"Mom, what are all these? It's black and hairy, and there's a strange smell..."
Yang Huaming poked his head over and saw the strands of hair in front of him. Each strand was tied with red silk thread, but the hair was so withered that it looked like it had been there for many years.
At first glance, I thought they were withered corn silks.
"Mom, are these corn silk or pig hair?" He couldn't help but ask again.
As a result, Tan received a slap on the forehead.
"It's you!" Tan scolded.
"Hey, my head is on my neck!" Yang Huaming was in a good mood, and he could still make jokes while touching the painful back of his head.
"Uncle Fourth, if I guess correctly, this is not pig hair, it should be human fetal hair."
The person who spoke was Yang Ruoqing. She was obviously speaking to Yang Huaming, but her eyes were looking straight at Tan, asking for confirmation.
The anger on Mrs. Tan's face disappeared, and she quietly held the tea bowl and sipped the tea.
"Well, this is fetal hair. All the fetal hair from my five sons and one daughter are here." Tan said calmly with his eyes drooped.
When every child was born, she cut off a handful and tied it with red string, then cut her middle finger, dripped three drops of her heart's blood into it, and put it in the box.
This is an ancient ritual. It is said that it can suppress the fate of children and allow them to grow up safely and smoothly.
It's just that this will cause some loss to adults...
Yang Ruoqing saw the faint dark spots on the fetal hair, and could still faintly smell the residual smell of blood.
She suddenly remembered a ritual to celebrate the birth of a newborn that she had heard of a long time ago...
Before the child is one year old, the fetal hair must be watered with blood every hundred days. Six children...
Yang Ruoqing's heart palpitated violently.
Looking at Mrs. Tan again, her eyes were much more complicated. In all these years, she might have never really seen this old lady clearly.
On the side, Yang Huazhong and the others seemed to have thought of something. The room suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere gradually became solemn.
Yang Huazhong lowered his head, his heart was blocked by something, and his eyes were red.
Yang Huaming came back to his senses, and suddenly reached out tremblingly to stroke the fetal hair, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Mom, so there is my fetal hair in this?"
Mrs. Tan rolled her eyes at him, "Nonsense, what do you think?"
Yang Huaming cried with joy: "Mother, I thought you only had eyes for eldest brother and Mei'er. These brothers among us are buy one, get one free. They are worthless. I didn't expect, I didn't expect, hehe... Mom, you are so kind!" "
After living for so many years, I always thought that I was a child that my grandma didn't love and my uncle didn't love me. Now I realize that I am also a child that my mother loves!
"Third brother, did you hear that? We are there for you, and my mother also has us in her heart."
Yang Huaming was so happy that he reached out to push Yang Huazhong.
Compared with his unabashed attitude, Yang Huazhong is much more restrained.
Even a little embarrassed.
Tan was also embarrassed.
Her gentleness, love and gentle words were only used to talk to her daughter Yang Huamei. She always dealt with her sons by beating and scolding them.
It has been shaped for decades, and if she was asked to speak like a loving mother again, she was afraid that she would get goosebumps.
So, she slammed the tea bowl on the table, and started to chase people away with a sullen face.
"Okay, okay, it's getting late. I want to rest. You all should go!"
Yang Huaming, who was in his forties, ran to Mrs. Tan like a puppy, hugged her arm and said coquettishly: "Mom, my son wants to spend more time with you..."
Yang Huaming has been busy working on the river embankment these days. He has an unkempt beard and a coquettish image that is very eye-catching.
Mrs. Tan slapped him on the forehead with a dark face: "You smell so bad, don't you have any points? Why don't you go back to the house to wash up and sleep!"
If Mr. Tan said this normally, Yang Huaming would definitely feel ashamed and angry at being rejected.
But now, not only did he not feel that he was despised, but he also felt that it was a blessing to be so 'disdained and driven' by his mother.
No matter how generous you are, even if you are middle-aged, accustomed to the harshness of the world, and have been beaten by this reality into a mellow and shrewd person, deep down in your heart, you still long to be as simple as a child.
At this moment, Yang Huaming felt like he was young again.
"Okay, I'm going to take a shower, and I'll talk to my mother later, hehe!"
He ran out of the east room happily.
Yang Huazhong also stood up. With red eyes, he said, "Mom, let's go back first and see you tomorrow."
Tan nodded.
When everyone in the room was gone, Tan walked over and closed the door.
When he turned around, he patted the wrinkles on his sleeves.
That was the place that Yang Huaming coquettishly pulled before.
"You bastard, you're dirty and smelly!"
Mr. Tan muttered and cursed, but the corner of his mouth raised a hint of pleasure.
On the way back, Yang Huazhong remained silent.
But Sun and Bao Suyun were really moved.
Mrs. Sun said: "My mother has a cold face and a warm heart, but she has a sharp mouth and a soft heart."
Bao Suyun also said: "Yes, I didn't even keep the fetal hair for Dabao and Mianmian..."
Sun felt ashamed and turned sideways to look at Yang Ruoqing who was walking beside her, "I haven't done that to any of my children."
Yang Ruoqing smiled at Mrs. Sun, "I didn't give Chen'er or Baobao any treatment either. Mom, every mother has her own way of loving her children. There is no one-size-fits-all approach."
Mrs. Sun knew that Yang Ruoqing was trying to comfort her, so she nodded with a smile.
When they arrived at the door of the house, they watched Bao Suyun enter the courtyard, and the three people here turned around.
After entering the courtyard, Yang Huazhong, who had been silent all the way, finally spoke up.
"From now on, I will be more patient with my mother, and I will be a filial son."
Sun looked up at him and nodded gently, "Okay!"
Yang Ruoqing said: "Dad, you are already a filial son."
Yang Huazhong shook his head: "This is far from enough."
Yang Ruoqing was silent.
Kind people are most easily hurt, and kind people are most easily moved.
Yang Huazhong was hurt by the gold bracelet incident.
But the two things of dividing the box and the fetal hair were suppressed together, and Yang Huazhong felt nothing but emotion and tenderness, as well as deep guilt and self-blame.
But Tan's behavior tonight really made people admire her.
If this old lady had a more pleasant mouth and a kinder look, she would really be impeccable.
So much so that Yang Ruoqing planned to give up revenge on Tan. Since she liked living in the East Room, she should live in the East Room.
When I came over, I met Old Yangtou. The old lady was not happy, not to mention that Yang Ruoqing still had nine taels of silver in her pocket given by Tan.
Forget it, Melon’s grudge is wiped away with one stroke.
At night, the doors and windows of Lao Wang's house were closed.
Yang Huamei and Dabai were both very nervous, especially during dinner. Both mother and son's ears were twitching, keeping an eye on what was going on outside at any time.
I'm afraid that someone from Lao Yang's family will take the gold bracelet back.
