"What kind of tricks is this old woman trying to do? For most of the day, it's like singing a big opera on the stage. I don't know how many operas she has to sing. Will it be finished?" Old Yangtou said with a look of boredom.
Sun said: "Dad, I see my mother acting like this. It's not like she's just pretending, but she seems to have really forgotten about her previous fight with you!"
Yang Huazhong nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I don't think you're pretending. She even asked you if you had eaten, and asked us to leave some food for you."
"If it's true that she's pretending, then she'll have enough strength after eating and drinking, so she'll naturally want to trouble you again, but she didn't. Instead, she fell asleep." The man added.
"By the way, there's that hair. Qing'er Niang deliberately lied to her that it hit the kraft paper and stuck to it, and she believed it. If she was just faking it and knew that I lied to her, then why not tear down the roof? "he asks.
After hearing what Yang Huazhong and Sun said, Old Yangtou also became thoughtful.
"Listening to what you said, this really doesn't look like her temper after being angry. Her greatest advantage in life is that she doesn't hide anything in her heart, and all her emotions are written on her face." The old man said as he pondered. .
"Let her pretend. She was not born that way. Could it be that... she has lost her memory?"
Not only the old man himself was frightened by this bold guess, but Yang Huazhong and Sun next to him were also frightened.
"Do you still remember? There was a time when she didn't even recognize Meier at the door of the house?" the old man asked again.
Yang Huazhong and Sun nodded together: "Remember, I asked two or three times who Mei'er was, and I felt something was wrong at that time!" Yang Huazhong said.
Sun pondered: "Even if it is amnesia, it is not total amnesia. Some things are remembered and some things are not."
Old Yangtou's expression suddenly changed: "In the past, I heard people talk about a disease called Asomia. Is it possible that your mother is suffering from Asomia?"
Yang Huazhong and Sun didn't say anything, but their expressions clearly showed that Old Yang was worried.
"Dad, what should we do? Do you want the doctor to come over and show our mother a look?" Yang Huazhong asked quickly.
Old Yang raised his hand to stop him: "Don't rush to call the doctor. Let me try it first and then we can discuss it."
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During dinner at night, Mrs. Sun helped Mrs. Tan sit on the table.
"Mom, I cooked the potato ribs that you like to eat. You ate a lot at noon and praised my cooking skills. Would you like to try it again?" asked Sun in a soft voice.
Tan yawned and said, "Mother Qing'er, what are you talking about? I clearly ate the vegetables and pork liver noodles at noon. When did I eat the potatoes and ribs you cooked?"
Sun's hand holding the food paused, and he couldn't help but look at Lao Yangtou and Yang Huazhong at the same table.
Old Yang winked at Sun.
Mrs. Sun nodded, and then said to Mrs. Tan: "Mom, did you remember it wrong? This afternoon, you, me, and the third child, the three of us had lunch together?"
"The green vegetables and pork liver noodles were what we ate at noon yesterday, and what we are having for noon today are potatoes, pork ribs, and pickled cabbage and bean sprouts. You are still praising me, and the third child also heard it."
Yang Huazhong nodded: "Yes, I heard it."
Mrs. Tan's face fell, and she said impatiently: "What's going on with you guys? You talk to me so much about eating a meal, but what about the menu? Are you going to let others eat?"
Mrs. Sun didn't dare to anger Mrs. Tan, so she quickly said with a complacent smile: "Okay, okay, eat, eat, I'll help you pick up the food."
Mrs. Tan waved her hand: "Stop picking up the ribs for me. I don't know why, but when I smell the smell, my stomach churns and feels a little greasy. I don't know if it's because my stomach is cold from sleeping."
Mrs. Sun smiled bitterly and really wanted to say, Mom, it's not that your stomach is cold, it's that you ate too many ribs at noon.
But Ms. Sun would rather die in her stomach than say this in front of Mr. Tan, unless she thought her life was too long.
"Old lady, your stomach is cold. Why don't you ask the doctor to come over and take a look at it?" Old Yangtou took the initiative to strike up a conversation with Tan just to see Tan's reaction.
In the end, Mrs. Tan just curled her lips and said, "How much money are you burning, are you panicking? Ask the doctor for no money? I'm fine. Just drink some brown sugar and ginger water before going to bed and you'll be fine."
Old Yang was stunned. This old woman actually talked to him? Have you really forgotten about the previous fight?
"Ouch!" Old Yangtou snorted deliberately.
"What's wrong with you?" Tan asked nervously.
Old Yangtou said: "I fell down today and my nose is bruised and my face is swollen and a little painful!"
Tan stood up and groped towards Old Yang's head, "Did you hit your head? Let me feel it!"
Her fingers quickly touched Lao Yangtou's head, and she found a bulging bump.
"Ouch, be gentle, it hurts!" Lao Yangtou took a breath.
Mrs. Tan said angrily: "You bad old man, if your legs and feet are not convenient, why don't you run out less? Look what happened after the fall. It's like a child, it's not easy to worry about..."
Although the words were meant to blame, there was concern and concern between the lines.
This made Lao Yangtou and Yang Huazhong unbelievable.
"Lao San, go and invite Ah Fu over." Lao Yangtou and Yang Huazhong ordered.
The Fu Bo in the mouth of Yang Ruoqing and other juniors became Ah Fu in the mouth of Lao Yangtou.
Yang Huazhong ran out of the main room without even bothering to eat dinner.
"I told you that my stomach is fine. If you insist on inviting Ah Fu over, let him take a good look at the injury on your face..." Tan babbled.
Old Yangtou said: "When the people come, the two of us will take a look together. Anyway, we can also contribute a share of the money."
Now that he said this, Mr. Tan shut up.
Soon, Fu Bo came over.
On the way, Yang Huazhong had already told Uncle Fu the ins and outs of the matter. Uncle Fu also understood that he was invited to come over this time. He said that he would show the wounds on Lao Yang's face and show Tan's belly, but secretly he did not To investigate Tan's aphansia.
Soon the two of them entered the door. At this time, Mrs. Tan was also full, and Mrs. Sun helped her to sit on a stool next to her.
Uncle Fu exchanged a few pleasantries with Mr. Yangtou and then began to diagnose Mr. Tan...
After a while, Mr. Tan became impatient and after urging him two or three times, Uncle Fu finally took back his hand.
"Afu, your medical skills are getting better and better with each passing day. I just have a cold stomach. I have been tossing and turning for so long, rubbing my head and pricking my needles. It's really troublesome!"
Mrs. Tan muttered, and with Mrs. Sun's help, she went back to the house to sleep.
In the main room, Old Yangtou couldn't wait to ask Uncle Fu: "Ah Fu, what's wrong with my old lady? Is she suffering from apathy?"
Uncle Fu said: "Judging from the examination just now, my aunt's illness does not rule out this possibility."
"Ah?" Old Yangtou's heart suddenly went cold.
"But she still recognizes us and remembers what happened yesterday. She has forgotten about Weiwei today. What should I say?" The old man asked again unwillingly.
