He saved Xiao An's life. He saved the Yang family.

But the He family lost their only son.

The joke of fate is sometimes so cruel. The dead people have no idea where they have gone, but the living people will spend the rest of their lives remembering and remembering them.

Some people may be unable to recover, but some people will take on more responsibilities, not only to live for themselves, but also to live for the people who have passed away.

The character of my younger brother is clear to my sister.

From now on, Xiao An is the son of the He family, and he will definitely shoulder the heavy responsibility of providing for the two elders of the He family until they die.

As a sister, she will only support him.

He Qingsong, thank you. We will take care of your family in this life, and you can rest in peace.

If there is an afterlife for your kindness to our Yang family, we will continue to repay it.

…

Heiwu brought a stretcher to the Camellia oleifera village to pick Xiao An down the mountain, along with a doctor hired by Heiwu.

"The carriages are ready at the foot of the mountain, and the place to stay has been arranged."

Hei Wu and Yang Ruoqing reported this.

Yang Ruoqing nodded. Hei Wu had thought carefully about whether to leave or stay. He was a qualified subordinate who could continue to be cultivated.

A group of people protected Xiao An down the mountain. Xiao An was lying on a stretcher, holding the urn tightly in his arms.

Don't be afraid, good brother, I will take you home right now!

After going down the mountain, it was already afternoon. Considering that Xiao An's injury should not be too burdensome, Yang Ruoqing arranged for everyone to rest for the night before rushing back tomorrow.

"This house is some distance from the official road and the terrain is high. It narrowly escaped the landslide. Heiwu spent a sum of money to negotiate with the owner to rent it for two or three days, including pots, pans, and bedding.

Everything is complete.”

After settling down Xiao An, Yang Ruoqing looked around in the farmyard.

Liu Xueyun followed her and reported the situation here.

"There is a small vegetable garden in the backyard, and we can eat the fruits and vegetables grown in it. In addition, because the money was given, the owner heard that one of us was injured, and even sent an old hen."

Old hen?

Yang Ruoqing's eyes brightened, "Xiao An's vitality is severely damaged. Chicken soup can replenish his vitality. This is a good thing."

At night, Yang Ruoqing came over to visit Xiao An with chicken soup.

Xiao An was sitting on the bed, her injured leg already wrapped with gauze and bandaged.

He was still holding the urn in his arms, with his head buried in silence.

Yang Ruoqing didn't say too many words to persuade him to cheer up. She just came to the bed and sat down, directly handing over the hot chicken soup in her hand.

"Xiao An, sister made chicken soup for you. You should drink the soup first."

Xiao An raised her head and said, "Sister, where is my baggage roll?"

"Is it the blue one?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

"Yes, there are oil tea cakes that Qingsong bought for his father." Xiao An said again.

"Don't worry, sister brought it back for you, and the oil tea cakes are also there." Yang Ruoqing said.

But the blue baguette roll was too dirty when she found it, with blood on it. Yang Ruoqing replaced it with a clean baggage roll and wrapped the pieces of oil tea cakes.

"That's good." Xiao An breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't lose the bundle. When I get back, I will hand it over to Uncle He." He added.

Yang Ruoqing nodded gently.

Father He will probably be reluctant to drink that oil tea for the rest of his life...

"Xiao An, drink the chicken soup first."

"Sister, I don't want to drink." Xiao An said with a wrinkled face.

Yang Ruoqing frowned, a trace of worry flashing across her eyes.

When Xiao An was unconscious, I gave him some rice soup.

After waking up, I only drank half a bowl of gruel. For such a big person, he was injured again and was suffering the grief of losing his best friend. How could he bear it without taking in energy!

"Xiao An, if you want to deliver the Camellia oleifera to Uncle He earlier, you must get better soon."

"When the time comes, the He family...you have to stay by your side to comfort and take care of them."

"My sister has stewed this chicken soup for more than two hours. Just be obedient and have a bowl, okay?"

Xiao An's eyes turned red again. He gently placed the jar in his arms on the bed, covered it with a piece of handkerchief, took the chicken soup, and drank it in big gulps with tears in his eyes.

Seeing that Xiao An finally finished drinking, Yang Ruoqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She glanced at the jar inside the bed with complicated eyes, put away the dishes and went out, and gently closed the door.

Before Yang Ruoqing and his party arrived at Changping Village, Risong had already gone back and told Yang Huazhong and others about the incident so that the family could be prepared.

On June 14th, the sky was overcast, and Xiao An finally arrived home smoothly.

At the entrance of Yang Huazhong's courtyard, the two red lanterns were replaced by white lanterns.

A room was specially cleaned up so that He Qingsong could rest in peace.

The carriage slowly arrived at the door of Yang Huazhong's house and on the roadside outside the yard. Yang Huazhong and the others had been waiting there for a long time. There were many villagers who came to watch from far and near after hearing the news.

Yang Ruoqing followed the carriage on horseback. When the carriage was about to arrive at the entrance of the yard, Yang Huazhong lit the firecracker in his hand.

This is where He Qingsong comes from.

Mrs. Sun was supported on one side by Wang Cuilian and Bao Suyun on the other, and her eyes were red and swollen from crying.

Sun originally liked the friend Xiao An brought back. Especially when she learned that He Qingsong died to save Xiao An, Sun was sad and scared. She cried every day these days, even doing household chores such as cooking and washing.

Unable to take care of her, Yang Huazhong went to take Xiaoduo back to take care of her.

Among the crowd, Yang Ruoqing saw a few people wearing coarse linen mourning clothes.

It's Xiaoduo and Luo Baobao.

The family has already discussed that He Qingsong and Xiao An are brothers in life and death, and Xiao An's life was given by him.

Then when He Qingsong comes back, it is appropriate for Xiaoduo to be his sister and Luo Baobao to be his niece.

The carriage stopped, Yang Huazhong and others gathered around. Yang Ruoqing got off the horse, opened the carriage curtain, and helped Xiao An down.

After seven or eight days of training on the road, Xiao An's injuries were 60 to 70% better. The bandage on his leg was also removed and he was able to walk on his own.

He got off the carriage and held an urn covered with black cloth in his arms.

Standing at the door of the yard, I looked up at the white lantern hanging on the lintel, and my eyes turned red again.

"Qingsong, we are home."

…

It was a sad and bitter meal, and even a strong man like Yang Huazhong burst into tears.

His sadness was a little different from that of Sun and others. In addition to being grateful to He Qingsong, there was also guilt and self-blame hidden in his heart.

At the beginning, when he saw that the two children were so close, especially when He Qingsong peeled peanuts and melon seeds for Xiao An, he, as a father, was obsessed with guessing what the two of them were going to do...

Worrying and fearful, always afraid that those unhealthy trends will delay his son from marrying, having children, and passing on the incense.

Now, everyone has risked his life for Xiao An, and the He family's incense has been completely cut off.
Chapter completed!