Hearing what the old man said, Yang Huazhou stood up beside the bed and strode out.
"Third brother and fourth brother, you guys guard mom, I'll call Mei'er over!"
Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming had no objections.
Old Yang raised his head and opened his mouth, apparently wanting to shout out to Yang Huazhou.
But after hesitating for a moment, he closed his mouth again, then let Lao Wu call Meier over. Maybe, it really worked?
You know, the most painful thing for the old woman in her life is Mei'er.
Everyone else has to go to the back.
After Yang Huazhou left, the east room became quiet again.
Yang Huazhong glanced at Mrs. Tan and found that Mrs. Tan fell asleep at some point.
"My mother is asleep." He whispered to Lao Yangtou and Yang Huaming.
Old Yangtou said: "It's better to fall asleep. Maybe nothing will happen when you wake up. That'll be fine."
Yang Huaming, who was in the fire barrel, lifted up the old cotton-padded jacket covering his body, changed his position and dozed off, and said: "My mother is asleep. She had one eye staring so wide before. She said Really, I’m a little scared!”
"Fourth brother!" Yang Huazhong glared at Yang Huaming.
This fourth brother really dares to say anything, hey!
Old Yangtou smiled bitterly, and did not blame Yang Huaming, but said: "Don't talk about you, even me, I have a layer of hair on my face just looking at it, hey!"
Yang Huaming grinned at Yang Huazhong and said, "What are you doing, third brother? I'm not the only one who's scared. Even my father, who has been my bed partner for decades, is scared!"
Yang Huazhong was speechless.
In less than a bowl of tea, Yang Huazhou came back, followed by Yang Huamei who was stumbling.
As soon as Yang Huamei entered the room, her voice was rustling and her eyes were red, "How is my mother?"
Lao Yangtou stood up, with a bit of reproach in his eyes, "You kid, why are you hiding? Your mother is lying on the bed, hurry up and see her!"
The words "Why are you hiding?" made Yang Huamei's face turn red immediately.
Everyone knows why she hides and refuses to come to the east room to visit her parents.
But at this moment, facing this old lady's situation, Yang Huamei couldn't care less about the embarrassment. She rushed to the bed, bent down and looked at Tan, who was already asleep on the bed, with a look of distress on her face.
"I haven't seen her for more than ten days. My mother has lost a lot of weight. There was not much flesh on her face, and now there is only a layer of pine bark wrapped around the skull!"
Yang Huamei's fingers gently stroked Tan's cheek inch by inch.
To be honest, a person's face really needs a certain amount of meat.
If you are so thin that you are out of shape, like Ms. Tan, then when you touch it with your fingers, the touch will be particularly stiff.
And it's very cold.
There are wrinkles that cannot be pushed away, even though Tan’s skin has been fair all his life, and this good gene has been passed on to Yang Huaming.
But no matter how fair-skinned people are, they will eventually get old. Over 70 years old, some age spots can’t be suppressed on the face.
Most of my hair is already gray. Due to not eating for a while and being malnourished, my hair looks very dry, like messy withered grass in autumn, losing its luster of life.
Looking at this old lady, Yang Huamei couldn't hold back her tears any longer and fell down.
She felt that her mother was really old, and maybe one day she would suddenly leave and leave this world completely.
From then on, I really had no mother to call me.
When she thought of that, Yang Huamei's tears fell even more uncontrollably.
When Yang Huamei's tears fell down like broken beads and fell onto Tan's face, a magical scene happened.
Tan actually opened her eyes.
She stared straight at Yang Huamei in front of her.
Yang Huamei was stunned for a moment. She wiped the tears on her face and called Mrs. Tan happily: "Mother, mother, are you awake? I am Mei'er. I am Mei'er. Do you recognize me?"
On the way here, Yang Huazhong had already told Yang Huamei about Tan's situation in general. He learned that Tan didn't recognize anyone after a fall, so Yang Huamei quickly put her face in front of Tan's face to let her know. I recognize myself more clearly.
However, Mrs. Tan still stared directly at Yang Huamei, and her eyes finally moved.
He seemed to be sizing him up.
Her right hand that was hanging on the side of the bed slowly rose up, as if to touch Yang Huamei's cheek.
Tan's reaction fell into the eyes of several people in the room. Everyone held their breath and stared at the movement beside the bed without blinking.
Yang Huaming even stood up from the fire barrel, and the old cotton-padded jacket that originally covered him slipped to the ground.
This earned Lao Yangtou a glare. Lao Yangtou was afraid that this little movement would frighten Mrs. Tan, and that she would be frightened back when she was just showing some signs of improvement.
Yang Huaming made an embarrassed gesture of apology towards Old Yang, then tiptoed under his feet to get the fire bucket, and slowly approached the bed.
And Old Yangtou himself did the same, cautiously walking to the bed.
Yang Huazhong also turned his head towards Lao Yangtou and Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou, showing an expression of victory in sight.
"Ouch!"
Yang Huamei suddenly exclaimed and stood up from the bed as if she was electrocuted.
I saw Tan pulling a strand of Yang Huamei's hair in his hand, with a weird smile on his face.
"Mom, you..."
Before Yang Huamei could say anything, she saw Tan stuffing the strand of hair into his mouth and chewing it for a while.
Yang Huamei screamed in fright, shrank back as if she had seen a ghost, and then hid behind Yang Huaming.
Beside the bed, Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou were also frightened, but they still had the courage to come up. One held down Tan's arm, and the other opened Tan's mouth and pulled the hair out of her mouth. Cut it out.
"Ouch!"
Yang Huazhong suddenly screamed in pain and pulled his finger back from Tan's hand. His finger was covered in blood.
He was bitten alive by Tan.
And what about Tan?
After pulling out her daughter's hair, she bit her son's finger again and lay there with bloodshot eyes remaining on the corners of her mouth and hair on her tongue, but a weird smile appeared on her face.
"Oh my god, what is this? It's so scary!" Yang Huaming was so frightened that he hid behind him.
Yang Huazhou also had a frightened look on his face, "Isn't my mother suffering from rabid disease? She bites every person she sees?"
Mad dog disease, when used here, is really not to curse Tan, but to really give a guess that is closest to the facts about Tan's behavior.
Old Yangtou's expression also changed drastically. He came to the bedside with a solemn expression, but did not dare to get too close.
"Old woman, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me, old woman!"
"Will you be fine tonight during the Chinese New Year? Ah? Don't scare me, and don't scare the children!"
Hearing what Old Yangtou said, Mrs. Tan chuckled and smiled, but tears welled up in her eyes.
"This won't work. We have to ask Li Banxian to come over and take a look!"
Old Yangtou was so frightened that he took several steps back, trembled, and ordered Yang Huazhong: "Quick, go and invite him! If you can't invite Li Banxian, go and invite Taoist Yuan! This is not something we can handle!"
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