Chapter 5950 Taking You Home
Xiao An’s life was saved by him. He saved the Yang family.
But the He family lost their only son.
The joke of fate is sometimes so cruel. The dead people don’t know where they have gone, but the living people will spend the rest of their lives remembering and remembering.
Some people may be unable to recover, but some people will take on more responsibilities, not only to live for themselves, but also to live for the people who have passed away.
As a sister, I know the character of my younger brother very clearly.
From now on, Xiao An is the son of the He family, and he will definitely shoulder the heavy responsibility of providing for the two elders of the He family until they die.
As a sister, she will only support him.
He Qingsong, thank you, we will take care of your family in this life, and you can rest in peace.
If there is an afterlife for your kindness to our Yang family, we will continue to repay it.
...
Heiwu brought a stretcher to the Camellia oleifera village to pick Xiao An down the mountain, and he was accompanied by a doctor hired by Heiwu.
"The carriages are ready at the foot of the mountain, and the accommodation has been arranged."
Hei Wu and Yang Ruoqing reported this.
Yang Ruoqing nodded. Heiwu had thought carefully about whether to leave or stay. He was a qualified subordinate who could continue to be cultivated.
A group of people escorted Xiao An down the mountain. Xiao An was lying on a stretcher, holding the urn tightly in his arms.
Don’t be afraid, good brother, I will take you home right now!
After going down the mountain, it was already afternoon. Considering that Xiao An's injury should not be too serious, Yang Ruoqing arranged for everyone to rest for the night before rushing back tomorrow.
“This house is some distance away from the official road and the terrain is high. It narrowly escaped the landslide. Heiwu spent a sum of money to negotiate with the owner and rented it for two or three days. Bowls, pans, bedding, etc. are all complete.”
After settling down Xiao An, Yang Ruoqing took a look around the farmyard.
Liu Xueyun followed her and reported the situation here.
“There is a small vegetable garden in the backyard, and we can eat the fruits and vegetables grown in it. In addition, because the money was given, the owner heard that one of us was injured, and specially sent an old female. Chicken.”
Old hen?
Yang Ruoqing's eyes brightened, "Xiao An's vitality is severely damaged, chicken soup can replenish his vitality, this is a good thing."
At night, Yang Ruoqing came to visit Xiao An with chicken soup.
Xiao An was sitting on the bed, her injured leg already wrapped with gauze and bandaged.
He was still holding the urn in his arms, with his head buried in silence.
Yang Ruoqing didn't say too many words of chicken soup for the soul, such as trying to cheer him up. She just came to sit down by the bed and handed over the hot chicken soup in her hand.
"Xiao An, sister made chicken soup for you. You should drink the soup first."
Xiao An raised his head and said, "Sister, where is my baggage roll?"
"Is it the blue one?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
"Yes, there are oil tea cakes that Qingsong bought for his father." Xiao An said again.
"Don't worry, sister has brought it back for you, and the oil tea cakes are also there." Yang Ruoqing said.
It’s just that the blue bundle roll was too dirty when found, with blood on it, so Yang Ruoqing replaced it with a clean bundle roll to wrap the pieces of oil tea cakes.
"That's good." Xiao An breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't lose the bundle. When I get back, I will hand it over to Uncle He." He added.
Yang Ruoqing nodded gently.
Father He will probably be reluctant to drink that oil tea for the rest of his life...
"Xiao An, drink the chicken soup first."
"Sister, I don't want to drink it." Xiao An frowned. Face said. Yang Ruoqing frowned, a trace of worry flashing across her eyes.
When Xiao An was unconscious, I gave him some rice soup.
After I woke up, I only drank half a bowl of gruel. For such a big person, he was injured again and was suffering the grief of losing his best friend. How could he bear it without taking in energy!
"Xiao An, if you want to deliver the Camellia oleifera to Uncle He earlier, you must get better soon."
"When the time comes, the He family...you have to stay Be there to comfort and take care of.”
"My sister has been stewing this chicken soup for more than two hours. Please be obedient and have a bowl, okay?"
Xiao An's eyes turned red again, and he gently put the jar in his arms on the bed. , then covered it with a piece of handkerchief, took the chicken soup, and drank it in big gulps with tears in his eyes.
Seeing that Xiao An finally finished drinking, Yang Ruoqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She glanced at the jar inside the bed with complex eyes, put away the bowls and chopsticks and went out, closing the door gently.
Before Yang Ruoqing and his party arrived in Changping Village, Narisong had already gone back and told Yang Huazhong and others about the incident so that the family could be prepared.
On June 14th, the sky was overcast, and Xiao An finally arrived home smoothly.
At the entrance of Yang Huazhong's courtyard, the two red lanterns were replaced by white lanterns.
A room was specially cleaned up so that He Qingsong could rest in peace.
The carriage slowly arrived at the door of Yang Huazhong's house. On the roadside outside the yard, Yang Huazhong and the others had been waiting there for a long time. There were many villagers who came to watch from far and near after hearing the news.
Yang Ruoqing followed the carriage on horseback. When the carriage was about to arrive at the entrance of the yard, Yang Huazhong lit the firecracker in his hand.
This is to pick up He Qingsong.
Sun was being supported on the left and right by Wang Cuilian and Bao Suyun, and her eyes were red and swollen from crying.
Sun originally liked the friend Xiao An brought back. Especially when she learned that He Qingsong died to save Xiao An, Sun was sad and scared. She cried every day these days and even had fever. There was no way to take care of household chores such as meals and laundry, so Yang Huazhong went to pick up Xiaoduo and take care of her.
In the crowd, Yang Ruoqing saw a few people wearing coarse linen mourning clothes.
It's Xiaoduo and Luo Baobao.
The family has already discussed that He Qingsong and Xiao An are brothers in life and death, and Xiao An's life was given by him.
When He Qingsong comes back, it is appropriate for Xiaoduo to be his sister and Luo Baobao to be mourning for him as his niece.
The carriage stopped, Yang Huazhong and others gathered around. Yang Ruoqing got off the horse, opened the carriage curtain, and helped Xiao An down.
After seven or eight days of training on the road, Xiao An's injuries have healed by 60 to 70%. The bandage on his leg has also been removed and he can walk on his own.
He got off the carriage, holding an urn covered with black cloth in his arms.
Standing at the door of the yard, I looked up at the white lantern hanging on the lintel, and my eyes turned red again.
"Qingsong, we are home."
......
It was a sad and bitter cry, and even a strong man like Yang Huazhong burst into tears.
His sadness is a little different from that of Sun and others. In addition to gratitude to He Qingsong, there is also guilt and self-blame hidden in his heart.
At first, when he saw that the two children were so close to each other, especially when He Qingsong peeled peanuts and melon seeds for Xiao An, he, as a father, was obsessed with guessing where the two of them would go...
Worried about being hurt Afraid, always afraid that those bad habits will delay his son from marrying and having children, and passing on the incense.
Now, people have risked their lives for Xiao An, and the He family's incense has been completely cut off.
Yang Huazhong was so sad that he slapped himself hard on both ears in a corner where others could not see.
(End of this chapter)