"Old Uncle Yang, isn't this... inappropriate?"

He stammered and asked, okay, he admitted that he was really tempted.

My mother's health is usually fine, but she gets worse when the weather gets hot. She is afraid of heat, feels flustered, and gets dizzy easily. In the past, he was always on tenterhooks every time it came to summer.

If we really took it over and lived together, it would be a real blessing.

But then I thought about it and realized it was wrong.

"What's wrong? This house is mine, and I have the final say!" Old Yang finally raised his head, and his majestic and confident eyes swept over Yu Xingkui's face.

"If you are a filial son, you should make plans for your mother. She is already sixty-one and she is a guest. Year after year, you may leave at any time. You are not fulfilling your filial piety. Wait.

In the future, if she is gone, it will be useless no matter how much paper money you burn. Just listen to me, clean up the house and go back to pick her up and live together!"

Seeing Yu Xingkui's expression of excitement but daring not to act, Old Yang frowned, "Why don't you get up? Didn't you hear what I said?"

Yu Xingkui came back to his senses and nodded like something, "Listen, I heard it, I heard it, what, old Uncle Yang, of course I am happy in my heart, and I am very grateful, but I am worried about the old man

4. They were unhappy and worried that my mother would not be willing to come over. Since my father passed away, my mother has hardly left the house. She does not go anywhere except to the vegetable garden, and rarely goes to the village.

When we visited, she said there was a lot of trouble at the widow’s door..."

"You idiot!" Old Yang patted Yu Xingkui's arm with some force, and Yu Xingkui gritted his teeth in pain.

"Why do you worry so much when I ask you to bring someone over to live with you? Just remember, this is my house and I have the final say."

"As for your mother, just tell her that we are upright and are not afraid of shadows, and we have a clear conscience. We can live anywhere!"

Yu Xingkui was still a little embarrassed, "Old Uncle Yang, do you think this is possible?"

"What kind?"

"Based on what I know about my mother, it's probably impossible to let her live alone. My son has been with her since he was born, and he can't live without her even for a day."

"How about I bring my son with me? I won't bring my daughter-in-law, and I have to leave someone to look after the house and nurse the home! What do you think?"

Old Yangtou thought for a while, "One sheep is herded, and a group of sheep are herded. If so, then bring your son over. Our yard is deserted. One child is worth ten adults!"

Yu Xingkui was really excited now, "Don't worry, Old Uncle Yang, we will bring the food from home ourselves and will not occupy your rations."

"Hey, am I the kind of person who cares about things? Go and clean up the house. You'll go back later, and we'll take him over to have dinner together at night!"

…

Yu Xingkui happily went to clean up the house, and soon moved his things to Lao Yangtou's room, where he spread out a mat on the floor to sleep.

"Old Uncle Yang, then I will go back to Yujiacun first."

"Okay, go ahead and pick him up!" Lao Yangtou shouted in the room.

"okay!"

After Yu Xingkui left, Old Yang pushed the cart to the bedside and took out a clean handkerchief and a razor blade from the small cabinet beside the bed.

Taking these two things, he went to the washstand in the corner, wet his face first, then gently scraped his face with a razor blade, trimming it slowly while humming a tuneless tune in his mouth.

When he devotes himself wholeheartedly to something, time always passes quickly and quietly.

Until the sound of messy and rapid footsteps came from the yard, Lao Yangtou's eyes lit up, "But you are here?"

His voice was full of joy, he put down the blade, picked up the handkerchief and wiped it on his face and chin, then pushed the cart to the main room.

When he saw little old Yangtou and brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou appearing in the main room, old Yangtou's bright smile instantly solidified on his face.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Old Yang asked in a stiff voice.

Brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou didn't say anything. It was little old Yang who came to answer the question.

"Brother, you're asking us what we're here for. We'd rather ask you where you've been all day. Do you know that we looked back and forth several times, but the doors were all locked, and other people in the village didn't?

After asking around, they all said they didn’t see you, but it made us very anxious!”

So that’s what happened?

Lao Yang twitched the corner of his mouth. He had achieved his goal, and he didn't bother to hide the pride in his heart. It was all on his face.

Brother Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou were so angry that their ankles hurt because of Old Yangtou's appearance.

"Dad, where have you been all day?" Yang Huazhou asked.

Except for the fourth brother who was drunk and unconscious in bed, the other men of the old Yang family, except for a few children, almost searched the whole village in front of the village and the riverside, and even went to Qingshui Town.

I went to find a major road. It was a hot day and it was very frustrating.

"Where have I been that I need to report to you? Are you interrogating a prisoner?" Old Yang was sitting in a wheelchair, tapping the armrests of the chair with his hands, and asked with a smile.

With this look...if he were an ordinary or junior person, Yang Huazhou would probably be slapped in the face.

"I'm not interrogating you, I'm worried about you." He gritted his teeth.

"Ouch." Old Yang rolled his eyes with a sarcastic look on his face, "Do you think I'm blind? The little bastard is gnashing his teeth like this. He wants to swallow your father. Are you so worried? Ghost belief!"

"You..." Yang Huazhou took a step forward and pointed at Lao Yang's head, stuttering with anger.

Over the years, Yang Huazhou has been running restaurants outside and dealing with people of various statuses and backgrounds. Yang Huazhou thinks that he has experienced a lot of practice. He can say what kind of people he meets, and he can control his aura quite well.

good.

However, as long as he goes back to his hometown and talks to the old man for a few words, the aura he has cultivated so hard can no longer be controlled.

"What am I? Is there anyone who points at my biological father and yells at me like this?" Old Yangtou seemed to be very dissatisfied with Yang Huazhou's action, and scolded him with a straight face: "Thanks to you running around outside all the year round, you have some knowledge.

, why are you still so hot-tempered, just like a firecracker, not like a shopkeeper at all, your aura is not stable, you have to practice more!"

"What if I'm just a firecracker?" Yang Huazhou yelled in a rough voice.

"I can't even talk to a man like you in the stall. Where have you been? Why don't you just tell me and that's the end of it? What's the point?"

"I won't tell you, what can you do to me, you bastard?"

"You..." Yang Huazhou felt that he had difficulty breathing, chest tightness and shortness of breath.

Yang Huazhong quickly supported him: "You drank so much soju at noon, don't be impulsive, go outside to the yard to let the wind calm down before coming in!"

Yang Huazhou gave Old Yang a hard look, turned around and strode out of the main room.
Chapter completed!