqing carefully registered their names and belongings.
These are all favors. They will be handed over to the first cousin and second cousin later, and they will repay them one by one. Therefore, there can be no carelessness.
From morning to noon, Yang Ruoqing went to the backyard to have some lunch.
I don’t know why, but if it’s a wedding, this kind of meal feels particularly delicious.
But this funeral meal always tastes weird in my mouth.
After a few casual bites, Yang Ruoqing put down her chopsticks and returned to the main room in the front yard to continue her work as the accountant.
In the afternoon, those who catch up on their sleep catch up on their sleep, and those who go to the ancestral hall go to the ancestral hall.
Those who are taking care of Tan's family in the backyard, and those who are busy preparing for tomorrow's wedding banquet...
Everyone has their own work and is busy.
In the main room in the front yard, Yang Ruoqing sat alone at the Eight Immortals table by the patio and continued to stick to her post.
The doors of several rooms were closed, but uncle Yang Hua'an's room was still open.
The moment his body was taken away yesterday, according to the rules, Yang Yongjin kicked over the door panel and the high stool.
The clay bowl for burning incense paper was also broken.
The bed where Yang Huaan slept had all the curtains removed, and the bedding was crumpled and piled at the foot of the bed.
Yang Ruoqing had nothing to do, so she lay down at the table and took a clear look at the scene in Yang Huaan's room opposite.
There are doors at the front and back of the main room for ventilation.
If it were anyone else sitting here, facing Yang Hua'an's room, he would probably be scared.
But Yang Ruoqing was not afraid at all.
My sister has killed many people, so this little scene is nothing to worry about.
"sister!"
A familiar voice sounded from the door of the hall.
Yang Ruoqing followed the sound and saw Da'an coming.
Today, Da'an is already a little taller than her.
He has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and is handsome and elegant.
Wearing a plain-colored gown, with a white old cloth filial piety robe and hat draped over her arms, she had obviously just returned from the ancestral hall.
"Brother, why are you here?"
Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.
Today, Daan has been guarding the ancestral hall instead of Yang Huazhong.
Daan smiled lightly and sat down next to Yang Ruoqing.
"Dad went to the ancestral hall. It's my turn to come back and have a rest. Tonight, we have arranged for me and my second brother to keep vigil," Da'an said.
Yang Ruoqing then urged: "You have to stay up late tonight. It's hard to get a break now, so go home and lie down for a while!"
Daan shook his head: "I'm not sleepy, I'll go later."
As he spoke, he glanced at Yang Hua'an's room opposite and frowned.
"Sister, have you been here alone for most of the day?" he asked again.
Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment and said, "That's not the case. In the morning, I and my little grandpa were there, and many people came to pay their respects one after another."
"It's just a moment of leisure."
Daan said "Hmm" and sat there with no intention of leaving.
Yang Ruoqing urged him again: "Go home quickly and take a quick nap."
Da'an said: "I can't fall asleep even if I lie down in broad daylight, so I'll just lie down on this table and take a nap."
Then, he really lay down at the table and closed his eyes.
"It's so uncomfortable to lie down like this. Listen to my sister and go back to sleep!" Yang Ruoqing was still trying to persuade her.
Daan closed his eyes, but the corners of his lips curved beautifully.
"Sister, just follow me. There is no one at home. I don't want to go back, so just stay with my sister!" he said.
"Ah?" Yang Ruoqing was surprised.
"I'm going to sleep, please don't make a sound!" he said.
Seeing him closing his eyes to relax, Yang Ruoqing suddenly figured out something.
This boy must have seen her staying here alone and was worried that she would be scared, so he deliberately stayed to keep her company.
Good brother!
Yang Ruoqing felt warm in her heart. When he closed his eyes, she held her chin and admired his handsome face.
My brother is getting more and more handsome.
Because of studying, the bookish atmosphere became more and more obvious.
It made him look very elegant and polite, just like another Mu Zichuan.
However, compared to Mu Zichuan's aloofness, Da'an was more friendly.
This should be related to the environment in which he grew up. Daan is a warm man.
Hey, such a good brother, I wonder which girl he will get a discount from in the future?
Thinking of this, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but feel a little jealous of her future sibling.
After a while, Mrs. Sun also came over from the backyard and poked her head in.
The woman was so busy that she took care of everything in the backyard.
Jin is deaf and mute, unable to do anything, and people are crying in the ancestral hall.
Cao Bamei was pregnant and young, so she had never dealt with major matters in this area.
Tan was old, blind, and struck by grief.
Therefore, the burden of tomorrow's wedding banquet fell on Sun alone.
Finally catching an opportunity, Ms. Sun quickly went to the front room to take a look, just to see what was going on with her daughter.
At first glance, I saw that there was not even a single person waiting in the long and deep hall. The only daughter was sitting at the table.
Sun's heart tightened and she hurried over here.
"Qing'er, why are you alone?" Sun asked anxiously.
Yang Ruoqing turned around and smiled at Sun: "I'm not the only one, Da'an is here too!"
"Where?" asked Sun.
Yang Ruoqing pointed to the other side of the table, where Daan was already lying on two high stools.
"It felt uncomfortable lying on the table, so I asked him to lie down and sleep." Yang Ruoqing said.
Sun saw that Da'an was there and felt relieved.
Daan also opened his eyes at this time and sat up.
"Mom, don't worry, I'm with my sister!" Da'an said.
Mrs. Sun nodded repeatedly: "That's good, that's good!"
Seeing this, Yang Ruoqing understood even more that her mother and brother had the same thoughts.
In my heart, I was really touched.
This is the person closest to me. No matter when or where, he will always think about her like this.
Mrs. Sun still wanted to give some advice, but at this moment, a woman poked her head at the door of the main room.
