"Mom, after all these years, do we still have this much weight in your heart?"
Yang Huazhong asked in a deep voice, and the man looked distressed.
He then pointed at Wangcai, who was wagging his tail and eating dumplings over there: "Wangcai, you are reluctant to touch me, but you are so cruel to my son and daughter!"
"Okay, great!"
"From now on, just pretend that you never gave birth to a son like me, and I don't have a mother like you!"
As soon as Yang Huazhong said these words, the expression of Old Yangtou beside him changed drastically.
Just as he was about to open his mouth, Tan jumped three feet from the ground.
"You married a wife and forgot your mother. If I had known you were such a wolf-hearted person, you should have been pressed to death in a urine bucket when you were born..."
Mrs. Tan yelled curses and vicious words as she poured beans out to greet him.
Yang Hua'an and Yang Huazhou were both there to persuade him, and Yang Huaming also poked his head out of the room with his tied hands.
Yang Huazhong stood there with a tense face, unmoving.
No matter how others tried to persuade him, he always had the same expression.
Yang Ruoqing was so excited when she saw her father acting like this.
Dad finally woke up!
So manly!
In this way, he was protected by his father's wings and faced off against Lao Yang's family.
Yang Ruoqing felt that she was no longer alone.
A strong support team makes her full of strength.
Suddenly, the father turned his head and his eyes collided with hers.
"Qing'er, go back to the house and get those things from your mother's dustpan!" Yang Huazhong ordered.
Yang Ruoqing came over understandingly and her eyes lit up.
"good!"
She turned around and ran back to the backyard.
He ran back after a while, holding a pile of shoe fabrics and shoe sole patterns in his hands.
"Dad, here it is!" she gasped.
Yang Huazhong nodded, "Give it back!"
"okay!"
Yang Ruoqing held the pile of things and stuffed them directly into Tan's hands.
Most of it fell to the ground, and Yang Ruoqing was too lazy to pick it up, so she ran back and stood next to Yang Huazhong.
When she saw the shoe fabric that was sent back, Ms. Tan was so angry that she was furious.
"What do you mean? What do you mean?"
Tan yelled.
Yang Huazhong said coldly: "From now on, my wife's hands will only work for my son and daughter."
"Mother, you can worry about Mei'er's dowry embroidery by yourself!"
Mrs. Tan was so angry that she almost fainted!
"Dad Mei'er, why don't you say anything? The third child is an unfilial son. He temporarily gave up his son..."
Tan stamped his feet and asked Lao Yang for help.
Lao Yangtou had a look of disgrace on his face.
He exhaled a breath and said to Yang Huazhong: "You can't write two characters for Yang in one stroke. Are you going to break up with us, third brother?"
Yang Huazhong frowned and remained silent.
"Everything goes well with the family. In this matter, both sides are at fault."
Old Yangtou continued.
"I won't punish Fatty, and you don't have to pay for the dumplings..."
"Looking back, I'll ask Lao Wu to invite the old village doctor to look at Daan's ears."
"Daddy Mei'er, are you crazy? Are you giving in to them?" Ms. Tan shouted.
Lao Yang glared at him.
"Old lady, are you done yet? If you keep talking, I'll divorce you!"
"What?"
Tan's eyes almost popped out.
"I followed you when I was fifteen, and I never had a good life raising children for you."
"At this age, you old man wants to divorce me? I, I can't live anymore..."
Mrs. Tan threw the shoe material in her hand to the ground and hit it against the old locust tree in the yard...
Yang Huazhou had quick eyesight and quick hands, and he lazily hugged Ms. Tan.
Tan was in Yang Huazhou's arms, kicking and cursing.
Old Yangtou was so angry that his face turned the color of pig liver and his beard was trembling.
"Crazy woman, really a crazy woman..."
"Lao Wu, get your mother back to the house and make her look like this!" Lao Yangtou was still shouting.
Suddenly, Tan stopped struggling.
Her head tilted back, her eyes rolled upward, and her upper and lower teeth clenched together.
It made a tooth-searing 'cluck...' sound.
"Dad, something is wrong with my mother..."
Yang Huazhou shouted.
Old Yang was stunned for a moment and hurried to Mrs. Tan.
At this moment, Tan's whole body began to twitch, and his hands and feet trembled wildly, as if he were playing the piano.
From that mouth, white foam spurted out.
Under the buttocks, urine is dripping...
"Oh, this is incredible, your mother is having a seizure!"
Lao Yangtou shouted, took off his shoes and stuffed them into Tan's mouth.
"Lao Wu, hurry up and carry your mother to the bed."
"Boss, go ask the old village doctor..."
The yard suddenly became chaotic.
Yang Huazhong and the other two stood in the yard with solemn expressions.
Mrs. Sun looked at the east room that had exploded into a pot of porridge, feeling worried.
"Dad Qing'er, should we go in and take a look? See if we can help?" she asked softly.
Yang Huazhong said nothing.
Obviously he is also conflicting.
Yang Ruoqing was also looking at the east room, frowning slightly.
The "sheep horn wind" spoken by Lao Yangtou is a dialect.
Tan's real condition is that he suffers from epilepsy, right?
Epilepsy is a chronic disease of the brain and nervous system, some are congenital and some are later pathological changes.
Regardless of which type Tan is, the sudden convulsion must have been caused by stimulation.
The temper is too high, the mentality is bad, and the body is in danger.
That’s why it became like this!
"Dad Qing'er, why don't we just stand outside like this? The old village doctor will be here in a moment..." Mrs. Sun whispered again.
Yang Huazhong frowned more and more.
"Then let's go in and take a look!"
After all, it was his own mother, lying half dead inside.
As a son, how could you bear to leave like this?
The man was about to move when a figure blocked them.
At first glance, it was Yang Ruoqing.
"Father, mother, if you want to go into the house, I won't stop you."
"But I'm worried that my grandma will get angry if she sees you, which will be worse for her condition..."
Originally, Tan's illness was partly due to Old Yangtou yelling at him.
The other half was in conflict with their third room.
After hearing Yang Ruoqing's analysis, Yang Huazhong stopped.
"My daughter is right, Qing'er, we'd better not enter the house, just wait at the door!" Yang Huazhong said.
Mrs. Sun nodded and helped Yang Huazhong stand under the window of the east room.
Here, Yang Ruoqing was afraid that her father would be tired after standing for a long time.
He went over and pushed the wheelchair over.
"Qing'er, you take Da'an back first. You haven't had breakfast yet, so you need to rest your stomach first."
Sun urged Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing'Hmm. ' With a cry, he pulled Daan and turned back to his house.
I packed a bowl of dumplings for both my brothers. Except for Xiao An, who was young and naive, he ate them with gusto.
Neither she nor Daan was in the mood to eat.
Daan frowned, looking worried.
"Sister, can my milk be cured?" he asked.
Yang Ruoqing glanced at the guilt in his eyes.
He sighed secretly.
He is also a kind boy.
"Good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years." Yang Ruoqing said.
"Don't worry, Nai's life is tough!" she said.
Daan lowered his head, "That's good."
Watching Daan pulling the dumplings with chopsticks, he frowned.
Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but ask: "Why don't you eat it? The dumplings don't suit your appetite?"
