Aunt Huang grabbed Liang Yuanque and checked back and forth from the top of her head to her limbs.
"Tiewa, did they do anything to you?"
"No, how could it be?" Liang Yuanque comforted her, "Do you think I am doing well?"
As he spoke, he coaxed Aunt Huang out of the small warehouse.
Mr. Song looked at the two of them in confusion, "What's your relationship?"
"Don't ask if you shouldn't." Liang Yuanque rolled his eyes subconsciously.
Aunt Huang also followed him and spat at Master Song.
Mr. Song was just about to get angry when Huang Jingye, who was behind him, held him down.
"Mr. Song, my aunt is old and has lost her mind. You won't argue with an old man, right?"
Mr. Song was about to be bitten by these three popular men, but he was still afraid of Huang Jingye and did not dare to say anything.
A crisis was over, and everyone was preparing to leave. A servant came to see Mr. Song in panic.
"Master, master, it's not good!"
Mr. Song has not experienced any good things in the past two days. He has been "bad" every day. When he heard the servant say this again, his head got bigger.
"What's the matter? What's the matter! Every day, this is not good, and that is not good. Is there anything good that our Song family can do!"
The anger I felt just now can only come from this servant.
The servant was so frightened that he trembled and responded tremblingly, "Master, yes, it was the plaque on our door that fell off!"
Could this be the reason for the loud noise just now?
Master Song's face turned even darker. In order to show his status, wealthy families would hang plaques on their doors commensurate with their status.
Plaques have been used in many ways since ancient times, but their greatest purpose is to highlight the identity of a family or collective.
This symbol of status slowly takes on more meaning.
For example, if you want to insult a family or a group, you will use the method of damaging the plaque.
The Song family's plaque suddenly fell off, and Master Song would be damned if he looked good.
With a sullen face, he lifted his robe and said, "Come on, take me to see you."
Some of the remaining servants of the Song family looked at each other in confusion. Since the master has left, they might as well follow him.
For a time, only Liang Yuanque and the others were left in the small warehouse.
Aunt Huang held Liang Yuanque tightly, but her eyes glanced at Huang Jingye. The more she looked, the more confusion appeared in her eyes.
"Oh, you young man, you look like my nephew."
Huang Jingye smiled reluctantly at his aunt, "Aunt, look carefully, I am your nephew."
Hearing this, Aunt Huang took a step closer and squinted her eyes, taking a closer look.
"Hey, no, my nephew is very fair and has no beard."
Liang Yuanque carefully supported her, "He is your nephew Huang Jingye. It's just that many years have passed and he has grown up, so he naturally grew a beard."
Aunt Huang thought for a while, then looked like she suddenly realized something, and pulled Liang Yuanque and said,
"Really, he is really your dedicated brother."
Alas, this old lady, I saw her just yesterday, but she forgot about Huang Jingye again today.
There's a good chance we'll have to get to know each other again tomorrow.
Speaking of Huang Jingye, Aunt Huang's thoughts became confused again. One moment she was smiling happily, and the next moment she immediately thought of some terrible past.
She rushed over and grabbed Huang Jingye, "Jingye, hurry up and save your sister, they are going to beat her to death!"
This was the topic she talked about with Liang Yuanque before.
In fact, Huang Jingye already knew this, but what Aunt Huang said next shocked the people around her.
"No, no, they not only want to beat her to death, they also want to poison her. The medicine they gave her is poisonous. She can't eat it, she can't eat it!"
As Aunt Huang spoke, she became agitated again. Liang Yuanque quickly grabbed her,
"Mom, calm down, calm down. What kind of medicine did you say poisoned Sister Huang?"
Huang Jingye also frowned and looked at his cousin who had been taking care of Aunt Huang.
"Sister-in-law, what exactly does my aunt mean by this?"
Listening to Aunt Huang's words, it always felt like she knew some secret.
The cousin also looked puzzled, "Actually, on the day the Song family was posing for Guifen's wedding, my aunt accidentally bumped into her. When she came back, she just muttered that someone was going to beat Guifen to death."
"But I don't know why she did it. She kept saying that someone poisoned Guifen. I don't know where she heard it from or if she just imagined it."
Indeed, Aunt Huang is now in a state of confusion and cannot even tell the difference between the people in front of her, so what she says naturally needs to be weighed.
But for no reason, Liang Yuanque always felt that regarding the death of Sister Huang and Aunt Huang's son Tiewa, Aunt Huang, who was already crazy, actually knew better than sane people like them.
She must indeed know some secret, but because she is insane, she cannot express it clearly and others will not believe it.
"Previously, my aunt has always said that her son was also killed. Is this actually a conjecture?"
Seeing that Aunt Huang couldn't give details, Liang Yuanque also asked the question to her cousin-in-law, who had been getting along with her day and night.
There was a flash of panic in the cousin's eyes, and a look of embarrassment appeared on her face.
Liang Yuanque understood that in the years since Huang Jingye left, there must be secrets about Aunt Huang and Sister Huang that he didn't know.
He winked at Huang Jingye, and Huang Jingye naturally saw the change in his cousin's expression.
He calmed down and said to the men next to him who had just been helping to find someone, "Let's go back to the inner courtyard first."
The cousin-in-law glanced at Huang Jingye and said, "What about us?"
"Let's go sit together."
Huang Jingye's eyes were cold, and his tone was as unquestionable as that of a leader.
Cousin-in-law Xu thought that some things could no longer be hidden, and her expression became more and more panicked.
Huang Jingye and his men led the way, and his cousin followed behind.
Aunt Huang refused to let go of Liang Yuanque, so they walked at the end, and Zhuang Youjie deliberately slowed down and moved closer to Liang Yuanque.
From the beginning, he felt that the atmosphere between Huang Jingye and his cousin was not right, so he did not want to get involved.
He quietly poked Liang Yuanque's waist and whispered, "Hey, something is wrong."
Liang Yuanque nodded slightly, "This cousin has hidden something from Huang Jingye. It may be related to Aunt Huang, or it may be related to Sister Huang. Of course, it is more likely to be related to both of them."
"This case seems quite complicated," Zhuang Youjie clicked his tongue, "If this continues, when can we leave?"
Aunt Huang heard this and she held Liang Yuanque's arm tightly.
"Tiewa, don't leave."
Liang Yuanque immediately put on a smile and comforted her softly, "If you don't leave, I won't leave my mother."
After hearing what he said, Aunt Huang showed a satisfied look, but the strength in her hands did not weaken.
When facing Aunt Huang, every "mother" that Liang Yuanque called was like a sharp knife stabbing his heart.
What was his mother's mood before she died?
Maybe it's because like Aunt Huang, no matter what others say, she always holds on to the glimmer of hope that her son will come back.
He, Liang Yuanque, no longer has a "mother", not anymore. In this world as big as the world, there is no one who misses him so deeply!
