"Don't worry, Qing'er, your fourth aunt and I are not a coward. I should say what I should say, what should not be said, and what kind of words should be said under any circumstances. I know it in my heart. It all depends on whether I am willing or not! "
Ms. Liu patted her chest and gave Yang Ruoqing a smile.
This smile is a sure win, and I can handle this trip easily.
In this case, Yang Ruoqing let her go and allowed her to go with her.
Soon, the three of them arrived at Lao Wang's new house.
There were no people watching the excitement at the entrance of the new house. Why?
Because before a bowl of tea, Yang Huamei had just poured a basin of foot-washing water at the door of the courtyard. The dirty water splashed, scaring the onlookers outside to curse and scatter.
Yang Huamei didn't even bother to take the basin back, so she let it fall upside down on the ground at the entrance of the yard as a deterrent.
"Oh my God, Mei'er is so heartless to lose such a good footbath like this!"
When Mrs. Liu saw the wooden basin, she hurriedly ran over.
Yang Ruoqing thought Mrs. Liu was going to help Yang Huamei pick up the basin and take it back to the house, but in the end, Mrs. Liu kicked the basin back into the yard.
"Okay, now that the pot is back in the yard, people passing by outside can't steal it!"
Ms. Liu clapped her hands and looked proud, as if she had done something extraordinary.
Yang Ruoqing shook her head, then bent over to pick up the pot, brought it back under the eaves, and let it dry against the wall.
During this process, Yang Huazhong didn't pay attention to the two people behind him. He immediately entered the yard of Lao Wang's new house and went straight to the main room.
The main room was in a mess, and there was a pool of black stuff on the ground, sticky, like syrup or something splashed on the ground.
The dustpan and broom were staggered behind the door, and there was a pile of broken bowls and residual blood stains on the floor.
"Oh my god, this is murder!"
As soon as Mrs. Liu entered the room and saw this formation, she subconsciously exclaimed.
Then, his shoulder was patted by Yang Ruoqing, and he raised his head to meet Yang Ruoqing's cold eyes.
Mrs. Liu stuck out her tongue, quickly raised her hands and covered her mouth tightly.
The eyes exposed on the back of her hands showed a bit of pleading, begging Yang Ruoqing to spare her for now and not to let her go...
Yang Ruoqing had no time to continue the warning, because a woman with disheveled hair, scarlet eyes, pale face, fierce eyes, and a guarded look stumbled out of the west room, holding a mallet in her hand.
"It's those boring chatterboxes..."
The curse in her mouth was stopped when she saw Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing appearing in the main room.
"Three, third brother?"
Yang Huazhong looked at Yang Huamei's appearance and frowned.
"I heard that Zhuangzhuang is in some trouble. We're worried. Come over and see what's going on!"
His deep and deep voice seemed to bring calm courage to Yang Huamei.
The mallet in Yang Huamei's hand fell to the ground with a bang, her mouth trembled, and she said with a cry: "Third brother, I, I, I almost killed my Zhuangzhuang, Third brother, I, I almost killed him, wu …Woohoo…”
She suddenly rushed towards Yang Huazhong, hugged Yang Huazhong's waist and cried like a child.
….
Yang Huazhong didn't expect Yang Huamei to react like this. He was suddenly hugged by his sister, and his body became stiff for a few seconds.
But soon, he also found the feeling of being an elder brother. He raised his hand and gently patted Yang Huamei's back to comfort her.
"Stop crying, the child is fine. Come on, take me to see how the child is doing now!"
Yang Huamei led Yang Huazhong, Yang Ruoqing and the others to the west room.
Because of his mental state, he was supported by Yang Huazhong and still walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Although he no longer cried, he was still twitching due to hesitation and inertia, and his shoulders were twitching.
Therefore, she didn't even notice that Mrs. Liu was following behind her...
In the west room, Zhuangzhuang was lying on the bed and asleep, with one arm on the quilt, and the little hand was wrapped with white gauze into a small white rice dumpling.
In his sleep, there were still tears on Roududu's little face. Obviously, this stocky and silly little guy had enough to cry.
"Is this hand injured? Have you checked elsewhere? Are you okay?" Yang Huazhong stood beside the bed, looked at Zhuang Zhuang, and asked Yang Huamei in a deep voice.
With tears in her eyes, Yang Huamei sat sideways on the edge of the bed, raised her hand and gently stroked the naturally curly hair on Zhuang Zhuang's head, and said in a low voice: "Although the rest of the body is fine, there are several cuts on this hand. The skin and flesh were so tender, but the pieces in the bowl were extremely rough. There was a lot of blood on the clothes and on the ground..."
Yang Huamei couldn't speak anymore and covered her mouth, not daring to recall the scene at that time.
Thinking about it makes me scared, especially the way Zhuang Zhuang rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and lay upright on the ground with twitching. It is still imprinted in Yang Huamei's mind. Thinking about it makes him tremble all over and his hands and feet are cold.
They all said that the child was almost over the dam.
Once you cross the dam, it's gone, and even the gods can't pull it back...
"Third brother, I'm so scared. The bolt is gone and I don't want to live anymore. It's Zhuang Zhuang, the kid, who gives me hope to live."
"You tell me, if even Zhuangzhuang is taken away by God, what's the point of being a human being?"
"I'm really going to die. There's no point in living at all!"
Yang Huamei shed tears as she spoke.
Yang Huazhong raised his hand and patted Yang Huamei's shoulder, "Don't cry. Zhuang Zhuang is blessed with great fortune. Isn't this averting danger? Just be more careful in the future!"
Yang Huamei nodded with tears in her eyes.
Yang Ruoqing looked around and asked Yang Huamei: "It's strange. It's so good. Why are there those piles of broken bowls in front of the door? Who dropped it?"
When asked this question, Yang Huamei couldn't cry anymore...
"Yes Yes Yes……"
"Auntie, you didn't fall by yourself, right?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.
Yang Huamei's face suddenly turned red.
"Auntie, why did you throw the bowl? Is it because of the quarrel with my grandma?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.
Yang Huamei's face turned redder, and at this moment, she suddenly saw Ms. Liu.
Yang Huamei was surprised. When did Mr. Liu sneak in?
It's over. I wanted to lie to smooth over this matter, but with a big mouth like Mrs. Liu here, specifically to undermine myself, now I can't even lie to smooth over this topic!
….
However, Ms. Liu bit her lips tightly and tried hard not to speak.
Because she knows that as long as she speaks, she must tell the truth and break the news!
Can't say, can't say, absolutely can't say!
When Yang Ruoqing saw Yang Huamei's reaction, she knew that she had guessed it, and it was probably a follow-up to the mutton incident.
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There was no more mutton, so I put pork liver on top, hoping to resolve my aunt's resentment.
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