After leaving her parents' house and returning to her own home, Yang Ruoqing waited for a long time before Blacksmith Luo and the others came back.

Seeing Luo Baobao's high-spirited look, Yang Ruoqing was also very happy. Her hair was back, and the girl was happy.

"Hey, where's your dad? Why didn't he come back with you?"

"Mom, my father asked me to tell you this. He will stay there to talk and come back later."

"Oh, that's it, okay, then you go say hello to your grandma and get ready to take a bath and go to bed!"

Yang Ruoqing took a bath, tidied the room, and read a book for a while, but Luo Fengtang never came back.

She yawned several times and couldn't help but put on her coat and prepared to go outside to look for him, but he came back.

"Why did it take you so long to come back? Are you talking to Brother Zhou Sheng at Bingzhuye?" Yang Ruoqing joked with a smile.

Luo Fengtang also smiled and reached out to hold her hand: "Let's go back to the house."

When he arrived at the Lewu, Yang Ruoqing was making the bed next to him while he was washing his face, and by the way, he told him about Wang Shuanzi's first seven days tomorrow.

Luo Fengtang nodded, "Go to Lao Wang's house early tomorrow morning to gather, right?"

"Yes, let's go up the mountain together to burn incense."

"Well, let's go to bed tonight and go to bed early."

Lao Wang's family.

Yang Huamei sat on the bed and wiped away her tears all night long.

In Xiao Hei's room, Xiao Hei had already fallen asleep and was snoring loudly.

In Dabai's room, the light was still on, and the muffled voices of Dabai and Hongmei could be heard faintly.

As for the father-in-law Wang Hongquan, although he didn't hear snoring, his father-in-law was still in a stable mood during the supper. When he saw Dabai bringing vegetables to the house for Hongmei, his father-in-law was still in a good mood to remind Dabai to give Hongmei more food.

Put a chicken leg between plums to replenish your health.

"Hey, in this family, I'm afraid I'm the only one who really misses Shuanzi! No, it should be in this world."

Yang Huamei thought lonely, and curled up in a corner of the bed, watching the moonlight shine into the room, falling on the table, wardrobe, and in front of the bed, silently shedding tears until late at night before falling asleep.

After breakfast, Yang Huazhong led the team, and each room in Lao Yang's family sent a representative. Of course, they were all men.

After a while, Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing came over. In addition to their husband and wife, Chen Biao, Liu Xueyun, Xiang Shengnan and other nieces and nephews were also there.

Wang Hongquan stood at the door of the hall with a cane. When he saw so many people coming to burn incense for Wang Shuanzi, the old man looked so moved that he was about to cry.

Standing at the door, in his dying years, leaning on a cane and swaying, he said words of gratitude to Yang Huazhong and the others.

Yang Huazhong patted Wang Hongquan on the shoulder to express relief, but said nothing else.

After what happened last time at the mourning hall where Wang Hongquan helped Dabai Hongmei make a fuss, Lao Yang's family now has almost no good impression of Wang Hongquan.

But because their only son had just died, it would be too tragic for a white-haired person to give away a black-haired person, so even if everyone didn't like Wang Hongquan, they wouldn't criticize him for anything.

So after Yang Huazhong patted Wang Hongquan on the shoulder, he led people directly into the main room to find Yang Huamei.

In the hall, Wang Hongtao and his son, as well as Wang Cuihua and Wang Chunhua, all came.

The men were sorting out the incense paper and firecrackers there, while the women went into the West Room to look for Yang Huamei. After Yang Ruoqing said something to Luo Fengtang, she also went to the West Room to look for Yang Huamei.

In the west room, several women from Wang Hongtao's family and Sister Shuanzi were accompanying Yang Huamei, but Sister Shuanzi was not there.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing come in, the women greeted her one after another.

Yang Ruoqing managed to deal with it a few times, and her eyes fell on Yang Huamei in the crowd.

If Yang Huamei had not been seen, the appearance of Wang Hongquan who was guarding the door of the hall would indeed make one sympathize.

But after meeting Yang Huamei, I will feel that Wang Hongquan is half real and half acted.

The truly sad people are people like Yang Huamei, who make people's hearts ache just by looking at them.

"Since Qing'er is here, let's go out first and let Qing'er chat with Mei'er while we go outside to see if we can help."

Several women greeted each other and left the west room, leaving Yang Ruoqing and Yang Huamei talking in the room.

To be honest, in this room, it was not because it was broad daylight and several people came in together, otherwise one or two people would not dare to come in alone.

It felt chilly everywhere, and the sun couldn't shine in. It was very dark, as if there were people hiding behind the wardrobes, doors, and dark curtains.

After Yang Ruoqing came in, she actually felt the same way.

She just tightened her cloak tightly. Uncle Shuanzi had just died, and his death was not in vain. It was not surprising that the aura in the room was a little strange.

"Girl, you look very bad. Didn't you sleep well last night?" Yang Ruoqing stood beside the bed, looking at Yang Huamei's pale and haggard face. Her eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, which were wrapped around the pupils like red spider webs.

"Girl, people can't be resurrected, so why are you doing this?"

Yang Ruoqing sighed softly, "If my uncle in heaven sees you torturing yourself like this, he will definitely feel uncomfortable. You'd better take care of yourself, and we can all rest assured. She has always been thinking about my mother in Haiyu.

you."

Yang Huamei looked at Yang Ruoqing with tears in her eyes, and choked up: "I can't help it, I can't control myself. I can think of your uncle when I open or close my eyes, especially since he is seven years old, and I feel even worse...

…“

As he spoke, tears fell down.

Yang Ruoqing picked up a handkerchief next to her and handed it to her to wipe her tears.

"Auntie, you still have Dabai and Xiaohei, as well as our relatives from your natal family. We are all with you. If you have any difficulties, we will help you. You have to be kind to yourself."

Yang Huamei covered her face with a handkerchief and nodded slowly.

"Qing'er, your mother...is she still annoyed with me?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled dryly, "I'm not annoyed with you, auntie, but I feel sorry for you, auntie."

Yang Huamei nodded again, "She felt sorry for me, but I didn't live up to expectations, so she still had a soft heart and let Hongmei in."

"Well, every family has its own sutras that are difficult to recite. My grandma will understand. Don't think too much."

The aunt and nephew sat in silence for a while, listening to the noise outside and the sound of them walking and running around. All of this seemed like a world away from the quietness and desertedness of the room.

The door to the west room was suddenly pushed open gently, and Dabai poked his head in.

As a filial son, he went to the mountain to make his father's first birthday today. Naturally, he had to put on the white coarse linen mourning clothes, with a circle of straw tied around his waist and a bundle of straw under his arm.

These straws will be taken to the mountains later to kneel down and kowtow vigorously.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing in the west room, Dabai first nodded to her as a greeting, and then asked Yang Huamei cautiously: "Mom, we are ready. I asked you to ask if you want to come with us.
Chapter completed!