Looking around, she asked him proactively: "It's windy here, so don't stay here any longer. I'll take you back to the house!"
Old Yang raised his head and looked at the sun above his head, "It's good to bask in the sun, and we can still chat..."
"You're a dead man to talk about, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you!" Mrs. Tan couldn't wait to drink the old Yang's head off.
Old Yang was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, why is this old lady getting more and more irritable?
Then he discovered the red color behind Tan's fair ears, and Lao Yang's head suddenly became clear.
Haha, this old woman is actually shy!
You're so old-skinned, but you can still be shy?
"Okay, then please push me back to the house. I just happened to go back to the house to have a smoke." Old Yangtou said.
Tan quickly walked around behind Lao Yangtou, held the armrests of his wheelchair and pushed him forward.
Not to mention, she had never helped the old man push his wheelchair since he became paralyzed.
Oh, I remember, she seemed to have pushed it once.
It must have been a few years ago when the two of them had an argument in the front guest room. She got so violent that she pushed him and his wheelchair to the ground, and then ran away...
Looking at the old man sitting in a wheelchair, he had a blanket on his legs.
In Mrs. Tan's mind, she thought about the man who supported the whole family back then. He was so tall, burly, and had a hearty laugh. No matter where he went, he was like a gust of wind...
But now, he was trapped on this ghost-looking stool like a useless person. The man who was once so strong... Tan lowered his eyes, feeling very uncomfortable.
He sent Lao Yangtou back to the house where he rested.
Old Yangtou picked up the dry tobacco pole on the table, bit it into his mouth, and started smoking happily.
Tan did not leave immediately, but looked around and looked at the room.
There was a big bed, and a simple bunk was built vertically next to the big bed. A toilet and a chamber pot were stuffed under the bunk.
There are teapots and bowls randomly placed on the table. Next to the wall is a double-door wardrobe that is taller than a person. There is a washstand in the corner. There are several basins of different sizes on the washstand. It is estimated that you can wash your face, body, and feet. The whole set.
Above the ears of the washstand, there was a rope with several handkerchiefs hanging on it.
Tan looked around and nodded secretly.
The environment in this house is pretty good, everything is in its proper place, and it's pretty neat.
It can be seen that the couple really put their heart into taking care of the old man, and Yu Xingkui is also pretty good.
Lao Yang was smoking a dry cigarette. From the corner of his eye, he saw Mr. Tan with his hands behind his back, looking around the room like a patrolling official, and nodding secretly.
There was a smile in Lao Yangtou's eyes. He was so happy that he took a big puff of cigarette into his lungs, which made him cough violently.
A bowl of tea was delivered to him. Following the hand holding the tea bowl, Old Yang saw Tan's sullen face staring at him.
"I know how to smoke it every day, and I'll cough you up sooner or later!" Tan said angrily, "Here, drink this tea and squeeze it!"
Tan directly put the tea bowl into Lao Yangtou's hand, and at the same time pulled off the dry tobacco stick in his hand and put it on the table.
"I heard that people who smoke too much dry cigarettes will shorten their lives. If you don't want to die so quickly, just smoke less!" Tan said rudely again, his words were not nice, and his tone was not good.
However, Lao Yangtou found it very useful and felt very warm in his heart.
Because the familiar feeling of a couple from the previous decades came out again...
This feeling is probably what Lao Jiangtou is most envious of nowadays, and since he has it, he really has to cherish his happiness!
"Just tell me not to smoke anymore, just tell me not to smoke!" Old Yang looked at Tan and said solemnly.
Mrs. Tan turned to look at him and found that his eyes were firm and scorching.
Tan was stunned.
When she reacted, her face was completely red. In order to cover up her embarrassment, she took a few steps back and spit on the ground beside Lao Yangtou's wheelchair.
"You old fool, what are you talking about? It doesn't matter to me whether you smoke or not? Just shut up!"
Tan cursed a few words, shook his head and ran out of the house.
Lao Yangtou pushed the wheelchair to turn around and called her from behind.
After shouting twice, Tan ran faster.
And Yu Xingkui just came back from Lao Jiang's house at this time.
When he met Mr. Tan at the door, Yu Xingkui greeted Mr. Tan, but Ms. Tan's steps didn't stop at all, as if there was a ghost chasing behind her.
Yu Xingkui's face was full of confusion. He turned around and saw Lao Yang pushing the wheelchair and chasing him to the door of the house.
Yu Xingkui understood instantly.
He wondered, had he come back at the wrong time?
"Old Uncle Yang, do you want me to help you find Auntie?" Yu Xingkui stepped forward to support Old Yang's head and the excited and bumpy ear wheelchair under him, and asked enthusiastically.
However, Lao Yangtou glared at him, "Forget it!"
Lao Yangtou did not chase and call Mrs. Tan, but turned around and returned to the table.
Yu Xingkui scratched his head. It was over. It seemed that he had come back at the wrong time.
"Did you send the tobacco leaves to your Uncle Jiang?" Lao Yang turned to ask Yu Xingkui.
Yu Xingkui nodded: "I handed it to Uncle Jiang personally..."
Yu Xingkui then told Lao Yangtou the scene in detail, as well as Lao Jiangtou's joy and the words he asked him to convey to Lao Yangtou.
He was very happy to know that the old man had received the tobacco leaves, and Old Yangtou was also very happy, with a bit of a smile on his face.
Taking advantage of Old Yangtou's happiness, Yu Xingkui quickly picked up the dry tobacco pole on the table and held it in front of Old Yangtou with both hands.
"Old Uncle Yang, come and take a puff of dry tobacco."
Yu Xingkui has been serving Lao Yangtou personally for several years, and he has a clear understanding of Lao Yangtou's preferences.
The old man is just like other old men in the village. He doesn't have many other hobbies. He only likes smoking and drinking.
Let's just say smoking. When you are in a happy mood, you have to take a few puffs.
When you are unhappy, you have to fight a few times.
Sure enough, when the dry tobacco pole was delivered to Old Yangtou, Old Yangtou subconsciously and habitually prepared to reach out to catch it.
As soon as his fingers touched the dry tobacco pole, something suddenly occurred to him. He frowned and put the dry tobacco pole back on the table.
"Xingkui, help me put away this dry tobacco pole. It's best to hide it somewhere where I can't find it!" Old Yangtou ordered.
Yu Xingkui's jaw almost dropped to the ground in shock. He cocked his ears, thinking he heard wrongly!
"Old Uncle Yang, you, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand you?" he asked blankly.
Old Yang lowered his face and tapped the table with his fingers impatiently: "Aren't I speaking in human language? Why can't you understand? I asked you to put away the dry tobacco pole. From now on, I plan to quit smoking. Got it!"
"Huh? Quit smoking?" This time, Yu Xingkui was shocked not only by his chin but also his eyes that fell to the ground.
"Old Uncle Yang, this is great, why do you want to quit smoking?" Yu Xingkui couldn't help asking.
Old Yang rolled his eyes at him and said, "Smoking is not good. I want to live a few more years, don't you?"
Yu Xingkui's eyes were still as big as a bell, and his mind really couldn't turn around.
Suddenly, a thought jumped into my mind. Could it be related to Aunt Tan who ran away earlier?
