But in the eyes of Yang Huamei, who was behind him, this was undoubtedly a large-scale show of affection and dog food.

Especially since she was still a newly widowed woman. Wang Shuanzi died less than half a year ago, and she was still so young, less than thirty-five...

Yang Huamei's eyes hurt from being stabbed, and her heart felt sour.

She remembered that when Wang Shuanzi was still alive, he would occasionally bring her some wild fruits picked by the roadside on his way to and from the village and school.

Sometimes it's a handful of thorns, sometimes it's three or two chestnuts, sometimes it's four or five wrinkled wild mushrooms.

Another time it was her birthday, he even secretly picked a handful of wild flowers and hid them in his clothes and took them home.

When he did those things at that time, he should be like Tang Yazi, wanting to give his wife a little surprise in this ordinary life, right?

But how did she respond to him?

Qing'er leaned on Tang Yazi's shoulder and praised her, praising, praising and acting coquettishly. One ate it with gusto, and the other picked it willingly.

But what do you do when you get here?

Not only are there no compliments or smiles, but they even get irritated when they see those inconspicuous and worthless things.

He even scolded Wang Shuanzi for being incompetent and just a little smart, unable to make big money and give his wife and children glory and dignity like other men.

But even so, Shuanzi never complained about her. Even when the accident happened, she ran back to her parents' house because of the conflict and threatened to divorce.

In order to coax her, he ran into the mountains to find winter dates for her to please her, and then he met a leopard.

When she was collecting his body and changing clothes, she found two winter dates soaked in blood in his pocket...

At that time, she wished she could hit her head to the ground and go with him.

But for the sake of her two sons, she gritted her teeth and endured it, but she still couldn't help stealing one of his ribs and hiding it beside her as a thought...

When she was approaching the teahouse, Yang Ruoqing suddenly stopped and turned to look behind her.

But I found that Yang Huamei had fallen a long way behind.

"Auntie, what are you doing? Walk faster!"

Yang Ruoqing waved and shouted towards Yang Huamei.

Luo Fengtang also glanced behind him and frowned slightly: "There's something wrong with your sister."

"ah?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, what does it mean that something is wrong?

She looked over intently and saw Yang Huamei with her head hanging down, holding the handkerchief wrapped in thorns.

My legs walked very slowly, and I didn't know how to avoid the potholes. I walked stumblingly, as if a ghost had punched a wall in broad daylight. I kept spinning in circles several times.

"There's something really wrong, let me take a look."

Yang Ruoqing had no choice but to go back to pick up Yang Huamei. Luo Fengtang naturally wanted to accompany Yang Ruoqing, so the two of them walked back together.

When she was about to reach Yang Huamei, Yang Huamei seemed to suddenly come back to her senses. She suddenly raised her head, her face was covered with tears, and her nose was hanging on her chin, but she was still sucking hard.

"Oh my god, what's wrong with you?"

You turn your back and cry like a child. Who bullied you?

Yang Ruoqing hurried over to help Yang Huamei, but Yang Huamei took two steps back, glanced at Luo Fengtang briefly, and turned away embarrassedly.

"Qing'er, there's nothing wrong with me. You guys, go back first. I'll wash my face and come back."

"Auntie, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine. I just suddenly thought of your uncle when I came to the mountains."

"ah?"

Yang Ruoqing suddenly didn't know what to comfort her.

There are some people and things that you don't feel good about when you have them, but when you lose them, you can always discover the different goodness of that person every time you think about them.

So in the memory, I was moved, annoyed, missed and shed tears over and over again.

At this moment, my aunt, maybe because of the mountains, or maybe because of the thorns, in short, the string has been touched again, but there is no one around me who is willing to listen to your string, so she is like a child.

They cried so hard that they were completely defeated.

"Tangyazi, you go back first. I'll accompany my aunt to the stream to wash my face."

Yang Ruoqing blinked at Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang was still worried about leaving Yang Ruoqing alone, but he also knew that Yang Huamei would be more cautious and panicked if he stayed here any longer, so he said, "I'll wait for you in front."

Yang Ruoqing knew his intention, so everyone took a step back and said, "Okay."

She helped Yang Huamei turn around and returned to the stream, wetted the handkerchief, twisted it and handed it to Yang Huamei.

Originally, Yang Huamei should have used her own handkerchief to wash her face, but no, her own handkerchief was filled with thorns, so Yang Ruoqing could only contribute her own.

Yang Huamei was a little embarrassed. Her handkerchief was made of some coarse cloth scraps, but Yang Ruoqing's handkerchief was made of white cotton silk or yarn, with gardenias embroidered on it. When shaken out, it looked white and flawless.

, basically without any flaws, and even has a light fragrance.

"Qing'er, I just wipe it with my hands a few times and it's done. No need for a handkerchief."

"Girl, I brought several of them, and I'm giving this one to you."

"What? You gave it to me?"

"Well, I've prepared everything for the fourth aunt, fifth aunt, and several sisters-in-law, one for each of them."

Since this was the case, Yang Huamei accepted it with a few polite words.

"This veil is so beautiful that I can't bear to use it," she said.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, "The handkerchief is just for use, there is nothing to be reluctant to part with it."

Yang Huamei lowered her eyes and whispered: "I made you and Tang Yazi laugh earlier."

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "How come? Auntie, you are overthinking."

"Tang Yazi is so kind to you. Among the men I have ever met, he loves his wife the most." Yang Huamei said suddenly.

Yang Ruoqing smiled. There was no need to be modest about this question. If Daqi were to award a 'Good Husband' award to men, Luo Fengtang deservedly won the championship.

If it were in the past, Yang Ruoqing would definitely say: "My uncle is also kind to my aunt."

But at this moment, she couldn't say anything.

Because my uncle has passed away.

"I cried earlier because I saw you and Tang Yazi so sweet, and it reminded me of your uncle."

"When he was alive, he would often pick these little things for me,"

"But I didn't hesitate to be lucky at that time. He gave these to me, but he didn't even get a good look..."

"Auntie, don't be sad. My uncle is broad-minded and certainly doesn't care about you."

Yang Huamei sighed softly, "Just because he doesn't care, I feel even sadder."

If he was still here, she could at least say a few soft words to him when she felt regretful and warm his heart.

Just because he was gone, she had nowhere to talk about her troubles and regrets.

"Auntie, if you miss your uncle, you can go to my uncle's grave and talk to him when the new house is built."
Chapter completed!