Yang Ruoqing added a coat and changed into a pair of shoes. This outfit was completely prepared to stay up late.
Blacksmith Luo stood at the door of the courtyard holding a lantern, waiting for her to come out.
There was nothing she could do. No matter how she explained that she could go there alone, Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian were still worried and wanted to die.
Yang Ruoqing had no choice but to follow Blacksmith Luo.
"You really don't need me to go with you?" Wang Cuilian asked as she accompanied Yang Ruoqing out of the house.
Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "Auntie, please rest early. You have been busy all day."
Yang Ruoqing walked in front, and Blacksmith Luo followed behind carrying a lantern. When they first reached the pond, there was a row of willows planted on the other side of the pond, and behind the willows was a large field.
The key hanging on Blacksmith Luo's waist suddenly fell to the ground with a clatter. When he leaned over to pick it up, Yang Ruoqing clearly saw a figure passing behind the willow tree.
Immediately afterwards, another figure followed, and the two figures almost disappeared into the field behind the willow tree together.
It's the end of the month, and the last quarter moon isn't very bright, and the sky is overcast tonight, with black clouds coming over to block the moonlight from time to time.
He couldn't see clearly, but Yang Ruoqing looked familiar to the figure flashing behind him.
It's a man.
He looks very much like his aunt Yang Huamei’s father-in-law Wang Hongquan!
This discovery made Yang Ruoqing secretly frightened, and she couldn't help but think of the two figures that her fourth uncle Yang Huaming and her fourth aunt saw on the night of the Ghost Festival on July 15th...
"Qing'er, what are you looking at?" Blacksmith Luo picked up the key and hung it on his waist again. When he stood up, he saw Yang Ruoqing standing there and looking over there, and asked.
Yang Ruoqing said: "Two people went to the field behind the willow tree over there."
"Over there?" Blacksmith Luo also turned around and raised the lantern in his hand to shine in that direction.
"It's late at night, which one is in which section?" The man had been a blacksmith when he was young. He was not afraid of anything, and he didn't know how far he had walked at night, so he shouted in that direction with a rough voice.
Over there, it was quiet, without any movement.
Blacksmith Luo said: "Qing'er, you stand here and wait for me, I'll go over there and take a look."
Yang Ruoqing grabbed Blacksmith Luo and was a bit dumbfounded by his temper, which could not hold even a grain of sand out of his eyes.
"Uncle, don't go. Maybe we are passing by, so let's go too," she said.
Blacksmith Luo looked at Yang Ruoqing and said, "I'm not going to find out what's going on, because I'm afraid you'll be worried about something."
Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, and then her heart was moved.
The blacksmith uncle who seems to be a rich and powerful man is actually a kind elder who is attentive and warm-hearted.
"It's okay, I've been thinking about the funeral of the old Mu family and the happy events of the old Yang family in my heart. I really can't make room for these trivial things that have nothing to do with me," she said.
When Blacksmith Luo heard this, he also grinned: "Okay, let's keep going!"
Lao Mu's house.
When Yang Ruoqing and Blacksmith Luo arrived, the lights in Lao Mu's house were brightly lit.
In the main room, Mu Zichuan's uncle and two cousins were there, and Yang Huazhong was also there.
Yang Huazhong was talking to Mu Zichuan's uncle, while Mu Zichuan's two cousins sat aside and dozed off.
Yang Huazhong was not surprised at all when he saw Yang Ruoqing coming.
His daughter knew it well, so he expected that she would definitely come over at night.
"Zichuan is burning paper in the west room, and the female relatives are also there." Yang Huazhong told Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing nodded, then nodded to Muzichuan's uncle, saying hello, then turned and walked towards the west room.
Blacksmith Luo naturally went over to talk to the men, extinguishing the lantern for the time being and placing it at his feet.
Yang Ruoqing came to the door of the West House. At any other time, she would have walked in without hesitation.
But when she arrived at the door of the house, the scene Luo Baobao was talking about suddenly popped into her mind. She hesitated for a moment and then poked her head inside.
In the west room, on the door panel, Zichuan Niang was lying there, and Mu Zichuan was kneeling in the earthen basin with his head lowered and burning incense paper.
Next to the wall, Muzichuan's two aunts were sitting there, and the two sisters-in-law were drinking tea and cracking melon seeds, as if they were chatting in low voices.
Both daughters-in-law are missing, probably going home to take care of the children. Liu Doukou is not here either. Could it be that she also went home?
Yang Ruoqing didn't think too much and scanned the room again. Apart from these three living people and one deceased person, there was nothing else...
Secretly exhaling and blaming herself for being so suspicious, Yang Ruoqing also entered the west room and went straight to Zichuan's side.
Picking up the two pieces of scented paper that fell on the side, he handed them to Mu Zichuan.
Mu Zichuan turned his head and saw Yang Ruoqing coming over, with a hint of surprise and touch in his eyes.
But because he had just lost his mother, his surprise was as fast as an illusion. In front of the huge boulder of losing his mother, nothing could make him smile.
"Why are you here again this late at night?" he asked in a deep voice.
Yang Ruoqing also replied softly: "Don't worry, come and have a look."
She raised her head and glanced at her two aunts over there. The two aunts only glanced at her when she came in. After saying a simple hello with their eyes, they turned their heads and continued eating melon seeds and chatting.
It was completely different from the painful situation when I first arrived at Lao Mu's house.
Hey, this recovery is really fast!
Yang Ruoqing retracted her thoughts and said to Mu Zichuan in a low voice, "I'm here to keep vigil."
Mu Zichuan said: "You have been tired all day, but you still come to watch my mother's funeral this night. My mother will definitely be very pleased if she knows what she is doing."
"However, there are enough people here tonight, so I don't need to drag you along to stay up all night. You can go back with your third uncle later."
Yang Ruoqing looked up at the two women at the table again, feeling a little worried.
"It's only midnight. It's a long night. Maybe they'll be sleepy in the middle of the night and go to bed. What will you do by yourself then? I'd better stay and watch the wake with you and be your companion!" Yang Ruoqing added road.
"Besides, you've been wearing these shoes for almost a day, right? Go and change a pair quickly. Besides, you're weak, so come back with some clothes. I'll guard here first!" Yang Ruoqing said again.
Hearing this, Mu Zichuan's eyes suddenly became moist.
Some things can only be understood when you experience them yourself.
Just like family love, heartfelt and sincere family love is really the most rare thing in this world, and the last thing that can be bought with money.
In the past, when his mother was around, he was used to being pampered by her and accepted her with peace of mind. Sometimes he even thought that her was a bit verbose, a womanly person, and her knowledge was not very good.
But today, especially this night, he suddenly had a profound realization.
It was such a cold night, and I wore these shoes from morning to night, but no one noticed.
Uncles and aunts are usually very close to each other, but after all, they are only separated by a slap in the face.
If my mother were still alive, she would have long ago told him to change his shoes and add some clothes...
My mother left, taking with her the most sincere care and advice...
