Cui'er mother?
Yang Huazhong shook his head, which was a little heavy, and thought to himself: Why does this figure from behind look so much like Qing'er's mother?
It made him feel inexplicably happy.
But yes, Qing'er's wife is almost arriving in the capital right now. It would be weird if she suddenly stood here!
"It turns out to be my sister-in-law. It's late at night. What's the matter with you coming over?" Yang Huazhong asked.
Cui Er Niang smiled, took a few steps closer to Yang Huazhong, and looked directly at Yang Huazhong with her eyes.
"Third brother, you're asking me this question, so I can't answer the question." Mother Cui'er said, with a hint of coquettishness in her voice.
It's a pity that Yang Huazhong was getting drunk in waves, his eyes were not clear, and his other senses were not so sharp.
Her coquettishness is equivalent to playing the piano to a cow.
"If nothing happens, I'll go get water to wash my face and go to bed."
Yang Huazhong continued, turning around and walking towards the backyard with a handkerchief and a basin.
When he arrived at the well in the backyard, Yang Huazhong fetched water, stood by the well, washed his face and wiped his neck.
Well water is warm in winter and cool in summer. When a basin of cool well water is poured down, Yang Huazhong wakes up a little.
He turned back to the house and opened the door. There was a candle left in the house when he left, and the room was dim.
The man went directly to the closet and opened the closet door. The clothes in the closet were neatly folded and prepared by Sun before leaving. He took out a set of sleeping clothes.
He raised his hand and took off his shirt. Under the dim light, his arms exposed to the air looked so burly and strong.
The muscles in his back and arms tensed as he took off his clothes.
He took off his pants again and put on a pair of clean pants. The long legs exposed were also thick and strong, with thick leg hair from ankles to knees.
He turned around and came to the bedside and found that the curtain had been dropped.
It was strange. He didn't seem to put down the curtain before. He lifted up the curtain and lay down. He reached out to pull the quilt inside the bed, and suddenly he touched a warm and soft body.
Yang Huazhong was startled, and his drunkenness disappeared without a trace.
He rolled out of bed without even having time to see clearly who was inside the bed.
She ran out of the house without even bothering to put on her shoes, but a pair of arms had already hugged her waist from behind.
"Third brother, why are you running so hard? I can't eat you, come back here!"
It was Cui'er's mother's voice.
Yang Huazhong tried hard to throw her hand away without even thinking about it.
But her hands were like ropes, tightly wrapped around his waist, and she couldn't peel them off for a while.
"Sister-in-law, please respect yourself!" Yang Huazhong peeled it off in a panic while shouting angrily.
If someone saw this, even jumping into the Yellow River would not be able to wash it away.
"Third son, please stop being so serious. Qing'er's mother has been gone for almost two months. You are a man at home, you must be lonely, right?" Cui'er's mother's voice then reached Yang Huazhong's ears.
"It must be boring to lie down in bed with the light blowing at night, right?"
"Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival. My sister-in-law is coming to celebrate the festival with you. Don't run away. I won't go out and tell you. No one will know," she said.
"Nonsense, I, Yang Huazhong, am not that kind of person!" Yang Huazhong said angrily.
With a sudden force, the man broke Cui'er's mother's wrist.
There was a crisp sound, and she screamed, and her hand immediately released.
Yang Huazhong took the opportunity to run out, while Cui'er's mother fell to the ground.
Yang Huazhong didn't dare to look back to see what Cui'er looked like behind him, and whether she had taken off her clothes or not, so he ran out.
As if there was a female ghost chasing behind him, he ran out of the main room and out of the yard in one breath.
When he stood at the door of the courtyard, he looked at the door of the Sun family's courtyard opposite, hesitated for a moment, turned around and ran to the Luo's courtyard next door to knock on the door.
Before two shots were taken, Blacksmith Luo's voice came from inside: "Which one?"
Ever since Yang Ruoqing escorted the Sun family to the capital, Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian had moved to this new house on the roadside to live with Tuoba Xian and their two children. It was a busy place and they took care of each other.
"Me, me!" Yang Huazhong was so frightened that he was trembling even as he spoke.
Fortunately, Blacksmith Luo was familiar with Yang Huazhong's voice and quickly opened the door.
As soon as the door opened a gap wide enough for one person, Yang Huazhong couldn't wait to squeeze in.
"Third brother, what's wrong with you not sleeping at night?" Blacksmith Luo asked with a surprised look on his face.
Yang Huazhong held his shoulders with his hands and looked a little pale.
"Don't sleep, there's a ghost in my house!" he said.
"What?" Blacksmith Luo was surprised, "What are you talking about? Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival..."
"It's true, a female ghost with disheveled hair is seeking death, shameless!" Yang Huazhong gritted his teeth in anger.
Blacksmith Luo was even more surprised. Hearing this, it didn't sound like it was really haunted, but more like...
"You are so disrespectful. How can there be such disrespectful people in the world?"
"We are still relatives, are you embarrassed? Do you want to lose face?"
"She doesn't take her own identity and that of men and children seriously. Don't try to drag me into this trap. My reputation in this life was almost ruined. If Qing'er Niang finds out about this, I will be covered in mouths. I can’t even explain…”
"Wait a minute," Blacksmith Luo raised his hand to interrupt Yang Huazhong.
"Third brother, you'll scold me later. Tell me exactly what the situation is, and I'll help you find a way to solve it!" Blacksmith Luo said with a serious face.
He was originally five or six years older than Yang Huazhong, but the way he acted like a big brother now made the panicked Yang Huazhong suddenly seem to have found a backbone.
He swallowed, trying to calm himself down, and then told Blacksmith Luo everything that had happened before.
After hearing this, Blacksmith Luo was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.
"D-did this woman take the wrong medicine?" Blacksmith Luo asked.
After asking, I suddenly felt super ridiculous.
"Her father-in-law, man, and daughter are all here, living just across the road from each other."
"Their family of four is living under someone else's roof now. How could she dare to have such an idea? Isn't this too... too lawless?" Blacksmith Luo asked.
Yang Huazhong's face was livid, "I am a man who is not afraid of anything. This time I was really frightened. I don't dare to go home!"
Blacksmith Luo said: "It's not just you? If this happened to me, I would be scared too..."
"What's the matter that scares you old brothers like this? What are you standing here saying without sleeping at night?"
Wang Cuilian walked towards this side with her coat on.
Yang Huazhong panicked again.
Blacksmith Luo patted Yang Huazhong on the shoulder and said, "Don't panic, let's talk to your sister-in-law about this and send her over to take a look. It's easier than us going there!"
Yang Huazhong looked embarrassed: "This is so embarrassing..."
