But no matter how he grows up, he is still Xiao Hei, and it is impossible to complete his transformation in an instant.

Therefore, when the coffin sealing was completed and the old Yang family gradually withdrew, and only three uncles were left to accompany him in the ancestral hall, Xiao Hei could not sit still.

"Fifth uncle, can you let me go home and go to bed too?"

The third uncle is the oldest and the most dignified. Cousin Qing'er and Cousin Da'an make Xiao Hei in awe, so Xiao Hei will not take the initiative to go to Yang Huazhong to beg for anything unless he has to.

The fourth uncle was the least involved in the family, and he was usually half dignified and half naughty. Xiao Hei did not dare to deal with Yang Huaming.

Therefore, the fifth uncle Yang Huazhou became the best candidate. Moreover, he and his parents happened to go to the fifth uncle's house to pay New Year's greetings on the first day of the first lunar month the day before yesterday. They all ate at the same table.

While this feeling of familiarity was still there, Xiao Hei quickly begged Yang Huazhou.

Yang Huazhou was squatting in the corner of the coffin to add tung oil to the small cup. Hearing Xiao Hei's words, he turned around suddenly and asked in surprise: "What are you talking about? Did you just say something stupid? Do you want to go home and go to bed?"

"

"Yes, Uncle Wu, I'm sleepy and freezing to death." Xiao Hei said as he rubbed his eyes.

Yang Huazhou turned around and stood up, pointing at the coffin behind him and saying word by word: "Who is lying here? It's your biological father!"

"How many fathers do you have? How many times can your father die? Even if he dies from exhaustion, sleepiness, freezing, it will only be today and tomorrow!"

Does this mean you are not allowed to go back?

Xiao Hei understood, but he was still unhappy, but he did not dare to refute.

Because the third uncle and the fourth uncle also came over, and seeing their uncle and nephew standing face to face, Yang Huaming asked: "What's going on? Is there something wrong with Xiao Hei?"

Yang Huazhou looked at Xiao Hei coldly, "Your fourth uncle is asking you something, you can answer it yourself."

Xiao Hei lowered his head: "No, it's nothing."

Then he obediently walked to a stool on the side and sat down. Everywhere in the ancestral hall was ventilated, and it was extremely cold. Xiao Hei put his hands in his sleeves, curled his neck, and stamped his feet. It was dark everywhere, with tung oil lamps dancing around.

Not only that, the scarlet coffin placed there was even more majestic.

Xiao Hei suddenly felt like crying.

In a situation like tonight, if my father was still alive, my mother hadn't fainted, and my father wasn't sick, they would have let him go home and sleep warmly.

Now that his father is lying in the coffin, his mother and grandfather can no longer protect him. He feels like an orphan, just as pitiful as the beggar who used to go to the county town with his classmates to play and saw the fugitives under the overpass.

Xiao Hei's tears fell sadly again.

Although Yang Huazhou didn't say it, Yang Huaming is a good person, so why can't he tell?

So he whispered a few times to Yang Huazhong in a low voice, and then sighed: "Dabai is in prison, Xiaohei is ignorant, and Wang Hongquan is so virtuous. How will the old Wang family be dealt with in the future?"

Yang Huazhong also felt heavy.

He pressed his hand on the cold and hard coffin and said in a deep voice: "There is also our old Yang family. We will all help. If we have money, we can contribute, and we will help Meier raise Xiaohei. If we marry a wife and have children, we will be ashore.

Already!"

Yang Huazhou nodded: "We are just a sister. No matter what we do, we cannot make it difficult for her. I will do my best to help her."

Yang Huaming didn't say anything, but he didn't object either.

Yang Huazhong looked around again and said to them both: "You stay here with him for the first time, and I'll go home."

Yang Huazhong left for a while and then came back again, holding a charcoal brazier in his hand. The fire in the charcoal brazier was sizzling.

"Come on, Xiaohei, you can bake."

Yang Huazhong put the charcoal brazier at Xiao Hei's feet. Xiao Hei was so cold that he almost collapsed. Seeing the red charcoal fire, he was so excited.

He quickly rubbed his hands and put them on it to bake, then took off his shoes and put his frozen feet on it.

"Fourth and fifth, come and warm yourself by the fire." Yang Huazhong greeted again.

Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou were smoking dry cigarettes together, and they both waved their hands to show that they were not cold.

Yang Huazhong didn't force it, and sat down next to Xiao Hei, looking at Wang Shuanzi's coffin in trance.

Lao Wang's family, Tan and Yang Ruoqing were guarding Yang Huamei's house.

Yang Huamei was lying on the bed with a handkerchief on her forehead to cool down the fever.

He was still talking nonsense.

"Shuanzi, where are you? Stop playing and come out..."

"Shuanzi, walk slower and wait for me..."

"Shuanzi, Shuanzi..."

Beside the bed, every time Yang Huamei called Wang Shuanzi's name, Ms. Tan would hold her hand tightly and respond: "Mei'er, mother is here, mother is here..."

Mrs. Tan would also stretch out her withered fingers to gently smooth the wrinkles between Yang Huamei's eyebrows.

Yang Ruoqing leaned on the chair, tightened her cloak tightly, and placed a hot leather water bag on her lap.

Aunt Mei'er was overly sad and couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams. This shows that the relationship between the two is deep, far beyond what others know about them.

In fact, even Mr. Tan no longer uttered the catchphrases of "consumption" and "short-lived ghost" today.

Yang Huamei stopped talking nonsense and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep again.

Mrs. Tan turned around and said worriedly to Yang Ruoqing: "Fat girl, look at your aunt's situation...is she still okay?"

Yang Ruoqing changed her posture and sat down. She really couldn't answer this question.

Aunt Meier is the person involved. This is her own calamity. Whether she can get through it or not depends on her.

"Let's try our best to help aunt." Yang Ruoqing could only respond like this.

Mrs. Tan is a smart old lady, and her domineering appearance does not mean that she is really confused on the inside.

Yang Ruoqing was telling the truth, she could tell.

"Hey, your aunt, her life is really miserable. All her life's blessings were exhausted before she turned sixteen."

"It is not impossible to be a widow. There are many women who are widowed in villages ten miles away. When you raise your children and become a mother-in-law, the difficulties will end. But if you put it on your aunt, it will be a big problem.

It’s not easy to handle.”

Yang Ruoqing looked at Mrs. Tan without interrupting her, letting the old lady talk and vent.

"If other people have two sons of this age, they won't be afraid of being widowed at all, but the two sons of your aunt's family are more useless than the other. Dabai is still in prison, and your aunt is counting on her son to take care of her until she is old.

This road is dead, I have been thinking about it for her all day..."

"Have you thought of any good solutions for my aunt?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Tan, who never hesitated to say anything and was never procrastinating, was actually a little hesitant now.

This made Yang Ruoqing, who had just asked casually, almost like a compliment, actually become a little bit interested.

"Nai, let's talk about it first." She asked again.

Ms. Tan glanced in the direction of the door of the house to make sure no one was coming, and then she said in a low voice: "Go back and ask your mother and the others to quietly let the wind go. Mei'er is going to remarry."
Chapter completed!