Changping Village.
When Yang Ruoqing heard the noise in the yard next door and climbed over the wall, she saw her father shivering in the cold wind with his shoulders hunched.
"Dad, what's wrong with my milk?"
Seeing that Yang Ruoqing was alarmed, Yang Huazhong couldn't bear to feel ashamed and said anxiously: "Who knows? You were howling in the middle of the night and you didn't let me in. Your mother is inside now."
"Dad, don't worry. My baby can still talk and walk, which means it's not a big deal. You go to the main room and wait. Don't get cold here in the winter."
"It's okay, I'll just wait here."
Yang Ruoqing knew that Yang Huazhong's stubborn temper could not be persuaded to leave unless he knew the outcome of the matter.
"Dad, you listen to me and go to the main room first. I'll go into my milk room and have a look. I'll talk to you later."
Yang Huazhong was still hesitating.
"Dad, it's already the twelfth lunar month, and the busy New Year is about to begin. Da'an and the others have already set off on their way home. How will we spend the New Year if you fall ill from the cold? You will have tears and runny noses by then. Fuwa and Feng'er can't get close to each other, so what can we do?"
"Okay, then I'll go to the main room and have a sip of hot tea. Qing'er, you'll have to come over and tell me the news soon. I'll be waiting!"
"Well, I'll go in and take a look at the situation and report to dad right away!"
After bringing out the grandchildren, Yang Huazhong was finally persuaded to leave. When he left, Yang Ruoqing started to knock on the door with her back foot.
"Which one?"
Tan's voice came from the room, full of energy.
Just hearing this ferocious questioning voice, Yang Ruoqing dared to conclude that unless there was a natural disaster or man-made disaster, ordinary illnesses would not kill Tan within three years.
"Nai, it's me. Your most beloved granddaughter, Qing'er, is here. Please open the door."
Yang Ruoqing said sweetly, she knew that she was talking in her sleep before she woke up.
Tan in the room was obviously stunned.
Such a shameless person will put gold on his face.
Mrs. Tan thought disdainfully, but she couldn't get angry, "Don't come in, there's something going on in my room..."
"I'm just here to see what's going on. Open the door and let me in." Yang Ruoqing yawned and said.
Mrs. Tan looked at the mess in the room and Mrs. Sun squatting on the ground to deal with the dirt, and felt a little embarrassed.
These things can be seen by my daughter-in-law, but I can’t shamelessly let my granddaughter see them.
"It's inconvenient, please go back." Tan said again.
"Inconvenient?" Yang Ruoqing's voice paused, her face pressed against the crack of the door and she chuckled: "Mistress, you couldn't bear the loneliness and hid the old man in the house, right? Goose goose..."
The door of the house suddenly opened, and Mrs. Tan was standing at the door wearing obscene clothes, her gray hair was blown wildly by the night wind, her brows were raised and her facial features were twisted, she looked like a female version of the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun.
She yelled at Yang Ruoqing in the night in front of her: "Hide your dead head, old lady. I will walk and sit upright all my life. Real gold is not afraid of fire!"
"If that's the case, why are you so secretive?" Yang Ruoqing said with a smile, and slipped into the room like a loach.
By the time Tan was a little quieter by the wind and wanted to stop him, it was already too late.
She slapped her thigh suddenly and realized that she had hit Yang Ruoqing.
"This damn fat girl is full of evil intentions, and she succeeded again!"
Mrs. Tan also followed in cursing, fearing that Yang Huazhong would get in again, so she quickly closed the door. After returning to the house, Mrs. Tan quickly sat on the bed and pulled the quilt over her, leaving only a disheveled head.
Yang Ruoqing scanned the room and found no trace of the old man in the clothes cabinet under the bed, nor was there any fresh meat that he didn't want to fight for. Well, the old lady really didn't eat it secretly, so she saved it for the evening!
Next, I saw Mrs. Sun squatting on the corner of the bed wiping the dirt around the toilet.
Sun heard all the previous movements, but she had no time to respond. It wasn't until Yang Ruoqing entered the room that she turned around and glanced at her: "Why are you here at this late hour?"
"I drank too much tea and couldn't fall asleep. I was disturbed by the movement here and came over to take a look." Yang Ruoqing said truthfully.
Seeing Ms. Sun squatting there and busy, she picked up the candle on the table and came closer: "Mom, what are you wiping? What's wrong with my breasts?"
Mrs. Sun was so busy that she didn't even have time to raise her head, so she whispered to Yang Ruoqing: "Your grandma got up to relieve herself earlier. When she saw Hong, she was frightened."
Mrs. Tan was frightened, but according to Yang Ruoqing, Mrs. Sun and Yang Huazhong also lost half their lives.
"What kind of blood is it? Black or red?" Yang Ruoqing asked again, holding a candle in one hand, taking out a handkerchief with the other hand, covering her nose and leaning down to look.
Before Mrs. Sun could speak, Mrs. Tan made a sound on the bed.
"I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding. I can't live for a few more days. This year's New Year's Eve dinner might be my last. There's no hope for next year. Oh my God, why are you so evil-hearted? You kill people, set fire to gold belts, and build bridges and roads. No corpse, how can you bear to accept such a good person like me? That black-hearted old man with a rotten heart is still wandering around, why don't you accept him? It's unreasonable..."
Mrs. Tan was wrapped in quilt and sitting on the bed, slapping the edge of the bed, crying and cursing, looking like she was about to collapse.
Mrs. Sun was panicked and didn't know what to do.
Yang Ruoqing stared at the blood stains on the handkerchief in Sun's hand for a while, then stood up straight and smiled at Tan and said, "Mistress, please stop crying..."
Tan's crying stopped suddenly, and she looked at Yang Ruoqing with tearful eyes. She subconsciously clenched the quilt under her body tightly, nervously, as if she was expecting something.
Yang Ruoqing still smiled and said: "Hey, everyone has his or her own destiny, life and death. Who will not die? It's useless for you to cry. It's better to face it with a smile."
Tan's face darkened, and she subconsciously wanted to curse Yang Ruoqing, but she couldn't muster the strength, and even the quilt wrapped around her slipped off.
She covered her face and cried at the top of her lungs, but her voice couldn't come down for a while. She choked and shook her shoulders several times before her voice finally came out, "...My, my, my life is so miserable, I, I haven't... You have lived enough. Oh my god, you are so evil. Good people don’t get rewarded..."
Yang Ruoqing also shook her shoulders, she was happy.
This is the second time that Tan has used the phrase "good people don't get rewarded" to label themselves.
If this little old lady can bear this label, Yang Ruoqing will eat all the shit in the Changping Village toilet and leave a piece of dregs behind, she will lose!
Okay, the taste is a bit strong, but it also reflects her disapproval of Tan’s label!
Mrs. Tan was sitting on the bed crying so hard that Mrs. Sun couldn't squat any more. She didn't even bother to scrub her hands, so she hurried over to support Mrs. Tan and persuade her.
Tan was still crying.
"I'm going to die, I'm really going to die, so fast?"
