"The same goes for Xu Yuanming. Even if Xiao Hei doesn't please him, he won't say that to Xiao Hei."
"He said that there is something wrong with Xiao Hei's brain. If this word spreads outside, it will be difficult for my Xiao Hei to get married in the future!"
Faced with Yang Huamei's complaints and dissatisfaction, Tan remained silent.
If Mr. Tan makes any noise, I'm afraid it will only add fuel to the fire.
why?
Because Mrs. Tan also felt that there was something wrong with Xiao Hei's mind, but as a grandmother, if she said this, she would be afraid that her daughter would completely fall out with her.
"Fat Ya, your aunt is talking to you, please say a few words and don't be silent!"
Tan himself couldn't tell, so he kicked the ball directly to Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing smiled and said calmly: "Auntie, don't care about other people's opinions. We all know what Xiao Hei is like."
Whether it is due to immaturity or a brain disease, everyone has their own judgment.
"As for Xiao Hei's marriage, my aunt doesn't have to worry about it. Fate is destined!"
Listening to Yang Ruoqing's words, Yang Huamei felt that she had said nothing, but at the same time she seemed to have said everything.
"Hey, maybe I'm overthinking it, so I don't care, I'd better take care of my own body first!"
Yang Huamei pulled up the quilt and lay down, wanting to sleep for a while.
Then he thought that Xiao Hei was covered in injuries, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he looked miserable, and no one was around to ask for help.
Seemingly sensing Yang Huamei's thoughts, Yang Ruoqing added, "Auntie, don't worry about Xiao Hei. His face looks scary, but it's actually just skin trauma."
"I already gave him medicine before. His father should be taking care of him in his room now."
Hearing that someone was taking care of Xiao Hei, Yang Huamei's heart was relieved.
He lay there, looking at the ceiling of the tent and sighing.
Yang Ruoqing gently tucked the corners of Yang Huamei's quilt and said, "Sister, there were so many people before and I didn't say anything. Now I will tell you the truth."
"I agree with Da Bai on this matter. Xiao Hei should suffer a little, otherwise he will never grow up and learn to be considerate of others."
"Girl, I know you feel bad when you see Xiao Hei like that, as all mothers do, but no matter how much you feel bad, you have to be cruel, otherwise he doesn't understand the truth and will not only cheat you, but also himself."
Yang Huamei stared at Yang Ruoqing, nodded silently, and cried silently.
"Qing'er, every word you say goes to the bottom of my heart. I feel distressed and relieved at the same time." Yang Huamei said.
Mrs. Tan also put her hand on Yang Huamei's forehead, "Don't think so much, just have a good sleep for a while. This sick person is going through a lot of trouble."
Yang Ruoqing also stood up and said, "Auntie, you can sleep for a while and let Xiao Hei dry by himself first. When it's almost time to get back, you can ask him to come over and reason with him."
Kindness and power coexist, a slap in the face and a jujube are given, and the two slaps are repeated alternately.
Yang Huamei understood, and watched Yang Ruoqing leave, and told her: "Qing'er, you should take a rest these two days, you are about to give birth, don't be tired from running around anymore."
Yang Ruoqing touched her big belly, smiled at Yang Huamei and said, "Well, Xiao Hei is back, and I feel settled in my heart. I won't come over tomorrow. Let's take a rest."
Yang Huamei's eyes were filled with emotion.
Yang Ruoqing told Mrs. Tan again: "Nai, remember to make a bowl of the donkey-hide gelatin powder I left for my aunt every morning and evening. It will warm the palace."
Mrs. Tan nodded, "Don't worry, take care of yourself, your aunt has me here!"
Only then did Yang Ruoqing leave with satisfaction.
When passing by the yard, she took a special look at the door of Xiao Hei's house.
Good guy, for such a big guy, sitting on a stool is taller than Wang Hongquan standing.
With his back to the door, the clothes on his upper body were taken off around his waist, exposing the lumps of flesh on his shoulders, and his arms were thicker than the average person's thighs.
The neck is also thick, carrying a big head. At first glance, I thought he was a bodybuilder.
But in fact, he was screaming so much that Wang Hongquan was at a loss when applying medicine to him.
"Master, it hurts, it hurts so much..."
The intonation was elongated and there was a vibrato.
"Where does it hurt?" Wang Hongquan asked.
"Everywhere hurts, my brother hit me!"
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, let me blow it for you..."
Yang Ruoqing suddenly shuddered, thinking that if the conversation happened between grandfather and grandson, and the grandson was under six years old, it would not be against the rules at all.
But this little black guy...hey, he's tall physically and mentally weak.
How could such a good boy suddenly become like this?
Yang Ruoqing was so frightened that she touched her high belly. Raising children is also a science.
You don’t need to expect them to be outstanding in the future. At the very least, you must be responsible, have a correct outlook on life, and become an ordinary person.
The affairs of Lao Wang's family have come to an end for the time being.
Yang Huamei was recuperating from illness. It is said that Xiao Hei also stayed behind, hiding in the house to recuperate, and then helped Tan to take care of Yang Huamei.
It rained a lot in the next few days, and Yang Ruoqing was too lazy to go there, so she just sat on the couch and flipped through a book of stories in her hand.
These words were written in the book after Luo Fengtang found out that she was pregnant with her second child. He went back to Qing'an County to do some work and collected them for her, saying that they were for her to kill the boredom in the past few months while raising the baby.
As a result, the past few months of raising her baby were not boring at all.
The big and small things at home happened one after another. There was a box full of conversation books, and I only read two or three of them.
It was raining today. Yang Ruoqing read two story books in one breath. When she saw the heavy box, she wanted to see what other books were underneath.
So she got down and took out the books in the box one by one.
Daqi's travel notes, customs, folklore...
There are also some poems, poems, music scores, recipes handed down from ancient times...
When she saw a thick green-covered book at the bottom, Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment.
The book looked familiar to her.
Several times when she came out of the shower, or woke up in the middle of the night, or came back from playing outside and broke into his study, she saw him reading, holding what seemed to be a green cover like this.
Every time he saw her come in, he put the book back in the drawer as if by accident.
Yang Ruoqing always thought it was a book on military science, so she never thought about it in other aspects.
She picked up the book.
Good guy, heavy.
Opening the cover and glancing at the words above, her pupils shrank slightly.
Then he turned back again, flipping through dozens of pages at a glance, and his eyes fell on certain places on the ground where horizontal lines were drawn to mark the key points and notes.
The handwriting is strong and courageous, the pen moves like a dragon and a snake, and contains an edge.
That was Luo Fengtang's handwriting, and he recognized it.
The names he signed on official military documents and the instructions he gave were all written in such domineering yet handsome handwriting.
Pick up the pen, point out the country, and inspire words.
Put down your pen, hold your sword, kill to stop killing, and defend your home and country.
