Someone asked a doctor from a village in the mountain nest opposite to come over and treat old Sun. Before the doctor could leave, Yang Ruoqing and others came back with the unconscious Sun.

After the diagnosis and treatment, they were told that both father and son were suffering from excessive grief.

Even though I was prescribed some medicine, I mainly had to rely on myself to regulate my mood.

After seeing the doctor off, Yang Ruoqing turned around and returned to the house.

Lao Suntou is in the east room, and Mrs. Sun is in the west room.

Aunt Liu and Xiaohua were accompanying Sun in the west room, and Dagagong was guarding the old Sun's head in the east room. Yang Ruoqing was directly called into the room by Dagagong.

"Qing'er, you are better at talking than I am, so please come and persuade Mr. Ga!" Da Ga said impartially.

Yang Ruoqing nodded and entered the room.

Seeing Ga Gong curled up on the cool bed, bones and bones, Yang Ruoqing's nose felt sore, and tears were about to fall from her sore eyes.

But she endured it, came to the bedside, and called softly: "Gong Gong..."

Lao Suntou slowly turned his head, revealing a face full of tears.

"Is your grandma...buried?" he asked in a low voice.

Every word seemed to come out from the teeth, so difficult.

Yang Ruoqing nodded lightly, "Well, everything went smoothly."

Old Sun nodded, and then looked at Yang Ruoqing eagerly. The old man's eyes were filled with depth and desolation.

"Qing'er, from now on, you won't have to call me mother-in-law anymore..." he said.

"But I still have Grandpa..." Yang Ruoqing said with tears in her eyes.

Lao Suntou said: "You and I will be alone from now on..."

Yang Ruoqing shook her head and leaned down to hold Lao Suntou's hand.

"Grandma is gone, but you still have your aunt, my mother, Dajie, Xiaojie, and my siblings Daan and Xiaoan."

"In four months, Huang Mao will give birth to a baby, and you will be a great-grandfather by then,"

"You are not alone, you have us, we are a big family accompanying you..." Yang Ruoqing said.

He firmly held Old Sun's vein-ridden hand and said, "Gonggong, for the sake of our big family, you must cheer up and take care of yourself! Grandma Ga is gone, but Qing'er can't live without Gonggong..."

Big hot tears fell on the back of Lao Suntou's hand.

Lao Suntou freed up a hand and gently wiped away the tears on Yang Ruoqing's face.

"Don't cry. For your sake, Guild Ga will take care of himself. When it's almost time, your Grandma Ga will come to pick me up. By then, I will feel relieved," he said.

Yang Ruoqing buried her head and shed tears.

"Qing'er, your grandpa hasn't eaten for three meals, and I can't help you no matter how hard I try." Da Gong said again at the right time from the side.

Yang Ruoqing quickly raised her head and said to Lao Sun, "I'm going to get some food first. How many bites can you take first?"

Lao Suntou shook his head, "I really can't eat it."

Yang Ruoqing said: "If you don't eat for three meals and you collapse, what will we do as a family? My mother fainted from crying and was sent back to the house. If you collapse again, our world will collapse."

When Lao Suntou heard this, he was shocked and struggled to sit up, "How is your mother doing now? Come on, help me over and take a look..."

"The doctor has seen it and prescribed medicine for her to rest there. Aunt Liu and Xiaohua are with her." Yang Ruoqing held down the old sun's head.

"Gong Gong, if you don't want to eat right now, let Qing'er make you a bowl of sugar water first. Otherwise, my mother's worries will be aggravated when she sees you like this." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Okay!" Lao Suntou relaxed.

Yang Ruoqing quickly got up and quickly made a bowl of sugar water for Lao Suntou to drink.

On the side, Dagagong couldn't help but give Yang Ruoqing a thumbs up: "Qing'er's words will work."

After drinking the sugar water, Lao Suntou did not want to lie down and rest, and insisted on going to see Mrs. Sun.

Yang Ruoqing knew that the old man would not feel relieved unless he saw what happened to his little girl.

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Near noon, the deafening sound of firecrackers came from the mountain nest behind the village, which represented the official end of the burial ceremony.

After a while the Taoist priests and those who helped came over for a midday lunch, it was almost time to leave.

During lunch, Mrs. Sun called Yang Ruoqing to the bedside.

"Qing'er, your father, your eldest aunt, me, I, your aunt, Grandpa, Dajie, the four of us have to stay in this old house for the next few days, waiting for you.

After my first seven incarnations, I will return to Changping Village."

"After lunch later, you and Bamei, along with Xiaohua, Xiaoduo and Xiaojie, will go home with your fourth and fifth uncles."

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing frowned.

"Mom, I don't trust you. I want to stay with you and let them go back first." Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Sun shook her head: "You go back too, the baby is still suffering from chickenpox. I'll feel a little more relieved if you go back."

Mrs. Sun glanced at the low and stuffy room again, "This room is so big, and the bed is not even big enough to sleep on. You will suffer if you stay here..."

"But I will definitely come to the first seven of Ga Po." Yang Ruoqing interrupted Sun's words.

Mrs. Sun said: "If you want to come, just come over during the first seven days. When your grandmother finishes the first seven days, we will go back together."

Yang Ruoqing had no idea, and she was really worried about Baby Luo who was suffering from chickenpox, so after lunch, even though the sun was fierce, the group of people who were eager to return hurried back to the village under the scorching sun.

Yang Ruoqing had just arrived home. She didn't even bother to take a shower and was going to see Baby Luo. However, she was stopped by Wang Cuilian at the door.

"Qing'er, come here." Wang Cuilian said.

When Yang Ruoqing came to Wang Cuilian, she saw Wang Cuilian take out a willow branch from behind, dip it in some water, shine it on Yang Ruoqing's head and body, and gently shake it a few times, pretending to beat it.

"This is an old custom. Children are weak and have unstable souls. You have just returned from a funeral in the mountains. There are many evil spirits in the mountains."

"Willow branches can drive away evil spirits. Okay, even if there are any evil spirits, they have been driven away. Let's go inside quickly to see the baby."

Yang Ruoqing smiled gratefully at Wang Cuilian. There were elders in the family, so it was appropriate to follow some of these old traditions.

In the room, Baby Luo fell asleep, and Tuoba Xian sat by the bed making small clothes for the child.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing come in, a hint of surprise flashed across Tuoba Xian's eyes.

"Is everything done?" she asked in a low voice.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, her eyes falling on Baobao Luo: "Mom, is the baby's condition stable these days?"

Tuoba Xian said: "Uncle Fu comes over every morning and evening to check on us and says that our baby's condition is stable. As long as we take proper care, he will be almost fine in a few days."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Mom, you have worked hard these past few days. You have been guarding me step by step."

Tuoba Xian said: "Your aunt, Yaxue, Lan Yatou and your Aunt Meier also come here to help every day. They all work hard."
Chapter completed!