Under such circumstances, Yang Huazhong and Sun naturally stayed in the old house, and neither Bao Suyun nor Yang Huamei left.
Even Yang Huazhou had to discuss this with Yang Ruoqing and postponed his return to Qing'an County Restaurant.
The uncles and aunts' generation stayed in the old house, and the grandchildren's generation dispersed for the time being, because it was getting dark and each family still had children to look after.
Before leaving, Yang Ruoqing told Sun that when she and Tangyazi went back later, they would take Xiaoduo and Feng'er to Luo's house and let them have dinner and stay overnight at Luo's house tonight.
After leaving the east room, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang looked at each other. Naturally, they couldn't go through the alley, so they could only go through the main entrance.
When passing by the main door, Yang Ruoqing saw that the door of Liao Meiying's room was locked.
"Sister-in-law was slapped by my eldest brother yesterday. She also took a few mouthfuls of the sweet soup and her health is not good." Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang whispered.
"During the day when I went to the east room, she was always there to nurse me. It was not easy to be pregnant for more than five months. She was not in the house or the east room at the moment. Could it be that she went to the alley to keep me company? Is my eldest brother gone?"
Faced with her question, Luo Fengtang said: "We will find out when we pass the alley entrance later."
When the two passed by the entrance of the alley, they saw Yang Yongxian sitting on Xiu'er, with his back to this side.
The back is desolate, lonely, lonely, stiff...
Liao Meiying stood beside him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder, accompanying him silently.
Two white candles were lit on the incense table in the alley. The night wind blew and the candlelight swayed. It was indescribably desolate and gloomy. Yang Ruoqing suddenly felt a chill on her back, as if something was blowing into her neck. Cold wind, subconsciously shrinking the neck.
Luo Fengtang realized it immediately. He calmly took her hand and pulled her to his side.
"Stop looking and let's go." He said in a deep voice, holding her hand and walking straight through the alley and toward the entrance of the village.
When they arrived at Yang Huazhong's house, Xiaoduo had just finished giving Feng'er a bath, applied fragrant prickly heat powder on her body, and changed into breathable cotton clothes.
Yang Ruoqing explained her purpose of coming and returned to Luo's house with Xiaoduo and Feng'er.
Feng'er soon started playing with Luo Baobao, and Xiaoduo followed.
Luo Fengtang went to talk to Blacksmith Luo. For most of the day, Luo Fengtang was busy with matters related to the old Yang family. Why weren't Blacksmith Luo, Wang Cuilian and the others thinking about this matter at home?
Now that Luo Fengtang is back, Blacksmith Luo will naturally ask Luo Fengtang carefully, and then discuss whether, as a serious relative, he should burn incense when encountering such a thing...
In the backyard, Yang Ruoqing came over to help Wang Cuilian cook dinner, and naturally she also talked about it.
Yang Ruoqing said: "When we came back earlier, we didn't hear my grandma say that we should inform the relatives. I guess this matter should not alarm the relatives, so we don't need to burn incense, which is not good."
Xiu'er was just one year old and died so young.
In fact, in this era, due to many reasons, the mortality rate of children is still quite high.
Various accidents, various diseases...
In the village, there have been several incidents in the past year or two, ranging from a few days old to eight or nine years old, or even twelve or thirteen years old.
Just like the owner of this body, the stupid and fat host Yang Ruoqing, wasn't it the mentally retarded fat girl who jumped into the pond and drowned when she was twelve years old because of Mu Zichuan's angry words?
Wang Cuilian sighed, "This child Xiu'er is really pitiful. He just celebrated his first birthday and died young. This child was good-looking, fair and fair, with a red mole on his eyebrow. He was as beautiful as a female doll. "
"He was born again on the night of the Ghost Festival. To use an old saying, this child is probably very difficult to keep after birth. He must be a boy under the throne of some god in the sky. He came down to play while the god was taking a nap. Well, I have to go back in a hurry now."
Yang Ruoqing could only smile bitterly in response to Wang Cuilian's speculation.
These mythical words are usually made up by people to comfort themselves.
Otherwise, the grief will be difficult to relieve, so I can only weave something beautiful and tell myself that the child is not dead, he just returned to the place where he should have belonged...
"The one in Li Xiuxin's belly also slipped away. After more than six months, she is a mature male fetus." Yang Ruoqing continued.
"Ah?" Wang Cuilian was even more shocked.
After a while, Wang Cuilian let out a long sigh, "Li Xiuxin's sins were too serious. God will blame her for the cause and effect of two lives."
Yang Ruoqing nodded: "She really shot herself in the foot this time and suffered the consequences. Even if she died a hundred times, it wouldn't be a pity. She just hurt two innocent children."
Yang Ruoqing's voice gradually weakened. For most of the day, grief, anger, and various emotions were intertwined together, and she was very tired.
Especially when it comes to children, as a mother, I don’t like to talk about these too heavy topics.
After a hasty dinner, Yang Ruoqing placed Xiaoduo and Feng'er in Luo Baobao's room, and then returned to her bedroom.
She took off her clothes and walked into the steamy bathing room. When her body was completely soaked in the large bathtub filled with flower petals, she was relieved little by little from the fatigue she had felt for most of the day.
It was so comfortable that before Luo Fengtang returned to the house, she fell asleep leaning on the edge of the tub.
She didn't know how she got up, but when she woke up, she was lying on a soft and comfortable bed.
She put on clean clothes made of white silk and slept sideways in Luo Fengtang's arms.
His long slender hands wrapped around her slender waist and covered her flat, soft belly.
Her back was lightly pressed against his strong chest, and they were close together from the waist down. Even though his breathing next to her ear was even and deep, in his deep sleep, some aspects of his masculine characteristics were still very strong. Obviously, it made her feel a little strange.
She carefully moved a few inches away, creating a slight distance.
This small movement immediately made him open his eyes.
"Are you awake?" he asked, his voice lazily nasal.
"Well, I woke up from thirst." She said softly.
Behind him, there was a low laugh from him, and then there was the sound of Xisuo getting up.
He opened the curtain, came to the table, poured a bowl of warm water, and went back to bed.
At this time, Yang Ruoqing had also sat up, hugging her knees and blinking at him who was bringing the water, with a thoughtful look in her eyes.
"Here comes the water," he said, then leaned down and brought the water to her lips, as if he wanted to feed her.
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