'Klass Yang' felt Yang Huazhou's entanglement and fear, so he raised his head and squinted his eyes, grinning at Yang Huazhou, revealing his big yellow teeth that had been stained by dry smoke all year round.
In some places, there were lumps of dental calculus, just like stalactites. Yang Huazhou was not only angry but also disgusted by the sight.
He works in a restaurant and has strict control over the ingredients. Every dish served to the guests must be specially instructed not to contain even a hair on it.
At this moment, he faced Old Yangtou and really...lost!
Yang Huazhou covered his mouth and turned around, running to the corner like a gust of wind and retching.
Hearing his deafening sound of retching, Old Yangtou actually frowned in disgust.
"She's vomiting like this, and she looks like a bitch who's in a state of shame. It's not what she looks like!"
When Yang Huazhou heard this, he was so angry that he wanted to vomit his heart, liver, and lungs.
At the table, Yang Huazhong banged the table hard and said to Old Yang, "Dad, you are over seventy years old after all. The loess is buried up to your neck. Why are you still so troublesome?"
"This won't work. The woman in the house must be sent away tonight. She can't stay even a moment longer!"
Old Yangtou, who had always been calm and composed before, now looked gloomy. He raised his hand and hit Yang Huazhong on the back of his hand with the dry tobacco pole.
It was probably a knock on the bone. After a crisp "ding-dong" sound, Yang Huazhong retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted and gasped in pain.
"Third uncle, how are you?"
Yang Yongjin rushed to Yang Huazhong and helped him check his smashed finger.
Yang Huazhong put his hands behind his back and shook his head, "It's okay."
Fortunately, all the blood on his face had faded.
Yang Yongqing rushed forward to overturn Lao Yangtou's wheelchair, but was stopped by little Lao Yangtou and Lao Jiangtou.
"Young boy, you can't do it, you can't do it!"
Yang Huazhong also gritted his teeth and scolded Yang Yongqing: "Come back!"
Yang Yongqing was so angry that he turned back and kicked the closed door of the west room hard, cursing all kinds of unpleasant words.
When Lao Yangtou saw this, he scolded Yang Yongqing and threw the dry tobacco pole in his hand.
The sound this time was louder than the previous knock on Yang Huazhong, and the force was obviously heavier. The metal at the bottom of the dry tobacco pole hit the back of Yang Yongqing's head, causing him to almost faint with stars in his eyes.
Little Old Yangtou and Old Jiangtou hurried over and condemned Old Yangtou: "Just say what you say, why do you do anything?"
Lao Jiangtou also said with a dark face: "The children are letting you go, so don't push yourself too far!"
Little old Yangtou was afraid that the unscrupulous Yang Yongqing would do something wrong, so he even split up with old Jiangtou, leaving old Jiangtou to continue to persuade old Yangtou, while little old Yangtou ran over and dragged Yang Yongqing out of the house. Yang Yongqing then Roaring in the yard like a leashed and muzzled Rottweiler.
In the west room, the woman named 'Yun Ya' originally put her ear to the back of the door to listen to the goings on in the main room outside.
Yang Yongqing's previous kick was so violent that the door almost fell down, and the woman was so frightened that she ran back to the bed and hid.
In the main room, Lao Yangtou was already pushing his wheelchair towards the west door.
"Don't be afraid, Yun Ya. I'm here. As long as I'm still breathing, no one in this room dares to touch a hair on your head!"
Old Jiang's head was as big as two heads, and he stamped his feet angrily, "Brother, why are you like this? You said you..."
A figure came over. She picked up the cigarette stick that Old Yang had dropped at his feet, and then broke the cigarette stick into two pieces in full view of everyone.
"Girl Qing, you, you broke my dry tobacco pole, you, you are in trouble!"
Old Yang was so angry that he slapped the armrest of his wheelchair hard, and all the blood rushed to his face.
Lao Jiangtou hurriedly advised: "It's just a dry tobacco pole. At worst, I can just buy another one later..."
"You know nothing, Old Jiang!" Old Yang shouted at Old Jiangtou, spraying spittle all over Old Jiangtou's face.
"Buy one? It's easy!"
"This and the cigarette pole were given to me by Yunya. She spent all her personal money to buy me the cigarette pole when the autumn wind was cool last time. It is the first dry cigarette pole after autumn. That kind of friendship, friendship... you This old widower knows nothing!"
Lao Jiangtou, who was wiping spittle on his face, was shaken all over.
He lowered his hands and looked at Lao Yangtou in disbelief: "What did you call me? Did you call me old widower? You, you try calling me another one?"
Old Yang was stunned for a moment, obviously seeing that his old friend was serious.
When the Jiang family's younger siblings were still alive, Old Jiangtou obeyed her, but even after his death for so many years, he never renewed his relationship. He was really an honest man who didn't know how to enjoy things.
Being an honest man, Old Yangtou didn't want to make any more enemies for himself at this time, so he remained silent, turned around and wanted to continue to be angry at Yang Ruoqing.
However, Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and patted the door of the west room: "Inside, open the door."
"Girl Qing, what are you going to do?" Old Yangtou became nervous again, pushing the wheelchair closer to Yang Ruoqing, trying to pull her away.
Yang Ruoqing made up her mind to stand where she was. Not to mention an old Yangtou in a wheelchair, even ten "Klass Yangs" who could stand up could not push her away.
"Open the door. If you don't open the door again, I'll kick you!" she yelled again.
In the west room, there was a rustling sound, as if someone was lingering over.
Old Yangtou quickly shouted inside: "Yunya, don't open the door. This damn girl is a lunatic. Don't be afraid. I'm here, and I'm blocking her!"
block?
Just you?
Yang Ruoqing raised her leg and kicked it.
There was a loud bang, accompanied by the miserable scream of the woman in the house, and the door fell down.
"You damn girl!"
Old Yangtou really gritted his teeth at Yang Ruoqing and wished he could kill her.
But at that moment, he didn't care about killing Yang Ruoqing, because he had already pushed the wheelchair under him desperately towards the west room, howling like a roaring horse as he rushed: "Yunya, Yunya, where are you? I'm here to save you. Got it!"
"Master!"
A woman hurriedly ran out from behind the bed. Even though Yang Ruoqing had good eyesight, she didn't see the woman's face clearly. She only saw a flowery figure rushing towards Old Yang's head, kneeling in front of him and burying her head in his thigh. superior.
Judging from the body shape, this woman should be about the same height as Tan, and she is just as thin.
However, her hair was black and shiny, and her clothes were bright, but they were all flowers anyway, and there was a smell of low-quality rouge and gouache.
She didn't dare to raise her head at all, wishing she could hide her head under Lao Yang's crotch. She clutched Lao Yangtou's clothes with both hands, wearing a pink pearl bracelet on each exposed wrist, and a silver bracelet on the other side.
This look looked like a retired madam, which made Yang Ruoqing feel irritated.
In particular, Lao Yangtou still held her tightly in his arms, coaxing and comforting her like a rare treasure, which made Yang Ruoqing's stomach churn.
