Mrs. Sun stood up and asked them with a smile: "Have you eaten yet? Do you want to eat something here?"
Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Come here after you finish eating. Mom, don't worry about us. Just continue eating your food. We just came over to take a look."
Mrs. Sun pointed to two stools next to them and asked them to sit on them, and she also sat down.
Yang Ruoqing looked at Yang Huazhong, then at Sun, and said, "What's going on with Fourth Uncle now?"
Mrs. Sun then glanced at Yang Huazhong and saw that Yang Huazhong was still drinking alone. Mrs. Sun sighed softly and said, "Hey, your fourth uncle really suffered a lot this time. There is such a big hole on his forehead. He has shed a lot of blood. When he came back from Uncle Fu's house, your father brought him to our house to rest."
"I tidied up a guest room. Originally, I wanted your fourth uncle to recuperate here. Maybe the wound was too painful. Your fourth uncle couldn't sleep either. He said he was dizzy and felt like vomiting from time to time. He wanted to go back to his old house. Go inside the house, saying that I'm afraid our guest room will be dirty by then."
"Your father went to your aunt's house to get some pork liver. I originally planned to make some pork liver soup for your fourth uncle to replenish his body that night, but your fourth uncle said he couldn't eat anything. There was no way, so your father had to give him some pork liver soup. Let’s go back first.”
"As soon as we arrived at the old house, your grandparents found your father and told him to sue you and Tang Yazi..."
After Mrs. Sun finished speaking, she glanced at Yang Huazhong secretly, and then lowered her eyes. He said nothing again.
Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang looked at each other. Luo Fengtang puffed up his chest and said to Yang Huazhong: "Father-in-law, it was my idea to go to the old house. I think it is necessary to have a good talk with my grandma and get something to fight with. People are wrong, especially sharp weapons like scissors. Even in military camps, generals have certain rules and regulations for corporal punishment of soldiers who make mistakes."
"If you blame me, please blame me. It has nothing to do with Qing'er!"
Yang Ruoqing frowned and said to Yang Huazhong: "Dad, I kicked the door in the east room, and I confiscated the scissors from my breast. I don't think I did anything wrong, because I originally wanted to have a good talk with them. We had a plan to talk about it, but they couldn’t communicate at all.”
"I have no choice but to fight violence with violence. They are the elders of my elders. Of course I can't touch them, but I can confiscate the sharp weapons so that I can't hurt anyone! Even if you blame me, dad, I will still insist on doing this. !”
Luo Fengtang glanced at Yang Ruoqing, a little speechless.
Others are vying for credit and rushing to shirk responsibility. When it happened at home, he and his wife were competing to take the blame!
The couple didn't speak, and looked at Yang Huazhong together.
Mrs. Sun looked at the three men a little worriedly, not daring to say anything.
After a moment of silence, Yang Huazhong put down the wine cup in his hand, and his eyes fell on Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing.
There was no anger in the man's eyes, only relief.
"You two did the right thing. It's time for your grandparents to let them suffer a little and restrain their temper," Yang Huazhong said.
These words were like a beam of light shining directly from the top of their heads. Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang both breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
As long as Dad doesn't blame him, that's fine...
Yang Huazhong's voice then sounded: "I was supposed to be the one receiving the scissors today. Your fourth uncle took the blame for me."
"In my heart, I feel uncomfortable. It's like there are many rocks weighing on me. It's dull and dull, hey!"
Yang Huazhong said, grabbed the wine bottle again, shook it, and looked around for other wine bottles.
Sun couldn't bear it any longer, raised her hand to press the wine bottle in his hand, and said worriedly: "Dad Qing'er, you can't drink anymore, drinking will harm your health."
Yang Huazhong smiled bitterly at Mr. Sun. Sometimes, when he was so depressed, drinking some wine seemed to make him feel better.
Yang Ruoqing also stood up and walked over. She directly took the wine flask from Yang Huazhong's hand and pushed a bowl of rice in front of him.
"Dad, drinking alcohol will not only harm your body, but it will not do anything to solve problems or relieve depression," she said.
"Listen to my mother and I's advice. Stop drinking. Eat a few mouthfuls of food. When you are full and have strength, we can talk properly. In this world, as long as a person is alive, there is no obstacle that cannot be overcome."
"What's more, you, me, and none of us are at fault for this series of things. It's my grandparents who are at fault for their infinite connivance and cover for my eldest cousin."
"It's Li Xiuxin and her daughter who are at fault. They are greedy, selfish and scheming."
"We are not wrong, and there is no need to be ashamed. We live openly and aboveboard, and we have a reason wherever we put it!"
Perhaps Yang Ruoqing's words hit somewhere in Yang Huazhong's heart, and Yang Huazhong's tense face finally showed some relief.
He lowered his head and nodded a few times.
"Dad, if you are unhappy or confused, just say it and don't keep it in your stomach." Yang Ruoqing continued.
Mrs. Sun also quickly said softly: "Yes, there are no outsiders here. The children and I are also really worried about you. Even Feng'er quietly asked you several times during the meal. What's wrong with grandpa? Is someone bullying grandpa? Why isn't grandpa happy?"
"Dad Qing'er, just tell me what pains you have in your heart. We are all your relatives and family members. Don't let us worry!"
Yang Ruoqing gave Sun an appreciative look.
My mother's strength, God's assistance, these words are good, the spring breeze turns into rain, and a hundred steelmaking can turn into softness around the fingers.
Men, on the other hand, are naturally different from women. When women have any grievances, they like to talk to others and shed tears. They vent through these channels and empty the body of negative energy, which is also called detoxification.
Men don't shed tears lightly, and feel bitter in their hearts, so they should occasionally create opportunities for them to vent, which is good for their health.
Hearing his wife and daughter's comfort, Yang Huazhong felt much more at ease.
He raised his head and said with a wry smile: "I have been thinking about a question since I saw the blood on the fourth child's wound."
"Am I, Yang Laosan, their biological child? Could I have been picked up from outside? Otherwise, why have they never taken care of me in my memory since I was a child?"
The three people at the table looked at each other in confusion regarding this troubling question raised by Yang Huazhong.
Generally, questions such as questioning whether one is a picked-up child are only asked by children under the age of eight.
I didn't expect that Yang Huazhong, a middle-aged man in his forties or seventies, would ask such a question one day. It was really...
But in the hearts of Sun and Yang Ruoqing, while they were stunned and even wanted to laugh, they felt more distressed!
"Father Qing'er, you are naturally the biological child of your parents. Your body and facial features are exactly the same as your father's. This is definitely true," said Sun.
Yang Huazhong raised his head and looked at Sun. The eyes of the man in his forties were as innocent and confused as a child's.
He asked Sun: "Then why do my parents not care about me so much? Especially my mother, as long as I can remember, she has always been cold-faced and never smiled at me?"
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