Behind the swirling smoke rings, the man's face was full of tangles.
After a while, the man pulled out the tobacco stick and inserted it into his waistband. Then he stood up and walked toward the courtyard door.
"Brother, dinner is almost ready. Where are you going?"
A loud voice sounded from behind, and Luo Daye poked her head out of the kitchen window.
Blacksmith Luo stopped, turned his head and glanced at Luo Da'e, raised his finger to the front, and said vaguely: "Go over there and have a look, and I'll be back soon!"
Luo Da'e curled her lips and said, "Come on, brother, I'm your sister. If you stick your butt out and want to fart or poop, I'll know right away."
Blacksmith Luo blushed, a little embarrassed.
"Da'e, why are you talking so vulgarly? If someone hears this, you will laugh to death!" Blacksmith Luo said.
Luo Da'e said: "Aren't you being rude? Brother, I know you are thinking about your sister-in-law. Do you want to go over there to see her?"
Blacksmith Luo felt a little embarrassed when he got to the point.
"Well, I heard that your sister-in-law is sick. I'm going to see what's going on." He said.
Luo Da'e said: "Oh, brother, you don't need to be so nervous. Be careful of spoiling her. Women just can't be spoiled. Once you get spoiled, you will go to heaven."
"Look, she hasn't come back for several days, and she hasn't returned to her home."
"It doesn't give us face, that's all. It doesn't give you face at all!"
"She's like this, and you still want to see her? Save it!" Luo Daye said.
Blacksmith Luo looked embarrassed and said: "She didn't come here, maybe she is sick and feels unwell. I'll go and see what's going on."
"Okay, okay, then go ahead, I don't care about you!"
Luo Da'e waved her hands impatiently, turned around and went into the kitchen to continue cooking.
Blacksmith Luo turned around and walked out of the yard, striding towards the entrance of the village.
At this time, the sky was not completely dark, but there were almost no people on the road. From here to the entrance of the village, I met an acquaintance who came out to carry water on the pond.
After casually saying hello, Blacksmith Luo strode forward, thinking about what kind of disease Wang Cuilian had.
Why didn't you tell me you were sick?
If I hadn't met Mr. Sun coming from Uncle Fu's house in the village today and said a few words, I would have been kept in the dark.
When there was no way ahead, Blacksmith Luo raised his head.
In front of him was a closed courtyard door.
Blacksmith Luo raised his hand and knocked.
"Bah bang bang!"
"coming!"
Soon, Yang Ruoqing's voice came from inside.
"Who is it?"
She didn't rush to open the door, but asked first.
When Tang Yazi left, he repeatedly warned her that it was late autumn and it would soon be the beginning of winter, and it was getting darker day by day.
When he is not at home, when it gets dark, he has to close the courtyard door.
She obeyed his instructions carefully, so that he could feel more at ease when he was guaranteeing the goods outside.
However, after shouting twice, there was no response from outside.
Yang Ruoqing was a little surprised. According to her usual habits, her parents who were separated by a wall would not come over at this time.
Could it be...?
Thinking of this, she quickly opened the courtyard door and came out.
But he found that the entrance to the courtyard and the road in front were empty without a single person.
She walked around the door again, and then didn't look for the shadows in the corner.
"Hey, there's no one around. I guess I'm hallucinating?"
She stood there and deliberately muttered to herself, but the corners of her mouth curled into a wicked smile.
"You are hearing hallucinations at such a young age? Is it because you are tired from taking care of your aunt these days?"
She just muttered to herself and turned around to walk towards the yard, counting in her heart: "One, two, three..."
"Qing'er!"
Behind him, a muffled, anxious shout came.
Yang Ruoqing stopped at her feet and turned around.
As expected, Blacksmith Luo walked over from the shadows in the corner.
"Qing'er, it's me!" he said.
He arrived in front of her in the blink of an eye.
"Hey, uncle, why don't you go into the yard when you're here? What are you doing hiding here?" Yang Ruoqing asked pretending to be surprised.
Although night had shrouded it from all directions, the embarrassment on Blacksmith Luo's face was still clearly visible.
"So what? I heard that your aunt is sick? What's the situation? What's the disease?" Blacksmith Luo asked stammeringly.
Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, then frowned and said nothing.
"Why don't you say anything? Is it serious?" Blacksmith Luo asked.
The anxious element in his voice was a few more layers than before.
Yang Ruoqing finally spoke, "Uncle, I'm not trying to scare you with alarmism. Auntie's illness this time came suddenly and violently."
"Ah?" Blacksmith Luo froze on the spot, feeling a ladle of cold water pouring down from his head.
It feels cold from the pit of my stomach to my toes.
Yang Ruoqing continued: "Although Uncle Fu said that Auntie was infected with wind and cold, her internal fire is very strong."
"In other words, catching a cold is secondary, mainly a heart disease, a disease that is forced out of oneself."
"I'm going to take a medicine now. If I don't get better after taking it for two or three days, I'll change the medicine and see. Oh!" She sighed and shook her head slightly.
"Heartache?" Blacksmith Luo murmured, unable to come to his senses for a long time.
"Why are you still feeling sick?" He was puzzled.
Yang Ruoqing said: "I don't know, Auntie must be holding a lot of things in her heart, because I don't think she is very happy these days."
"Many times when I went to her house, she would hide there alone and wipe her tears!"
"You lied to me and said it was windy sand that got into your eyes. This yard is full of trees and houses. Where did the windy sand come from?" she said.
Blacksmith Luo stood there silently, like a clay sculpture.
Yang Ruoqing said: "Oh, by the way, uncle, what are you doing here tonight?"
Blacksmith Luo came to his senses and said, "I heard about your aunt's illness and wanted to come over and have a look, but I'm afraid she doesn't want to see me!"
"Why don't you want to see me? You two are a couple!" Yang Ruoqing said.
Blacksmith Luo shook his head: "There are some things you don't know. Your aunt has a grudge against me."
"And I also have my own reasons. Let's go. No matter if she sees me or not, let's take a look!" he said.
Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing was very happy.
When the two people were about to reach the entrance of the yard, a figure hurriedly ran over from the pond on the other side. As he ran, he shouted to this side: "Is this the eldest brother? Big brother, big brother, come here quickly. I have something urgent to do with you." !”
The visitor was none other than Luo Daye.
Blacksmith Luo paused on the spot, looked at Luo Da'e who had run up to him and said, "What's the matter? I'm just going to see your sister-in-law!"
"Oh, my sister-in-law is ill and won't die!"
Luo Da'e shouted, hugging Blacksmith Luo's arm and pulling him back: "If you don't take care of this matter, someone will really die. Hurry, brother!" (. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian. () Vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Please go to m.)
