Chapter 7015 Wang Shuanzi's First Seven
After leaving her parents' home and returning to her own home, Yang Ruoqing waited for a long time before Blacksmith Luo and the others came back.
Seeing Luo Baobao's high-spirited look, Yang Ruoqing was also very happy. Her hair was back, and the girl was happy.
"Hey, where is your dad? Why didn't you come back with you?"
"Mom, my dad asked me to tell you this. He will stay there to talk to you later." Come back. "
"Oh, that's it, okay, then you go say hello to your grandma, and then go and prepare to take a bath and go to bed!"
Yang Ruoqing took a bath, tidied the room, and read a book for a while, Luo Fengtang never came back.
She yawned several times and couldn't help but put on her coat and prepared to go outside to look for him, but he came back.
"Why did it take you so long to come back? Are you talking to Brother Zhou Sheng at Bingzhuye?" Yang Ruoqing joked with a smile.
Luo Fengtang also smiled and reached out to hold her hand: "Let's go back to the house."
When he arrived at the Lewu, Yang Ruoqing was making the bed next to him while he was washing his face. By the way, he was telling Wang Shuanzi about his seventh birthday tomorrow.
Luo Fengtang nodded, "Go to Lao Wang's house early tomorrow morning to gather together, right?"
"Yes, we all will go up the mountain to burn incense together."
"Well, Then let’s wash up and go to bed tonight. “
Lao Wang’s house.
Yang Huamei sat on the bed and wiped away her tears all night long.
In Xiao Hei’s room, Xiao Hei had already been asleep and snoring loudly.
In Dabai's room, the light was still on, and the muffled voices of Dabai and Hongmei could be heard faintly.
As for my father-in-law Wang Hongquan, although he didn’t hear any snoring, his father-in-law’s mood was quite stable during the supper. When he saw Dabai bringing Hongmei vegetables to the house, his father-in-law was still in a good mood. Dabai was reminded to give Hongmei an extra chicken leg to replenish her health.
“Hey, in this family, I’m afraid I’m the only one who really misses Shuanzi! No, it should be in this world.”
Yang Huamei thought lonely, curling up in a corner of the bed, watching the moonlight shine into the room, falling on the table, wardrobe, and in front of the bed, silently shedding tears until late at night before falling asleep.
After breakfast, Yang Huazhong led the team, and each room in the old Yang family sent a representative, of course, all men.
Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing came over after a while. In addition to their husband and wife, Chen Biao, Liu Xueyun, Xiang Shengnan and other nieces and nephews were also there.
Wang Hongquan stood at the door of the hall with a cane. Seeing so many people coming to burn incense for Wang Shuanzi, the old man looked so moved that he was about to cry.
Standing at the door, in his dying years, leaning on a cane and swaying, he said words of gratitude to Yang Huazhong and the others.
Yang Huazhong patted Wang Hongquan on the shoulder to express relief, but said nothing else.
After the incident where Wang Hongquan helped Dabai Hongmei make a fuss in the mourning hall last time, Lao Yang's family now has almost no good impression of Wang Hongquan.
But because their only son had just died, it would be too tragic for the white-haired person to give the black-haired person away, so even if everyone didn't like Wang Hongquan, they wouldn't criticize him.
So after Yang Huazhong patted Wang Hongquan on the shoulder, he led people directly into the main room to find Yang Huamei.
In the hall, Wang Hongtao and his son, as well as Wang Cuihua and Wang Chunhua, all came.
The men were sorting out the joss paper and firecrackers there, while the women went into the West Room to look for Yang Huamei. After Yang Ruoqing said something to Luo Fengtang, she also went to the West Room to look for Yang Huamei.
In the west room, several women from Wang Hongtao's family and Sister Shuanzi were accompanying Yang Huamei, but Sister Shuanzi was not there. Seeing Yang Ruoqing come in, the women greeted her one after another.
Yang Ruoqing managed a few words, and her eyes fell on Yang Huamei in the crowd.
If Yang Huamei had not been seen, then the appearance of Wang Hongquan who was guarding the door of the hall would indeed make people sympathize.
But after meeting Yang Huamei, you will feel that Wang Hongquan is half real and half acted.
The truly sad people are people like Yang Huamei, who make people’s hearts ache just by looking at them.
"Since Qing'er is here, let's go out first and let Qing'er chat with Mei'er. We will also go outside to see if we can help."
A few The women greeted each other and left the west room, leaving Yang Ruoqing and Yang Huamei talking in the room.
To be honest, in this room, it was not because it was broad daylight, and then several of them came in together, otherwise one or two people would not dare to come in alone.
It felt chilly everywhere, and the sun couldn't shine in. It was very dark, as if there were people hiding behind the wardrobes, doors, and dark curtains.
After Yang Ruoqing came in, she actually felt the same way.
She just tightened her cloak tightly. Uncle Shuanzi had just died, and it was not in vain. It was not surprising that the aura in the room was a little strange.
"Gu, you look very bad. Didn't you sleep last night?" Yang Ruoqing stood beside the bed, looking at Yang Huamei's pale and haggard face. Her eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, which looked like red spider webs. wrapped around the pupils.
“Girl, people can’t be resurrected after death, so why are you doing this?”
Yang Ruoqing sighed softly, "If my uncle in heaven sees you torturing yourself like this, he will definitely feel uncomfortable. You'd better take care of yourself, and we can all rest assured. She has always been thinking about my mother in Haiyu. You. "
Yang Huamei Looking at Yang Ruoqing with tears in her eyes, she choked and said: "I can't help it, I can't control myself. I can think of your uncle when I open or close my eyes, especially since he is a seven-year-old man, I feel even worse... "
As I spoke, tears fell down.
Yang Ruoqing picked up a handkerchief next to her and handed it to her to wipe her tears.
“Auntie, you still have Dabai and Xiaohei, as well as us relatives from your natal family. We are all with you. If you have any difficulties, we will help you. You have to be kind to yourself.”
Yang Huamei covered her face with a handkerchief and nodded slowly.
"Qing'er, your grandma...is she still annoyed with me?"
Yang Ruoqing smiled dryly, "My grandma is not annoyed with you, but I feel sorry for you."
< br>Yang Huamei clicks again Head, "She felt sorry for me, but I couldn't live up to her expectations, so she still softened her heart and let Hongmei in."
"Well, every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite. My grandma will understand. Don't think about it, aunt." Too much. "
The aunt and nephew sat in silence for a moment, listening to the noise outside and the sound of them walking and running around. All this seemed like a world away from the quiet and deserted room.
The door to the west room was suddenly pushed open gently, and Dabai poked his head in.
As a filial son, he went to the mountain to make his father's first birthday today. Naturally, he had to put on the white coarse linen mourning clothes again, with a circle of straw tied around his waist and under his arm. A bundle of straw.
These straws will be taken to the mountains later to kneel down and kowtow vigorously.
Seeing Yang Ruoqing in the west room, Dabai first nodded to her as a greeting, and then asked Yang Huamei cautiously: "Mom, we are all ready. I asked me to ask you, Do you want to come with us? "
(End of this chapter)