The carriage drove away and took away Mr. Tan. Old Yangtou sat on the road at the entrance of the yard, staring at the increasingly smaller black spot at the end of the road. The old man felt empty in his heart.

Yang Huazhong stood beside him quietly, not daring to disturb Old Yangtou by making a sound. Only when the little black spots completely disappeared did the man lean over to discuss with Old Yangtou: "Dad, it's windy here, my son pushed me."

Are you going home?"

Lao Yang shook his head, still sitting there and not wanting to move.

Yang Huazhong waited for a while and couldn't help but said: "Dad, it's still cold right now. If you get cold, your mother will have to worry about you again. Let's not let her worry, okay?"

Old Yangtou smiled bitterly, "If I get sick, she can always worry about me. I would be happy to be sick often."

"What I'm most afraid of is that in the future, when I sit in front of her, she doesn't recognize me and doesn't know which bad old man I belong to!"

Speaking of this, the corners of the old man's eyes became a little moist, and when the morning breeze of early spring blew, the moisture disappeared.

But the sourness in his heart spread like a tide, leaving the old man with an indescribable sense of loss and loneliness in his heart.

"Dad, no matter what happens to our mother, she is still our brother's mother and your old wife." Yang Huazhong said solemnly.

"You still have our children and grandchildren. We will stay with you, take care of you, and provide for you until you die. Don't think too much!" the man said again.

After hearing these words, Old Yangtou raised his eyelids and glanced at Yang Huazhong, his expression softened a bit, and his heart felt a little warmer.

"Okay, Dad, don't think too much, just push me back!" he said.

Yang Huazhong pushed Old Yangtou back home. Because Sun had cooked breakfast before leaving and it was warm in the pot, so Yang Huazhong went to the kitchen and brought breakfast to eat with Old Yangtou.

After breakfast, Yang Huazhong didn't go anywhere, but stayed at home with Lao Yangtou.

Old Yangtou looked gloomy.

"Dad, are you sleepy? Why don't you go back to the house and take a nap?" Yang Huazhong asked.

Lao Yang shook his head: "I'm not sleepy."

"Then are you tired? How about I push you around the village?" Yang Huazhong asked again.

Old Yangtou shook his head again: "I don't really want to go. I'd better go back to the house and stay there. I want to be quiet."

Yang Huazhong had no choice but to send Old Yang back to his house.

"Don't stay in this room anymore. It makes me a little uncomfortable. Just go ahead and do whatever you need to do. I'll call you later if something happens," the old man said.

Yang Huazhong nodded: "Okay, I'll be chopping firewood in the yard. If dad needs anything, just call and I'll be here."

In the yard, Yang Huazhong was sitting there chopping firewood, his ears pricked up to keep an eye on what was going on in the house.

There was no movement for a long time. Yang Huazhong was a little worried. He stood up and walked quietly to the guest room. He poked his head in from the door and took a look.

Then I saw Lao Yang sitting there with his head tilted to one side, smoking a dry cigarette, and the whole room was filled with the pungent smell of smoke.

Yang Huazhong quietly retreated.

While he was chopping firewood, he was thinking to himself, this father is probably not in a good mood because his mother is not around!

Yang Huazhong had tasted this kind of feeling. When Sun went to the capital, he was alone at home, feeling the same way, feeling empty and not knowing what to do.

Yang Huazhong spent the whole day chopping firewood, and there were bundles of hard firewood tied with straw at his feet. During this process, Old Yang didn't even say a word.

Seeing that it was noon, Yang Huazhong got up, washed his hands, and came to the guest room.

"Dad, what do you want to eat at noon? I'll make it for you," he said.

Old Yang turned his head and looked at him, "Can you do it?"

Yang Huazhong grinned: "Dad, have you forgotten? That year, Qing'er's mother went to the capital for more than half a year, and I was alone at home, so I was just messing around!"

Old Yangtou remembered and nodded: "Then you can continue to mess around. I can eat anything, but I have no appetite anyway."

Yang Huazhong wanted to ask something more, but Bao Suyun's voice sounded at the door of the house.

"Dad, third brother, are you in the house?" she asked.

Yang Huazhong came out quickly: "Here you are, what's going on with the fifth brother and sister?"

Bao Suyun took out a double-layered red lacquered wood food box from behind: "Third brother, I will bring you and dad lunch."

"Ah? Why do I still need you to send it? I'm about to burn it." Yang Huazhong said.

Bao Suyun smiled: "Third brother, third sister-in-law accompanied my mother to the town to see a doctor. I should also contribute a little bit at home. I can't do anything else. You can still deliver a meal to you two every day."

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"By the way, I have discussed it with Bamei. I will deliver it at noon and she will deliver it at night, so that you can change your appetite."

Hearing this, Yang Huazhong was really flattered: "Why should I bother you so much?"

Bao Suyun directly stuffed the food box into his hand: "Third brother, we are all members of the same family, so we have to work together. You eat first, and I will pick it up later. The taste of this food is not as good as that of Third Sister-in-law, so you can make do with it."

Let’s eat.”

After Bao Suyun left, Yang Huazhong entered the house carrying a food box and said, "Dad, the fifth younger brother and sister have brought us food."

Lao Yang nodded: "I have heard it all, so just leave it to them in the next few days. If they are not allowed to contribute, I guess they will not feel at ease."

Yang Huazhong placed bowls of food in the food box on the small table, including a bowl of spicy pork belly and braised spring bamboo shoots, a bowl of shiitake mushrooms and green vegetables, a bowl of pickled cabbage and large meatballs, a bowl of bone soup, and two bowls of spicy white rice.

rice.

"The fifth brother and sister are good at cooking. These dishes look appetizing, dad, don't you think so?" Yang Huazhong put the chopsticks in front of Old Yang and asked with a smile.

When Old Yang saw these dishes, the spicy aroma hit his face, which really aroused the old man's greed.

"Well, it looks good, let's just eat it!" He said, taking the first step to pick up a piece of bamboo shoots and put it into his mouth, which was crunchy and crunchy.

Seeing that Lao Yangtou had a good appetite, Yang Huazhong finally felt relieved. His mother was not at home, so he must take good care of his father these days.

In the afternoon, Old Yang took a long nap. During this period, Yang Huamei and Yang Yongxian also came over and saw that the old man was sleeping, so they did not wake him up.

At night, Cao Bamei came over to deliver dinner, and Yang Yongxian happened to come over to visit Lao Yangtou.

"Second brother and sister, what kind of dinner did you give me?" Yang Yongxian asked curiously.

Cao Bamei took out the pieces one by one from the food box and put them on the table for him to see.

Millet porridge made with thinly cooked vegetables, spicy radish strips sprinkled with white sesame seeds, and two salted duck eggs dripping with red oil.

In addition, there is a fried leek box with eggs and leeks, and a plate of steamed buns with blooming brown sugar.

"I came here to inquire before. I said that I had eaten too much at noon and wanted to eat something softer at night, so I prepared rice porridge and pasta. Brother, do you think you are satisfied?" Cao Bamei asked.

Yang Yongxian nodded repeatedly: "There are many varieties and the portions are sufficient. The second brother and sister are very interested!"

Cao Bamei raised her lips.
Chapter completed!