After Huang finished scolding, she put the pony under her arm and walked toward home as usual. Old Yang quickly pushed his wheelchair to follow.

Huang walked a few steps, turned around and glared at Old Yang: "You old guy, you have a home and you won't go back, why are you following me? Are you going to die?"

Old Yangtou smiled and said with a kind face: "Niece-in-law, there is someone to blame for your injustice. It was someone else who bullied you, not me. I have no bad intentions towards you."

Mrs. Huang turned around and spat hard at Old Yangtou.

"You're an old guy who pleases and sells things, aren't the three and five rooms in the Yang family all your children and grandchildren? They bullied our old Zhang family, and you still want to get rid of them?"

Old Yangtou smiled good-naturedly: "Niece-in-law, please don't say that. I am also heartbroken about them. If it were ten years ago, I would definitely not be like this. Now that I am old, my legs

I'm also lame, and I can't control them, so you, the leper, and your whole family have been wronged."

Mrs. Huang curled her lips and gouged out Old Yang's head fiercely. She was a little confused about what kind of medicine this old guy was selling in his gourd, so he came to talk softly to her.

"No matter what, you are a family. A nest of snakes and rats are not good things. Stay away from me!"

After saying these words, Huang turned around and ran away.

Old Yangtou called her twice, but she ignored him and ran faster.

Old Yangtou looked disappointed, and there was something worrying about gain and loss in his heart. This feeling was something he had experienced when he went on a blind date with Tan fifty years ago.

It disappeared in the next few decades, and now, at the rare age of seventy, it was found in Huang.

Old Yangtou was filled with emotion. He looked down at his legs and sighed. At this moment, he was so powerless!

…

In the evening, Yang Huazhong came back from work outside and found Bao Suyun, Cao Bamei, Zhao Liuer, and even Yang Huamei there.

The women sat in a circle around the table, and none of them looked very good.

Seeing Yang Huazhong return, Cao Bamei and Zhao Liuer both stood up and left.

Bao Suyun also made an excuse and left, leaving Yang Huamei and Sun sitting there.

Yang Huazhong looked at the few who left, confused, "What happened? Why did so many leave as soon as I came back? What are you saying that I can't hear?"

He walked towards the table, joking with Sun and Yang Huamei.

Mrs. Sun smiled and stood up to pour him tea.

Yang Huamei pulled a face and said, "Third brother, do you think our father is blinded by eating lard? He is already a very old man, and the loess is buried to the root of his neck. Why do he still have such extravagant thoughts? My face looks like this

, they will all be disgraced by him!"

Yang Huazhong looked confused, "What do you mean? Did our father do something bad?"

When a few of them gathered here before, they were all talking about this matter?

Yang Huamei raised her hand and patted her face: "With my face, I really can't go out to meet people. In the past few days, many people in the village have been gossiping, saying that our father cares about that leper woman.

Mrs. Huang would go crazy and curse at people under the old maple tree at the entrance of the village every day, and my father would be her guest no matter what, and he would smile as he listened and almost give her a slap in the face!"

Hearing his sister's words, Yang Huazhong felt like a thunderbolt had hit him on a sunny day, and his whole body was instantly petrified.

"Is there such a thing? Is it someone else talking behind my back or something? There are some women in our village who follow the wind and rain, and we can't just let them lead us by the nose."

Yang Huazhong said that he felt that his words were unfounded.

People in the village like to gossip behind one's back, but there may be no reason for the rumors to come out of nowhere!

Yang Huazhong suddenly remembered what Lao Si had said to him a few days ago, and his face suddenly became ugly.

Mrs. Sun put the tea in front of him and said softly: "This sweet-scented osmanthus told me that when he saw Mr. Huang coming home, our father followed behind to see her off and even took the initiative to strike up a conversation with her."

"What?" Yang Huazhong's eyes widened and his voice became a little rough.

Yang Huamei raised her hands to cover her face: "I'm too embarrassed to see anyone."

Mrs. Sun smiled bitterly: "Osmanthus was originally worried that our father would scold Mr. Huang. After all, Mr. Huang sits under the maple tree every day and criticizes us. Osmanthus was originally worried that Mr. Huang would be scolded and our father would be killed.

My wheelchair was overturned, and I was about to go over to smooth things over when I heard my dad chatting up Mr. Huang..."

"What did he say to her?" Yang Huazhong asked with a dark face, his voice was like thunder, and there was a dark cloud hanging over his head.

Seeing his appearance, Mrs. Sun shrank her shoulders and did not dare to say anything further.

"Say it!" Yang Huazhong urged in a deep voice.

Mrs. Sun bit her lip and had no choice but to give it a go.

"What our father said was not a word of criticism, it was all words of comfort and sympathy for the old Zhang family..."

"boom!"

Yang Huazhong threw the tea bowl in his hand to the ground, and the tea bowl shattered into pieces.

Mrs. Sun was so frightened that she didn't dare to say anything anymore and stood aside at a loss.

Yang Huamei stood up and came to the table, and said angrily to Yang Huazhong who was sitting there shaking with anger: "Third brother, I just can't figure it out. My mother has been with my father for more than fifty years, and my mother is not dead yet.

Why does our dad have all these extravagant thoughts?"

"He doesn't even weigh himself. He's already seventy-three. We can count the number of old men in our village who are still alive at seventy years old on one hand. Other men are all honest. How about others?

Are you still old at heart?"

"Meier, don't you understand? Men have always liked young people all their lives. Our mother is already an old woman in her 68s and 99s, and our father has long been tired of seeing her."

Yang Huaming's voice suddenly sounded, and he walked in leisurely from the door with his hands behind his back.

"Fourth brother, our father is like this, you still have the heart to make sarcastic remarks?" Yang Huamei stamped her foot towards Yang Huaming and scolded him angrily.

Yang Huaming said: "I didn't say anything sarcastic. I had this bad premonition a few days ago. If you don't believe it, just ask Third Brother. I told Third Brother at that time, I said gangsters don't care about age. Our father

I'm afraid that I'm going to have some extravagant thoughts. Third brother also said that I was thinking nonsense, now it's come true, right?"

Yang Huamei looked at Yang Huazhong in surprise, intending to ask.

Yang Huazhong's expression gave her the answer.

This made Yang Huaming even more proud, as if he had instantly transformed from an old farmer who had accomplished nothing to a prophet, saint, and prophet.

Yang Huamei couldn't stand Yang Huaming's proud look. She curled her lips and said mockingly: "Fourth brother is indeed an expert. All those experiences in the past have finally come in handy this time!"

Yang Huaming lowered his face and said with a displeased look on his face: "What are you talking about? Do you understand what I call a prodigal son who will turn back without paying for his money?"

"Hey." Yang Huamei rolled her eyes.

The prodigal son turns back, he is middle-aged, has no skills, his wife and children are separated, and he is an old bachelor...

"Okay, okay, you two should say a few words each. We are thinking about our father at the moment. Didn't we see your third brother looking like this?"
Chapter completed!