Brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming were surprised to find that the old man stopped smoking cigarettes these days!
In the past, after dinner, Yang Huaming would habitually visit his third brother's house in the third room at the entrance of the village after returning from the Taoist temple. The two brothers would drink tea with the old man, smoke cigarettes, and chat about household chores.
But at times like this in the past, the father and son must have been puffing away at each other like they were competing, and the entire hall seemed like someone was about to ascend to immortality. The clouds and mountains were surrounded by mist, and the clouds were billowing.
In the past few days, the two brothers have been smoking, and the old man is sitting aside, holding a bowl of tea in his hand and drinking slowly.
Or, the old man just grabbed a handful of melon seeds and ate them leisurely.
Yang Huaming's eyes widened in shock, and he asked Lao Yangtou: "Dad, are you and Liu's father and daughter?"
Lao Yangtou had just stuffed a sunflower seed into his mouth and chewed it. Hearing this, he raised his eyelids and glanced at Yang Huaming in confusion, "What do you mean?"
Yang Huaming pointed to a circle of melon seed shells on the ground beside Lao Yangtou's wheelchair, and said with a smile: "Look, you look so much like Mrs. Liu."
Old Yang lowered his face and glared at Yang Huaming, "Bullshit!"
Yang Huaming chuckled and asked Old Yangtou again: "Dad, what's going on with you? Why haven't you smoked dry cigarettes these days?"
Old Yang spit out the melon seed shells in his mouth and rolled his eyes at Yang Huaming: "I quit smoking. It's boring."
Not interesting?
This made Yang Huazhong, who was holding a dry tobacco pole next to him, smile awkwardly.
"Dad, why is it boring? Take a bite after a meal, or take a bite when you are tired from working in the fields. It's quite exciting!" Yang Huazhong said.
Yang Huaming nodded in agreement: "That's right, we gentlemen don't smoke dry cigarettes, so how can we still feel manly? If you are a man, you have to smoke!"
Lao Yangtou was completely unmoved by what the two brothers said. He still stuffed melon seed shells into his mouth unhurriedly, then spit out the melon seed shells and chewed the melon seed meat until it was crunchy. Listen to It feels quite good when I wake up.
Yang Huaming saw that Old Yangtou couldn't find out the reason, so he turned his attention to Yu Xingkui beside him.
Yu Xingkui sat there, hesitant to speak, and even said that he was waiting for Yang Huaming to ask him.
"Xingkui, what happened to my father? Or was he stimulated by something? Why don't you stop smoking?" Yang Huaming asked.
Yu Xingkui opened his mouth, but couldn't help it anymore. He turned his head and looked at Old Yang: "Uncle Yang, can I say something?"
Old Yangtou was happy, "I don't have anything shameful to do, just say whatever you want!"
Yu Xingkui said hurriedly: "Third brother, fourth brother, old Uncle Yang said he wants to quit smoking!"
"Quit smoking?"
Brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming were so shocked that their eyes almost fell to the ground.
An old smoker who has been smoking cigarettes for fifty years, an old man who doesn’t have to eat or drink, or even a woman, an old man who even squats in a pit with a cigarette stick in his mouth, an old man who just woke up. Lying on the bed without rinsing his mouth or face, his eyes were covered with eye droppings before he even opened them, so he fumbled to pull out the cigarette stick from under the pillow and took a few puffs of it. An old man who once shouted that he couldn't live without cigarettes. Old man, one day he actually said he wanted to quit smoking?
"Dad, is what Xingkui said true?" Yang Huazhong also put down the dry tobacco pole in his hand, approached Lao Yang and asked in surprise.
After Yang Huaming experienced a brief shock, he raised his lips and smiled evilly.
"Dad, I don't believe you can really quit. This stuff can be addictive. I suspect you shouted to quit smoking during the day, secretly got up in the middle of the night and took a few puffs to enjoy yourself, and then quit again during the day, hahaha... Oops, Dad, why are you hitting me with melon seeds?"
Yes, before Yang Huaming finished speaking, the melon seeds thrown by Old Yangtou jumped on his forehead.
Not to mention, a small melon seed really hurts a little when it bounces!
"Why do you think I hit you? Just because you were talking nonsense!" Old Yangtou said angrily, his face turning slightly red.
He pointed at Yu Xingkui: "If you don't believe it, just ask Xingkui. He follows me day and night. He knows best whether I sneak up to smoke at night!"
Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming both looked at Yu Xingkui. Yu Xingkui waved his hands repeatedly and said sincerely and anxiously: "About this, I can really guarantee that Old Uncle Yang will do what he says this time, and there is no adulteration at all." !”
"He even asked me to put away his dry tobacco pole. I put the dry tobacco pole in a cloth bag and hung it under the beams of the eaves. Even if Old Uncle Yang wanted to smoke secretly at night, he couldn't get it. !”
Yang Huazhong believed it and was even more shocked.
But Yang Huaming was still dubious and said, "I'll go to that room and take a look. Maybe there are other dry tobacco poles hidden under the pillow!"
After saying this, he rushed out of the main room like a gust of wind and went straight to the house where Old Yangtou lived.
When Old Yang saw this, he became anxious and ordered Yu Xingkui: "Hurry up and follow, don't let that bastard turn my house into a mess!"
Yu Xingkui smiled awkwardly, not daring to delay, and quickly got up and chased out of the main room.
In the main room, Yang Huazhong asked Old Yang with a complicated expression: "Dad, tell me, why do you suddenly don't want to smoke? Is there something wrong?"
Old Yang waved his hand: "It's nothing. If there is anything, it's because of your mother."
"My mother?" Yang Huazhong was even more confused. What does it have to do with the old lady whether the old man smokes or not?
Yang Huazhong frowned instinctively and his heart sank. He couldn't help but think of what Sun told him two days ago.
The old lady still wanted to take care of Lao Wang's family affairs, but was stopped by everyone. After they were taken away by Qing'er early that day, the old lady still squatted in the yard and cried, with only the old man left to comfort her.
Counting it this way, the old man started to quit smoking from that day on?
Did the old lady say something unpleasant? So it dealt a fatal blow to the old man? So that the old man has to give up the cigarettes he has smoked all his life?
The more Yang Huazhong thought about it, the more worried he became, and he was already trying to formulate words in his mind to comfort the old man...
However, a smile gradually appeared on Lao Yangtou's face, and he said to Yang Huazhong, who was mysterious and happy: "Your mother doesn't want me to stop smoking. She wants me to live a few more years. hey-hey!"
"What? Did my mother mean that?" Yang Huazhong was even more confused.
Because the amount of information revealed in the old man's words was too great.
First of all, quitting smoking is very shocking to this old man’s perseverance and behavior.
Secondly, this is Tan's meaning, which shows that the old lady and the old man are no longer in the incompatible state they were at the beginning, but can now talk together.
Once again, the old lady asked the old man to quit smoking for no other reason than for the sake of the old man’s health and wanted him to live a few more years!
This is incredible!
At the same time, Yang Huazhong also breathed a sigh of relief, and he became faintly happy.
