"Father-in-law, Qing'er is right. We have tried our best on this matter. Don't blame yourself too much." Luo Fengtang also put down his chopsticks and enlightened Yang Huazhong with a serious look on his face.
Yang Huazhong looked at the two of them, smiled bitterly and nodded.
"I understand what you are saying. I just feel uncomfortable. Let me drink two more cups. I will be drunk and sleep well at night. If I get some sleep, I will be fine when I wake up tomorrow." He murmured.
Yang Ruoqing still didn't want to let go, so Luo Fengtang patted her shoulder, indicating that she respected Yang Huazhong's decision.
Yang Ruoqing had no choice but to withdraw her hand.
That night, Yang Huaming was very drunk and was carried back to the bedroom in the backyard by Luo Fengtang.
In the ancestral hall.
After all, Yunxia Niang was an old woman who couldn't stay up late, especially in the coldest month of winter, when dripping water turned into ice. She was so sad during the day that her body was half broken. The sons and daughters-in-law at home were worried that something had happened to her, and they tried to persuade her. Went back to Shuisheng and Caixia's house to rest.
The two sisters-in-law were thinking about the child at home, and after the burial, they asked one of their brothers-in-law to take him back.
In the first half of the night, Yunxia's natal father and another younger brother stayed with Huosheng to keep vigil. In the second half of the night, Shui Sheng's natal father and younger brother were persuaded to go back, and Shuisheng came over to stay with Huosheng.
"Are mother-in-law and the others okay?"
When only the two brothers were left by the coffin, Huosheng asked Shuisheng in a hoarse voice.
Shuisheng said: "The white-haired person sent the black-haired person, so naturally it won't get better. I cried for a long time, and was coaxed to sleep by Caixia. My father-in-law and brother-in-law slept in another room."
Huo Sheng remained silent and lowered his head. The Chinese New Year will be coming in a few days. Other families are busy preparing for the New Year. The snow has stopped and they are busy washing and drying.
Yunxia started preparing new clothes for the two children a month ago. During this period, she stayed up late and worked hard day and night...
Thinking of this, Huosheng put his hand on Yunxia's coffin lid. His tears had dried up long ago. He couldn't cry but could only cry in the dark night.
Shuisheng felt uncomfortable when he heard this, so he took out the tobacco stick and handed it over: "Brother, take a puff!"
Huosheng waved his hands and lay on the coffin lid, muttering to himself, saying something that Shuisheng couldn't understand.
Shuisheng put the tobacco stick into his mouth and took two puffs.
It was so cold at night, and the wind came in from the patio and out the side door, whimpering like someone was crying.
Shuisheng tightened the cotton-padded jacket that Caixia had put on him before leaving, and sat there with his hands folded, taking a nap. Four tung oil lamps the size of mung beans were lit at the four corners of the coffin. The night was still going on...
Compared to the situation of brothers born from fire and water, Evergreen is much more comfortable.
He was hiding in the soft straw like a hamster, with a quilt covering his body and sleeping soundly with his head in his arms.
The soles of his feet suddenly felt itchy, one after another, as if someone was tickling him.
Changrong was sleepy and muttered: "Don't make trouble."
Turned over and went back to sleep.
The soles of his feet were at ease, but a straw stuck into his nostrils.
He raised his hand and rubbed his mouth and nose, "Don't make trouble!"
The straw went into his nostril inch by inch, itching. Changrong sneezed and vaguely heard a child laughing in his ears.
The lazy man Chang Rong was in a daze in his sleep. He was usually unshakeable, but tonight the child's laughter suddenly made him feel sleepy.
"Huh...huh..."
"Chi...chi..."
Someone was blowing cool air on both sides of his ears, blowing it into the eardrums. The coolness stung him, making him shudder and sit up suddenly.
There was nothing next to him. A white burlap tent was pulled up across a patio. Behind the tent was a coffin. Four weak tung oil lamps flickered in the deep and dark ancestral hall, as if they were about to come out at any moment. extinguished.
A suffocating chill rushed to his scalp, and Changrong shouted loudly: "Huosheng? Huosheng, are you there?"
No one answered the call.
Changrong suddenly felt something and looked towards the side door of the ancestral hall.
A fuzzy little black figure stood there with his hands lowered.
Changrong looked at the other door and saw that there was one too.
The one on the left is taller and the one on the right is shorter. The first thought that flashed through Changrong's mind was whose child was here, staying up late at night to play here? Parents are so heartless!
Suddenly he thought of something, pulled the quilt over his head and hid in the straw pile again.
Everything in my head is: Ghost, there is a ghost!
Someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder, and Changrong was so frightened that he almost didn't lift his head.
"Brother Changrong, what's wrong with you? Why are you shaking like this?"
When Shui Sheng's voice reached his ears, Changrong was stunned for a moment, then slowly moved the quilt down, revealing his two eyes and looking out little by little.
It was already bright, and Shui Sheng was leaning over to look at him.
Changrong let go of the quilt and grabbed Shuisheng's hands, "Shui Sheng, hurry up, hurry up and send me a message to my boss and second brother, and ask them to pick me up and live together..."
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In the small yard at the entrance of the village, Sufen and several other women who had taken refuge were drying clothes in the yard. Gangzi and the men from other families were sweeping the yard. Children were chasing around in the yard, which was very lively.
When Changrong was carried into the yard by his eldest son, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the lively scene in front of him and felt the urge to come back to life.
"Brother Changrong, you were unhappy when we moved yesterday. Why did you fart all night long? People say you change your mind after you pee. What a fart. What a great effort!”
A woman who usually had trouble dealing with Changrong stretched her neck and raised her voice to ridicule.
Changrong fired back angrily: "Who would fart all night long? Unless their intestines are rotten."
The woman picked up the mallet in her hand: "Who are you scolding, you lazy idiot? You just had rotten intestines and prolapsed anus..."
Everyone nearby tried to persuade him, but Gangzi asked the two sons of the Changrong family to carry Changrong into the house quickly. The woman still stood under the window and scolded her.
In the room, Changrong was placed on the makeshift bunk, and the quilt was pulled over to cover his legs.
"...What a shrew. I live in the house provided by Li Zheng and not her family. When will I come to live and ask her to take care of it?"
The eldest son said: "Dad, don't compete with my aunt. After all, you are also a man."
Changrong stared, "Men should not be scolded by women. In the past, when your mother was still alive, you always obeyed me. How can I let an unrelated woman scold me all my life? That's a coward!"
The eldest son pulled the corner of his mouth and laughed dryly, "Dad, you are always at odds with other women like this. Others say you are difficult to get along with. I have been in my twenties and I have not been able to get married. You should change your behavior!" "
Changrong raised his hand and patted the quilt, yelling: "You are already in your twenties, why can't you understand? You say that your inability to get married is not a problem of your father and my temper. The main reason is that our family has no money. If our family had Money is nothing!"
