Chapter 22 Call the third brother to rest
Tan was also stunned for a moment, and looked at the distance between herself and Yang Ruoqing, which was still a pole apart. She said that it was the fat girl who pushed her, Mo. If you tell others, you don’t believe it even yourself!
However, I fell down and made a fool of myself in public, but I couldn’t swallow the bad breath!
"Well, Mrs. Sun, your mother-in-law fell to death at your feet. You left her without support. What do you think you are doing?" Mrs. Tan went mad at Mrs. Sun again. , Mrs. Sun huddled her shoulders and just cried, not daring to defend herself, and feeling in her heart that she was in the wrong.
Blood began to trickle down from the wound on Tan's hand. Tan originally looked reluctant, but when he saw his hand, his face turned green with fright, and the corners of his lips straightened. Shivering.
"Ouch, oh, oh, I can't, I can't live anymore..." Ms. Tan grinned in pain, her old face was deformed, Old Yang stamped his head fiercely, dragged Ms. Tan out of the house, and went to find Fu Bo went to apply bandages and apply ointment.
While Mrs. Tan was being dragged towards the door of the house by Lao Yangtou, she did not forget to turn around and yell at Ms. Sun: "You vicious woman, just wait for me, see if I don't tell the third brother to divorce you. A snake-hearted thing..."
Sun's face looked frightened and worried. It turned out that I was still thinking about following Mrs. Tan to take care of Mrs. Tan. When I heard Mrs. Tan's words, my whole body froze in place, as if struck by lightning. The blood on my face was immediately drained, and my body was a little shaky. It wasn't Yang Ruoqing. With quick eyesight and hands, he quickly ran over to hold him up, fearing that he might really fall to the ground.
"Mother..."
Yang Ruoqing frowned slightly, she knew clearly the impact of Tan's words on Sun. In this era, if a woman is divorced by her husband's family, the rest of her life will be deemed useless.
People from all over the country will know that this woman has bad morals, and ordinary people will not want her again. Her mother's family will be too tired to hold her head up in front of others. In the end, there is only death waiting for her.
Yang Huazhong, who was lying on the bed, could see clearly and listen carefully to everything that happened here, and his heart was even more anxious.
He struggled to get up, but there was pain all over his body, and he had no feeling in his legs.
Hearing these cruel words from his mother again, Yang Hua's head trembled, a sweetness surged up in his throat, and he spit out a mouthful of blood with a loud sound.
"Mom, it's not good, dad is vomiting blood!" Yang Ruoqing suddenly shouted, let go of Sun's hand, turned around and ran to the bed.
Mrs. Sun came back to her senses, staggered and ran over. She saw Yang Huazhong lying there upright, his body twitching, his eyelids turned up hard, only the whites of his eyes were exposed, and his lips were trembling. He spoke, his teeth clenching loudly.
Sun was so frightened that she didn’t know where to put her hands and feet. She was in a panic and cried incoherently: "Oh my God, my God, what is going on? Qingqing. Dad, don’t scare me..."
In contrast, Yang Ruoqing was much calmer. The first thing she did when she rushed to the bed was to twist the handkerchief that Sun used to wipe the contamination into a strip and stuff it into Yang Huazhong's mouth. , so that he won't bite his tongue.
Then she looked at Yang Huazhong's eyes and pressed the pulse on his wrist, confirming that Yang Huazhong was just suffering from a temporary rage. She breathed a secret sigh of relief, leaned over and pinched the bottom of Yang Huazhong's nose. The philtrum between the lips!
After a while, Yang Huazhong woke up and turned around, staring directly at the mother and daughter beside the bed. After a while, his distracted eyes gradually regained focus.
Seeing his eyes rolling and his cheeks puffing up, Yang Ruoqing quickly pulled out the strip of cloth stuffed in his mouth and put it aside, saying to Yang Huazhong: "Dad, if you have anything to say, please speak slowly. Don't be anxious and don't get angry!"
After saying that, he turned to Mrs. Sun who was watching all this and said, "Mom, go and pour a bowl of hot tea for my father to suppress his blood pressure." Ms. Sun came back to her senses and said, "Hey." After making a sound, he hurriedly poured tea.
Here, after Yang Huazhong coughed violently a few times, he completely regained his clarity. He stared at Yang Ruoqing standing by the bed with wide eyes, with a look of disbelief on his face, so much so that the muscles on his face twitched: "Yue, Qing'er... Isn't dad dreaming? You, what are you talking about? Are you cool?"
Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and said to Yang Huazhong: "I don't know, I just woke up after having a fever."
Yang Huazhong opened his mouth wide and stared at Yang Ruoqing without blinking, as if he couldn't believe her concise explanation. Suddenly, Yang Huazhong raised his uninjured hand and pinched his face hard. Yang Ruoqing wanted to stop her, but she didn't have time!
"Hiss..." Yang Huazhong gasped in pain, and there was a bloody mark on his face, but he grinned excitedly.
“Okay, okay, that’s great!”
Yang Ruoqing heard clearly, and he said three words “good” in one breath. It was obvious that he was paralyzed at the moment and had just walked away from the gate of hell. However, she was smiling so happily at this moment, as if this low and dilapidated small house suddenly became bright and spacious. Even she herself was infected by his emotions, and the corners of her lips curved in joy, but , why is there something wet in the corner of the eye?
“Here comes the tea, Dad Qing’er, you haven’t drank water all night, come on, I’ll help you get up and drink some first!”
While talking, Mrs. Sun had brought hot tea over. Yang Ruoqing took the hot tea from Mrs. Sun's hand and placed it on the bench next to her. Together with Mrs. Sun, she carefully helped Yang Huazhong to sit up halfway.
Yang Huazhong's eyes have always been on Yang Ruoqing, loving, doting, and gratifying, which made Yang Ruoqing, who was an orphan in her previous life and had never experienced family affection, feel very complicated, as if she had knocked over the five-flavor bottle.
Yang Huazhong drank a bowl of tea. The rapid breathing in his chest, like a box being opened, finally calmed down a bit. Sun and Yang Ruoqing worked together to make Yang Huazhong lie down. Come down.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier that Qing'er woke up!" Yang Huazhong glanced at Sun, with a hint of complaint in his tone.
Sun smiled bitterly: "That girl didn't let me say it."
Yang Huazhong glanced at Yang Ruoqing again, his eyes full of love, and then said to Sun: "My daughter survived the catastrophe, and she will be blessed later!"
Yang Huazhong didn't say this. Fortunately, as soon as she said this, Sun's tears that had just stopped began to fall again.
While wiping her tears, she whispered: "What is the future blessing? Her grandparents have already said that when the rice is collected, she will ask the queen to come and estimate the price! I would rather she be stupid, anyway. Ignorant of things and pain!”
The smile on Yang Huazhong’s face suddenly disappeared. He lay there silently, staring at the yellowed tent ceiling above his head, his thick brows tightly knitted together, and his broken lips pressed into a straight line.
(End of this chapter)