"Qing'er, please come over here. I'm here alone and no one is talking to me. I'm going to be bored to death!"

Like a coquettish child, Mrs. Liu complained softly to Yang Ruoqing, but she didn't know that she was imitating such a young girl, but she still pouted, looking aggrieved.

Yang Ruoqing had goosebumps all over her body. It turned out that it was really embarrassing for this 'girl' who was about to run into her fifth grade to act coquettishly.

The kind that makes you scratch your toes on the ground.

"There are so many people, how come no one talks to you, Fourth Aunt? Aren't you the best at chatting with people?" Yang Ruoqing suppressed a smile and asked.

Today is a day to pay homage to the deceased, so we can’t make fun of him, as that would be disrespectful to the deceased.

Especially when we go to the mountains later, we need to be more solemn and solemn.

Liu's eyebrows trembled up and down twice, as if they were playing the piano.

His eyes were flying wildly, and he continued to curl his lips and said: "I can't understand what the men said. Your mother and your fifth aunt were all so scary. Tears seemed to be falling. I was afraid that I would accidentally laugh.

Come out and get stared at."

"On a day like this, Fourth Aunt, why are you laughing? I feel a little sad." Yang Ruoqing asked in confusion.

Mrs. Liu felt uneasy and said, "I went to Yongsong's house earlier and accidentally saw Yan Ping with a circle of white gauze wrapped around her head. I just wanted to laugh when I thought about it."

Yang Ruoqing expressed her helplessness towards the fourth aunt whose laughter point was so low.

"Fourth Aunt, I advise you to hold back your laughter first, and then you can laugh again later when they leave the house and go up the mountain."

Mrs. Liu tried her best to nod, "Okay, I'll hold it in."

Yang Ruoqing looked around again, "Strange, why didn't I see Yongbai?"

Ms. Liu said: "What's that look in your eyes? That's not him!"

Following Liu's guidance, Yang Yongqing, who had just blocked Yang Ruoqing's sight, stepped aside to get the tea on the table, so Yang Ruoqing saw Yang Yongbai squatting in the corner.

Squatting there alone, although he said nothing, Yang Ruoqing could feel the deep sadness wrapping around him.

Mrs. Sun brought a bowl of tea to Yang Yongbai, but Yang Yongbai didn't want to drink it. When he shook his head, Yang Ruoqing saw his face clearly.

His face was frighteningly pale, and his eyes were swollen and unseemly. It seemed like he didn't sleep well last night.

Thinking about it, cousin Yongbai and his grandfather have the deepest relationship among all the people in this room, and their blood relationship is also the most direct.

This feeling of grief for losing a loved one must be the most real for him.

This feeling was very real to Yang Ruoqing when Mrs. Ga Po Sun passed away.

For a long time, she couldn't calm down.

Although she has been on the battlefield and seen dead people in her two lives, others may think that someone like her should be indifferent to life and death.

This is not the case.

The more this happens, the more aware you are of the fragility of life, and the more you worry about losing the people you care about.

Because I have been used to seeing so many lives and deaths, I understand that death is a one-way street. Once you leave, you leave. No matter how sad the living person is, or even sad enough to hurt yourself, the person who left will not be able to come back.

After thinking so much, Yang Ruoqing's face became heavy, and in the eyes of Mrs. Liu beside her, she was assimilated by Mrs. Sun and Bao Suyun.

Mrs. Liu sighed, trying not to think about Yan Ping's appearance, and buried her head to think about the depressing things she had encountered.

But once she thinks of this depressing thing, she becomes angry.

For example, Yang Huaming criticized her by saying that she was dirty, went to bed without washing her feet, and farted in bed.

Although these are all facts, she is angry.

As a result, Mrs. Liu's expression changed from suppressing a smile before to gnashing her teeth now.

Fortunately, the room was so noisy that no one paid attention to Liu's every move. After a while, Old Yangtou shouted from outside: "It's almost time, it's time to leave."

Hearing the urging, Yang Huazhong in the main room also stopped urging him, raised his voice and responded to Old Yang Touna outside, and then said in a low voice to Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou: "Yesterday, I talked with Yong Songna about the matter.

Let’s not talk about Yongbai and Yongsong.”

"Later, I called Yongbai too. The two brothers talked it out and finally shook hands and made peace."

Yang Huazhou said: "That's how it should be. As soon as my uncle left, to put it bluntly, the person Yongsong was closest to when he returned to Changping Village was actually not us, but Yongbai, and we even gave him a slap in the face to separate him."

Yang Huaming also nodded, acquiescing to this.

Yang Huazhong patted Yang Huaming's arm: "Okay, everyone is here, don't waste your time, go early and come back early!"

This wave of young and old men went to the mountains to burn incense. Lao Yangtou and Yang Huazhong were unable to go. Lao Yang sent the team in the direction they left with slightly moist eyes.

In the blink of an eye, it has been seven days since my younger brother passed away. It feels like just yesterday that I was sitting with him and doing family routines.

Suddenly the yin and yang are separated. Things in the world are really impermanent!

As for Yang Huazhong, he also felt regretful. Yesterday, Wang Sheng came over to help change the dressing. He also asked Wang Sheng when he could walk on the ground.

As a result, Wang Sheng checked his recovery status and said that it was not very good and he might have to stay in bed to recuperate for a longer time.

This made Yang Huazhong so anxious that he almost died.

Originally, he thought that he would be able to pay homage to his brother-in-law's grave in person when he was 37, 57, but he didn't expect that he would have to wait until 7, 757. He hoped that he would be able to walk on the ground in 7, 749!

Yang Huaming and his party followed Yang Huazhong's instructions and went straight to young old Yangtou's house to meet Yongsong, the real grandson, and then went up the mountain together.

As a result, when I arrived at the gate of the courtyard, I was rejected.

"What happened? Why did General Tie lock the door? Where did these two people go?"

"Could it be that you left and went back to Yanping's family?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? This is Yongsong's father-in-law. No matter how much he listens to his mother-in-law, he will never do anything to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors."

"Besides, they said when they came back from this trip that they came back specifically to do the first seven."

"...It's also possible that he went to the mountains in advance to wait for us."

Everyone gathered at the entrance of the courtyard, everyone made guesses about what I said.

Luo Fengtang remained silent from beginning to end, carrying something and standing silently outside the crowd.

What was thinking in his mind was that before going out, he caught a glimpse of his wife's slightly red eyes and mist under her eyes as she followed the women to see her off.

Did she cry?

Why are you crying? Did you think of something sad?

Luo Fengtang was distracted and just wanted to complete this ceremony quickly so that he could go home to accompany his wife and guide her to go.

Since everyone was holding ingot candles for burning incense and heading to the mountains, it was not easy to just rush to the neighbors’ homes next door to inquire.

The neighbors also knew what Lao Yang's group was going to do, so they followed the old rules and tacitly avoided it.

There were no insiders passing by nearby, so there was really no one to inquire about.
Chapter completed!