No matter how hard Yang Huaming tried to shake him off, he couldn't get rid of her. Yang Huaming had no choice but to carry Mr. Liu out of the old Wang family hall and into the yard outside.
Only then did Mrs. Liu get off Yang Huaming's back, tightly holding Yang Huaming's arm, jumping and crying, talking about her previous panic.
Yang Huaming himself was actually frightened. He hugged Mrs. Liu for the first time and patted her on the back: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
Because of Liu's commotion, the villagers watching in the yard also learned about this shocking inside story, and they were in an uproar.
The timid one screamed and backed away, and even turned around and ran towards his home, as if he would be overtaken by the evil spirit if he ran too slowly.
The daring ones had the courage to come to the main room of Lao Wang's family, wanting to see with their own eyes whether Wang Shuanzi's neck was really bitten off by a wild beast.
At this time, the hall of Lao Wang's family was also in chaos.
Although Wang Shuanzi's head was quickly picked up by Yang Ruoqing and wrapped in a handkerchief, everyone who should have seen it saw it.
Yang Huamei rushed towards Yang Ruoqing like crazy, "Shuanzi! Shuanzi!"
Yang Ruoqing was so frightened that she had to give her the thing in her hand. The moment Yang Huamei took off the veil and held Wang Shuanzi's head in her arms, the previously noisy main room suddenly fell silent.
All eyes were focused on Yang Huamei, and everyone's hearts were tugged together, especially Mrs. Tan. She couldn't care less about being afraid, so she wanted to come over and grab Yang Huamei, but she herself was grabbed by Yang Huazhong.
At this time, no one should go there, and don't disturb Yang Huamei.
Everyone looked at Yang Huamei with fear, but Yang Huamei looked at Wang Shuanzi infatuatedly.
She still didn't cry loudly, she just sat on the ground and held her head tightly in her arms.
She gently touched his face, and when her fingers slid over the missing half of his face, her fingers trembled violently.
She was still whispering to him:
"Shuanzi, I've been at my parents' house these past two days, but I've been holding back a lot of things that I want to tell you, but I haven't been able to see you in person."
"Actually, the day I told you to make peace with you, I was deliberately trying to scare you. How could I be willing to really separate from you?"
"You have such a good temper, and you do whatever I say. You are kind to everyone. Apart from my mother, you are the most tolerant of me in the world. You are such a good person, how can I be willing to separate from you?"
Tears fell on Wang Shuanzi's cold and stiff face, and the blood and flesh were blurred, making it even more terrifying.
Mrs. Tan was so frightened that she didn't dare to step forward and stood there with trembling legs and knees.
Even Xiao Hei burst into tears.
Yang Huamei leaned over and kissed Wang Shuanzi gently on the face, then lowered her head and pressed her forehead against his, holding her tightly in her arms.
"Shuanzi, you said that your children and grandchildren cannot be relied on. We will have to support each other in the future."
"You don't mean what you said. You just left like this. You didn't even say hello to me. What should I do if you leave me alone?"
"You're my enemy, how do you want me to deal with it? How should I deal with it..."
When she finished speaking the last sentence, her shoulders began to shake, slowly to rapidly, and finally she raised her head and cried loudly. She cried and laughed a few times. Her weird laugh made everyone in and outside the yard feel chills and chills all over her body. cold.
Yang Huamei fainted in the end.
"It doesn't matter if she faints, she won't survive if she keeps going through this."
Mrs. Tan wiped away her tears and went into the house to accompany Yang Huamei.
Yang Huazhong and the others quickly packed up Wang Shuanzi and loaded the coffin as soon as possible before Yang Huamei woke up.
The coffin belongs to Wang Hongquan. Wang Hongquan is fifty-nine years old and has not yet turned sixty.
But his coffin had been laid together many years ago when Shuanzi Niang died suddenly.
At this moment, most of Wang Hongquan's life was gone. He touched his coffin and said to sisters Wang Cuihua and Wang Chunhua with tears in his eyes: "When this coffin was built, the master painter hinted to me that this coffin might not be good. It wasn’t me who slept. I thought he was just too drunk and was talking nonsense. Now it seems to have come true. Oh my, my son is gone. From now on, who will help me? Shall I retire and die?"
Wang Cuihua burst into tears.
Her good brother is gone. What will happen to her parents' family?
Wang Chunhua, who had no contact with her mother's family, was also in tears at this time.
Back then, my parents were busy doing farm work, and my eldest sister had to do housework and take care of the chickens, ducks, and pigs.
She was the second child who had to take care of her sick and weak brother. Even when she went out to hunt hogweeds, she would tie her brother to her back. Sometimes she would come back late, and her brother would fall asleep on her back during the bumpy ride.
To be honest, the relationship between myself and my brother is the deepest and deepest.
"Your brother is gone, Dabai is in prison again, and Xiaohei is in such a state that you can't expect him to."
"Who will take care of me in the future?"
Wang Hongquan let out a long cry, his tearful eyes rolling over the two girls in front of him.
The eldest daughter, Wang Cuihua, was immersed in the grief of losing her younger brother. Seeing her father look so pitiful, she felt even more sad. She couldn't help but hold Wang Hongquan's arm and said, "Dad, don't worry, as long as Chunhua and I There’s something to eat…”
How about a bite to eat?
Wang Hongquan was breathing rapidly, waiting for what the eldest daughter would say next.
"Sister, let's talk about the future in the future. For now, we sisters will work together to help our parents' family overcome this difficulty!"
Wang Chunhua's sudden interruption made Wang Hongquan very unhappy.
"The white-haired person is giving the black-haired person a gift. I don't even know if there is a future. I might die tomorrow and go looking for my bolt..."
"Dad, please don't say that. My mother is gone and my brother is gone too. If you die again, I will really have no family, wuwuwu..." Wang Cuilian started crying again.
Although Wang Chunhua also frowned and shed tears, she was very dissatisfied with Wang Hongquan's words and deeds.
The younger brother was still lying in pieces on the door panel, and he was planning to let his two daughters die in retirement.
If it is really like what he said, the white-haired man will send the black-haired man to you, you will no longer have any thoughts of living, and you will be so desperate that you want to die. You will not have the time to think about who will support you next, and what you will eat tomorrow. If you are really sad, you will not think about tomorrow, because tomorrow will be dark for you.
Wang Hongtao came to the east room to discuss the funeral with Wang Hongquan. Wang Hongquan waved his hands vigorously:
"Don't ask me about those things. Go ask Mei'er. She is in charge of this family and all the money is in her hands. I don't care about anything and I can't control it..."
Wang Hongtao said: "Mei'er was so distraught that she fainted. If you don't stand up now, who will?"
Wang Hongquan stamped his feet and said: "I don't have any money, what can I do to support it? Should I use half of my life to support it?"
Wang Hongtao was stunned for a moment, "Brother, what's your attitude? The bolts are all gone, why don't you wake up and still make trouble with Mei'er? Why bother!"
