"Where is Yongxian? Why did you hide in the house as soon as you came back? Come out!"

As soon as Lao Yangtou entered the hall door of the old house, he immediately showed his majesty as the head of the family.

During this period of time at home, he had accumulated countless anger and grievances, which would finally explode today.

Yang Huazhong appeared at the door of the hall, his voice a little hoarse: "Dad, it's not that Yongxian can't come out, it's that he can't come out."

"What do you mean?" Lao Yang's mind went blank for a moment, then he thought of something and his face suddenly changed.

"Is it possible that Yongxian is also lame and paralyzed?" he asked in a trembling voice.

If that were the case, what kind of unlucky year would this be? All the lame and paralyzed people would be blamed on the old Yang family?

"I'm not paralyzed, I'm injured. Dad, please come in and see for yourself."

Yang Huazhong immediately stepped aside, and Lao Yang entered the room and went straight to the bed.

Sure enough, he saw Yang Yongxian lying upright on the bed, covered with a quilt. The old man couldn't see what his body looked like under the quilt, but at first glance, his exposed head and face looked like he was asleep.

"Eternal Immortal? Eternal Immortal?"

Old Yang came to the bedside, calling Yang Yongxian's name, and looking at Yang Yongxian's face inch by inch.

Only then did I notice something strange about Yang Yongxian.

His face was frighteningly pale, without a trace of blood, and the corners of his lips were all white.

There is a three-inch scar on my forehead. It seems that this scar was recently made. It was never there before.

"Yongxian, my grandson, what's going on with you? Say something back to me!"

Old Yang tried his best to stand up, stretched out his hand, and touched Yang Yongxian's slightly cold cheek inch by inch with trembling hands.

In his turbid eyes, old tears fell like broken beads on Yang Yongxian's face.

"What's going on? My good eldest grandson went to take the exam. He was talking and laughing when he left, but why was he silent when he came back?"

"What's going on here? Third brother, Yongjin, tell me!"

When he asked the last question, Old Yangtou almost roared out.

He roared until veins popped out on his forehead, looking like he was going crazy and wanted to eat people.

Yang Huazhong and Yang Yongjin looked at each other, and their scalps felt chilly.

"The Liao family father and son accidentally bumped into Yongxian getting married and holding a wedding reception. Liao Mei got angry and smashed the candlestick, and that's what happened." Yang Huazhong said truthfully.

Lao Yangtou was dumbfounded. He froze there and was so angry that he was shaking all over. He couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Liao Mei gave birth to this beast. This is murder. Where is he? I want to kill him!"

After a long time, Old Yang bit out these words between his teeth. His eyes were even more blood-red, as if everything he looked at was filled with blood and killing.

Yang Huazhong took a deep breath: "At that time, Liao Meisheng injured Yongxian. He himself was not well. He was arrested by the government and imprisoned for more than ten days. He was beaten and punished."

"That beast should be beheaded, with a dog-head guillotine!" Old Yang said through gritted teeth.

"You beat me, Yongxian, to such a degree that I can't even wake up. That beast must pay with his life! Where is he? Is he still in prison? I will file a lawsuit and let him die!"

"Dad, I went to the government to talk about this matter and stopped pursuing it. I also brought him back. I'm going back to Liaojia Village now."

"What? What did you say?"

Old Yangtou's roar made the tiles on the roof shake.

He raised his hand and slapped Yang Huazhong.

The beating caused Yang Huazhong's head to tilt to one side and blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"Dad Qing'er!"

Sun exclaimed, rushed in front of Yang Huazhong, and pulled Yang Huazhong back to keep him away from the attack range of Lao Yangtou.

Yang Huazhong was completely stunned.

Lao Yangtou's curses followed one after another: "You are a person with your elbows turned outward, facing outsiders. Are you, are you Yongxian's third uncle? Are you a member of our Lao Yang family?"

"Look at Yongxian, who was beaten like a living dead by Liao Meisheng. You don't feel sorry for him, don't stand up for him, and let the beating go unpunished. Do you still have any blood? Do you still have any family affection?

"

Yang Huazhong finally came to his senses.

He stared coldly at the old Yangtou in front of him. There was no joy, no sorrow, no wave in his eyes, just like staring at a stranger.

This look in his eyes made the curse that Old Yang was about to say stop in his throat.

Then I heard Yang Huazhong say in a deep voice: "As a human being, you must distinguish right from wrong, and don't tie me up with family ties and blood."

"Liao Meisheng's actions were not serious, but this incident is ultimately Yongxian's fault."

"Every family has daughters, and every family has girls. If it were my sister and my daughter was deceived like this, I wouldn't even bat an eyelid, let alone beating someone or killing someone."

"What's more, Liao Meisheng has already been slapped and sent to jail. Yongxian was unconscious after hurting his head. Liao Meisheng was injured all over and only had half a life left when he came out of prison."

"I think this is the best thing so far. There is no need to delve into the rest. I have no position to delve into it! If Yongxian is wrong, it is a mistake. When he does something wrong, he must bear the responsibility for it.

as a result of!"

Old Yang pointed at Yang Huazhong with a trembling hand: "You, you..."

At the end of "You", the old man suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and fell down from the wheelchair.

…

When Lao Yangtou woke up again, it was already three days later.

The old man opened his eyes and looked at the red eyes and sunken eye sockets of brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming in front of the bed, as well as the haggard faces of his grandchildren. The old man let out a long sigh.

"Yongxian...are you awake?" he asked.

Yang Huaming shook his head: "No."

Old Yangtou closed his eyes again, and two lines of thick tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

"Dad, don't be too pessimistic. Although the doctor didn't say when Yongxian will wake up, at least Yongxian is still alive. He can drink soup and water as he lies there, and he can eat and drink.

Isn’t there hope?”

Yang Huaming then comforted Old Yangtou, "So Dad, you must cheer up. Let's wait patiently together until Yongxian wakes up."

Old Yang's fingers tightly clasped the wood at the edge of the bed, digging out scratches.

When the Yang brothers saw this, they didn't dare to say anything.

After a while, Old Yangtou opened his eyes again.

"That's right, I can't die yet. As long as Yongxian still has a breath, I will hang on to it."

"I want to wait until the day Yongxian wakes up, and I want to ask him face to face why he went to marry into the family. He is the eldest son of our old Yang family, and he carries the burden of the glory of our entire old Yang family on his shoulders.

How could he be so confused!"

Brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming looked at each other and were speechless.

Yang Huazhong looked even more frustrated and numb.

Da'an is so outstanding and he is the number one scholar. When outsiders mention this, they can't help but give a thumbs up.

But why is dad thinking so much about Yongxian here to carry forward the glory of the old Yang family?

Isn't Da'an a descendant of the old Yang family?
Chapter completed!