"Oh, if you don't believe what Mom said, you should believe what Fatty says, right?"

Mrs. Tan came closer to Yang Huamei again, "Don't worry, Wang Shuanzi is gone and it is a relief. He has given birth to a good child in the next life. We living people have to look forward. You have to grit your teeth and cheer up. Don't

Let me send someone with gray hair to someone with black hair!"

Finally, under the persuasion of Tan and Yang Ruoqing, Yang Huamei drank a bowl of brown sugar water and managed to regain some strength.

"Mom, Qing'er, help me get dressed. I want to go to the ancestral hall to accompany Shuanzi."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Tan felt like she was facing a formidable enemy: "What are you talking about? Are you crazy? It's hard to walk like this, but you must not go!"

"Mom, I want to go and stay with Shuanzi. I don't have many days to stay with him. He will have a funeral the day after tomorrow..."

"No, no, your bones can't bear the torture. Besides, the man has put a coffin in and you can't even see it. Where are you going? You're not allowed to go!"

"mother!"

Mrs. Tan turned her back and ignored Yang Huamei.

Yang Huamei continued to beg Yang Ruoqing, "Qing'er, aunt really wants to stay with your uncle. Can you please help me and I beg you?"

Seeing Yang Huamei's pitiful look, Yang Ruoqing couldn't bear it.

But Mr. Tan's thinking was right, you should do things according to your ability.

"Auntie, do you think this is okay? You don't want to go there tonight. You have a good sleep at home, eat something to regain your energy, and then go there early tomorrow morning."

"That's it..."

"Yes, there are still rituals and other things to do next, which are very energy-consuming. If you faint again, won't the house be even more chaotic?"

Yang Huamei fell silent and stopped arguing about going to the ancestral hall. However, she begged Yang Ruoqing again: "Qing'er, can I ask you a favor?"

"What's the matter? Auntie, tell me, as long as I can do it, I must be unambiguous."

"Qing'er, you can do it, you can definitely do it!" Yang Huamei grabbed Yang Ruoqing's hand.

"Shuanzi has two sons, Dabai and Xiaohei. After he leaves, can Dabai come back and kowtow to him a few times, and send him back home wearing mourning clothes? After all, they are father and son for the rest of their lives..."

Yang Ruoqing looked at Yang Huamei. Yang Huamei's eyes were full of pleading. She looked as if she was more than ten years old after a night of hard work. When she was walking outside, people no longer dared to call her sister-in-law. Instead, they called her aunt and aunt!

"Mei'er, how come it's been so long and why are you still thinking about Dabai? His unfilial son has come back to cause trouble for everyone. Shuanzi probably doesn't want to see him when he's lying in the coffin!" Mrs. Tan began to scold Dabai again.

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Yang Huamei shook her head and wiped away tears.

"Mom, don't say that, Dabai. After all, Dabai's surname is Wang, and he is Shuanzi's biological son after all."

"Even if you come back and kowtow a few times before going back to prison, it's still appropriate."

"Qing'er, look at this, can you be accommodating and make it easier..."

Now, even Mr. Tan can no longer sing the opposite tune.

But Mrs. Tan would not speak up to help Yang Huamei, because the old lady was worried that if Dabai really came back, he would not go back to prison. If he stayed at home, how could she expect him to respect Meier?

Aren’t you just causing trouble for Meier again?

However, Yang Huamei's pleading never stopped. She looked so weak, as if the oil was about to run out, and she was pleading with the last energy of her life.

Yang Ruoqing supported her: "Auntie, don't worry, Dabai is already on his way back. If he doesn't get home after midnight tonight, he will definitely be able to kowtow there tomorrow morning."

"Really...really?" Yang Huamei couldn't believe it.

The fact that her eldest son was in jail during the Chinese New Year has always been a heavy weight on her heart. Both she and Shuanzi deliberately did not mention it to each other, but both of them were thinking about it all the time.

Now that , Shuanzi and Youzhi under Shuanziquan will definitely feel relieved.

Under this mixture of sadness and joy, Yang Huamei's nerves were so painful that her nerves were numb and she was also tired.

With Tan's persuasion, she reluctantly ate a bowl of noodles and fell asleep as soon as she lay down.

Dabai returned to the village in the middle of the night, and Xiao An personally picked him up.

I don’t know whether it was the lessons in prison during this period that made him experience the dangers of the world, or whether he had some sense of repentance. In short, he looked much calmer than usual, and he didn’t speak arrogantly.

explain.

After Xiao An told him about Wang Shuanzi on the road, he sniffed a few times and stopped talking.

But when we entered the village and arrived at the entrance of the ancestral hall, everything was pitch dark except for a few lights in the ancestral hall.

Dabai was suddenly stunned and stood blankly at the door of the ancestral hall.

"What are you doing standing here? Go in and kowtow to your father!" Xiao An urged.

Dabai suddenly came to his senses and followed Xiao An into the ancestral hall.

Yang Huazhong and the others were all here, and they were all mentally prepared to see Dabai come back.

Yang Huazhong pointed to the coffin: "Your father is lying here. Kneel down and kowtow to him!"

Xiao Hei stood up excitedly when he saw Da Bai coming back. After a whole night, he finally saw a family member.

Dabai didn't look at Xiao Hei, he walked straight to the coffin, knelt down with a bang, and kowtowed three times to the head of the coffin.

After the third ring, he lay on the ground unable to get up and made no sound, but his shoulders were shaking, from slow to fast, and finally, intermittent choked sobs came from his throat.

"father……"

"father……"

"Dad..."

…

At dawn, Yang Huamei went to the ancestral hall with the support of Yang Ruoqing and Tan, and saw two figures wearing hemp and mourning kneeling side by side in front of the coffin.

The big black face with his head raised and sniffing is Xiaohei.

The other person kneeling there with his back hunched and his head buried, his face unclear was Dabai.

"Brother, our mother is here."

Xiao Hei saw Yang Huamei at a glance, and she pushed Dabai beside her.

Dabai raised his head, frowned the moment he saw Yang Huamei, and then buried his head again.

Yang Huamei also saw Dabai at a glance. She staggered over and stretched out her arms towards her two sons from a distance away. She cried and shouted: "Dabai, Xiaohei, my two sons..."

Xiao Hei quickly stood up and supported Yang Huamei, while Da Bai was still a little hesitant.

Xiao Hei turned around and pulled Da Bai up. Taking advantage of the situation, Yang Huamei opened her arms and hugged her two sons.

Dabai also responded. In the eyes of others, the three of them were finally embracing each other.

"Dabai, Xiaohei, my two sons, you will never have a father again, wuwuwu..."

"Mother, mother..." Xiao Hei cried like a child, Yang Huamei's body was covered with tears and runny nose.

Dabai also choked silently.

When people nearby saw Yang Hua and Mei Niang like this, they also wiped away tears, but in the end they were still a little happy.

This is the advantage of having more children, especially sons.
Chapter completed!