Chapter 13 Fifth Uncle
"Well, a family!" Sun's eyes suddenly turned red again. She glanced at Yang Ruoqing who was standing aside. Sun raised her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes with the heel of her palm. With tears in his eyes, he asked Yang Huazhou: "Do you have anything else to do when you come over to this room?"
Yang Huazhou was stunned for a moment and said: "Just look at me. Third brother, I almost forgot. Third sister-in-law, I came here to tell you to go to the east wing. My parents, eldest brother, second brother and fourth brother are all here, and I only need you to go to the third room."
"But you. Third brother..."
"Mom, go ahead, dad, I'll take care of you," Yang Ruoqing, who had been standing aside obediently, finally interjected.
"Qing'er, you..."
"Mom, stop dawdling, go quickly, don't let everyone wait for you, if my father wakes up later, I will call you!" Yang Ruoqing said He then pushed Sun towards the door.
Yang Ruoqing guessed that the meeting held by Lao Yang's family in the east wing tonight must be to discuss the aftermath of Yang Huazhong's broken leg. The old Yang family is not divided. The Tan family controls the rations and money of the family's young and old. Even the money for Yang Huazhong's medicine today was all allocated by the Tan family.
Sanfang is the party involved in today’s matter and must go over to attend this family meeting. If she wasn't worried about her father, Yang Ruoqing would also like to go and sit in and hear how Yang's family will deal with Yang Huazhong's injury and how they will arrange for the people in the third room!
The so-called mother-daughter connection, Yang Ruoqing watched Sun run out of the house, and her mother must have thought about it. Just as he was about to gather the quilt for his father, he suddenly realized that Yang Huazhou, who was about to reach the door of the wing, turned back again.
"Fifth Uncle, is there anything else?" Yang Ruoqing asked calmly.
In the memory left in the body of the original owner, the memory fragments about the young man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and dark face in front of him are warm.
"Qing'er, how come you speak so eloquently?" Yang Huazhou's eyes widened, looking at Yang Ruoqing's body like a searchlight, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Yang Ruoqing smiled faintly: "I don't know why I can speak now. My head seems not as chaotic as before." While saying these words, she gently moved Yang Huazhong's After being tucked in, he turned around and looked at Yang Huazhou calmly.
"Uncle Wu, Qing'er used to be confused, but I still remember that Uncle Wu was good to Qing'er. He picked lotus pods for Qing'er in summer and caught birds for Qing'er in winter. Qing'er wanted to ask Uncle Wu for help. I’m busy, don’t tell anyone about my sobriety yet, okay?”
Yang Huazhou's mouth was half-cracked. He was so excited that before he could laugh out loud, he heard the rest of Yang Ruoqing's words, looking like a monk who was two feet tall and confused.
"Why? This is a good thing. How happy it would be if your father woke up and found out?" Yang Huazhou's voice became a little rougher when he mentioned his third brother.
God is really playing tricks on people. The third brother’s wish for the first half of his life was that the girl would get better and become a member of the court like a normal girl in the future. Now, the girl is sober, but the third brother himself is... …
"Fifth Uncle, in short, just do as I say. When my father wakes up, I will tell him myself."
"Okay, Fifth Uncle, I will follow you. ”
"Well!"
"Qing'er, since you're awake, you should also go to the east wing and listen. The third brother has collapsed, and the third sister-in-law is known to be an honest person. You can go and listen and help. Your mother has made up her mind. I will guard the third brother’s place. Go quickly!”
Yang Ruoqing had this intention and glanced at Yang who was sleeping on the bed. Hua Zhong gritted his teeth, turned around and left the house like a gust of wind.
The east wing is the room where Lao Yangtou and Mr. Tan rest.
When Yang Ruoqing pushed the door open and came in, she saw at a glance that the men of the old Yang family were almost all here, except for a few naive cousins and Yang Huazhou who stayed in the west wing opposite to look after Yang Huazhong. Lao Yangtou and his three sons were sitting on the four sides of the Eight Immortals table. Lao Yangtou was sitting at the main seat, holding a tobacco rod in his mouth, and he was smoking a cigarette, with light yellow and yellow smoke swirling in circles. The chimney came out of the hole and curled up, covering his old face with an unknown expression.
Starting from the lower left of Old Yang's head, there are Yang Hua'an, the eldest son of the Yang family, Yang Hualin, the second eldest son, and Yang Huaming, the fourth eldest son of the Yang family, sitting opposite his uncle Yang Hua'an.
Da Fang’s four cousins, Yang Yongxian, Yang Yongjin, Yang Yongzhi, and Yang Yongqing, all stood behind uncle Yang Huaan with their hands hanging down.
On the bed not far away, Ms. Tan had a black turban around her head, half leaning on the bed, looking weak. Sitting beside the bed was a young woman who was pregnant with Liujia. She was dark and thin, with patched burlap clothes. She was holding a tea bowl in her hand and was drinking tea with the waiter Tan.
Yang Ruoqing glanced around after entering the door, and finally saw her mother in the corner. She saw Mrs. Sun with her head lowered, sitting on a bench next to Mrs. Jin with her shoulders hunched, still sobbing faintly. .
The footsteps of Yang Ruoqing entering the door alarmed the old Yang family in the room. Several eyes glanced this way. When they saw that the person coming was Yang Ruoqing, most of them frowned in disgust, and then indifferently withdrew their gaze to calculate. Let go of what's on your mind.
"You idiot, you don't sleep at night, why are you wandering around in the dark? Are you the one who came to this house? Get out!"
Tan, who was weak just now, suddenly sat down now He straightened up and cursed through gritted teeth towards the door.
Yang Ruoqing stood there, looking blankly at Mrs. Tan on the bed, grinning as if she was frightened.
"Mom, please don't scold me. I asked Qing'er to come here. It's dark over there and she's afraid of being alone!"
Sun, who had been hiding in the shadows in the corner with his head lowered, stood up hurriedly and walked towards this side. Come over and protect Yang Ruoqing behind you.
"You just have to get used to that ignorant plague god. My third child was tricked to death by you two evil-hearted mother and daughter! What kind of evil has the old Yang family done, and you two evil spirits are on the way? ..." The more Mr. Tan cursed, the angrier he became. He grabbed something and wanted to throw it at the door.
When he saw that the thing in his hand was an earthenware bowl for drinking tea, he put it back, leaned over and grabbed the shoe on the ground in front of the bed, raised his hand and threw it over here. .
Looking at the flying shoes, Sun exclaimed and her face turned pale instantly.
Yang Ruoqing narrowed her eyes slightly and was about to push Sun away when she saw Sun standing in front of her suddenly turned around and leaned over to hold her tightly in her arms.
“Bang!”
The shoe hit Sun’s back with a muffled sound, and then fell to the ground again.
Yang Ruoqing felt Sun's tears falling in large drops on her neck, and her fingers hanging by her side clenched into fists subconsciously. At this moment, the sound of a dry tobacco pole came from the Eight Immortals table. The crisp sound of a hard knock on the corner of the table.
"With such a big thing happening at home, why do you still have the energy to make a fuss? Have you made enough fuss? Come here and sit down!"
Old Yang had a dark face and two sharp rays of light shot out from his tiger eyes, glaring at Sun and Yang Ruoqing.
(End of this chapter)