Changping Village.
It was a clear day, but Yang Yongqing's house was filled with a damp and musty smell.
Mr. Mo sat by the window with his knees in his arms, his feet bare and his head tilted as he stared out the window in a daze.
When she heard Jin's door opening, she turned her head and grinned at Jin and Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing rarely saw Mo. The last time she saw Mo was a year ago.
This poor crazy woman had been locked in the house for a long time, barely seeing the sun, and her face was as pale as paper.
She was so white that the veins and blood vessels under her skin were looming, and her hair was withered and yellow, piled messily on top of her head. She didn't take care of herself anymore, she just sat there with a grin on her face. Her facial features were obviously very good, but her eyes were dark. There is more white and less black, and spiritual consciousness is getting less and less day by day.
What a poor woman. God brought her to this world and suffered so much.
"Ah!"
Jin patted Yang Ruoqing's arm and pointed to the bed, telling her that Yang Yongqing was lying on the bed.
Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and turned her gaze to the pile of bedding on the bed.
"Little cousin."
She called him and walked straight to the bed.
Behind her, Mrs. Jin put the little girl on the ground. She found a pair of socks by the window, squatted in front of Mrs. Mo, took her feet into her arms and put the socks on her.
Mrs. Mo struggled to prevent Mrs. Jin from wearing it, so Jin stopped and raised her hand to touch Mrs. Mo's head. Her eyes were kind and she was screaming like an adult coaxing a child.
Mrs. Mo stopped struggling and allowed Mrs. Jin to put on her socks. She even leaned over and kissed Mrs. Jin on the face.
The kiss made her hair wet, and Jin didn't mind it. She looked at Mo with a smile, put her socks on quickly, and found a comb to comb Mo's hair.
Beside the bed, Yang Ruoqing called her several times before Yang Yongqing turned over.
He opened his sleepy eyes and was stunned for a moment when he saw Yang Ruoqing standing in front of the bed.
"Qing'er? Why are you here?" Yang Yongqing asked.
Yang Ruoqing said: "I came here to check on you earlier. I heard from aunt that you were sick last night, so I came over to check on you."
"What's going on? Do you want me to call a doctor for you?" she asked again.
When asked about this, Yang Yongqing raised his hand and rubbed his belly.
"It's okay. I don't know what's going on. I had a stomachache last night. I had vomiting and diarrhea for a while. I have no strength in my legs. I feel better now after sleeping."
"Oh? Then why do you have vomiting and diarrhea? Did you eat something bad? Or did you drink some raw or cold water?"
"Logically speaking, I shouldn't. I lay down right after eating last night!"
Lying down after eating?
So, my little cousin has no memory at all of him lying on the river bank like a toad drinking water?
"Shall I ask the doctor to come over and take a look?" she asked again.
Yang Yongqing waved his hand: "No, no, I'm not that delicate. I don't have to spend money to hire a doctor. With the spare money, I might as well cut off half a catty of flesh for my daughter to grow longer, right?"
The little girl came to the bed crookedly, stood holding the edge of the bed, tilting her head and looking at Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing also looked down at the child.
"Not to mention, this girl is really pretty. Her eyes are big and bright, her eyelashes are long, and her mouth has a nice shape. She will definitely be a beauty when she grows up." Yang Ruoqing leaned down and gently squeezed the child's soft His little face couldn't help but praise him a few times.
The little girl stared at the somewhat unfamiliar cousin in front of her with her big eyes.
On the bed, Yang Yongqing said proudly: "Although Mrs. Mo is a fool, she has merit, and that is giving birth to a beautiful daughter for me."
"For this credit, even if I, Yang Yongqing, have a mouthful of food, I will never let Mr. Mo go hungry."
Yang Yongqing finally declined Yang Ruoqing's kindness and fell back to sleep.
Yang Ruoqing stood in the room for a moment. Apart from being dirty and smelly, there was nothing unusual about the room.
Yang Ruoqing planned not to tell him what she saw last night, maybe last night was just an exception, and then she would observe and observe, so she said hello to Jin and left.
As soon as I walked to the front yard, I met Yang Yongxian face to face.
"Brother? Are you here to look after the milk?" Yang Ruoqing greeted him with a smile.
Yang Yongxian was carrying something in his hand, which looked like snacks.
He raised his head and looked at Yang Ruoqing, "Well, let me take a look at your breasts, and by the way, I'll also take a look at my mother."
"Oh, Auntie is in the house, go ahead!" Yang Ruoqing stepped out of the way.
Yang Yongxian smiled and nodded, then went into Tan's room to talk to Tan.
Yang Ruoqing was about to leave, thought for a moment, and hid. A moment later, she saw Yang Yongxian coming out of Tan's house and going straight to Jin's side of the backyard.
Yang Ruoqing also entered Tan's house.
Mrs. Tan is sitting on the bed, eating a piece of twist in her hand. Even though the old lady is over sixty years old, she still has a mouth full of teeth like a young man. She can eat anything with ease. Now she is holding a twist. The bite is crunchy and crunchy.
"Milk, are you eating?"
Mrs. Tan chewed in her mouth and said vaguely: "Well, you have to eat the twists your elder brother just sent over."
Yang Ruoqing didn't eat and sat sideways on the bed, "I came here after breakfast and couldn't eat Mahua. If you like it, I can go to the county and bring you Tianjin Mahua later, okay?"
"This is what you said, don't fool my wife." Mrs. Tan said.
Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Don't worry, no one dares to fool you! Does your mouth feel dry after eating? I'll pour you some tea."
Yang Ruoqing quickly brought a bowl of tea to Mrs. Tan. Mrs. Tan took a sip of tea and took the initiative to chat with Yang Ruoqing.
"Your eldest brother is sensible now. Look, he comes to see me every three days, and he's not empty-handed every time!"
"Well, my eldest brother is already thirty years old, so it's time for him to be sensible."
"I told your eldest brother, let him come to see me with nothing. I have to spend money. Now I am building bridges and paving roads for the village. It will cost a lot of money. But your eldest brother said, he No matter how poor the eldest grandson is, he doesn't have to dig out my few mouthfuls of food money. Listen to what he said, and I feel relieved at last. I didn't love him in vain."
Yang Ruoqing smiled and dealt with it casually, thinking in her heart that Yang Yongxian was really good at taking advantage of the situation. During the time he returned home, he coaxed Mr. Tan back to normal.
"Nai, it's a good thing that my eldest brother can come all the way across the mountain to chat with you, just to kill your boredom," Yang Ruoqing said.
Mrs. Tan nodded, took a few sips of tea and suddenly said: "By the way, girl Qing, when were you and your Tang Yazi born?"
Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, "Why are you asking this?"
Yang Ruoqing was not surprised at all that her biological grandmother did not know the birth time of her biological granddaughter.
The old lady has many children and grandchildren, she must only remember the ones she cares about.
