Early the next morning, the Zhang family's marriage team went to Liaojia Village.

When passing by the road at the entrance of the village, I found old Yangtou sitting at the entrance of Yang Huazhong's house, with his hands on the armrests of his wheelchair, staring straight at the approaching team.

His eyes swept over the members of the wedding team one by one, making these young and old men who went to pick up the bride a little uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Zhang Youfu made a gesture with the team to pause on the spot, then came to Old Yang's head, bowed respectfully to the old man, and called out: "Old Master Yang."

Old Yangtou's soul slowly came back to his senses, and his eyes focused directly on the man in front of him who was in his prime and had a simple smile.

"Today is a good day for you, congratulations." Old Yangtou has said this to countless people throughout his life.

Whether it was from the bottom of his heart or in a polite and perfunctory manner, the old man spoke with ease.

Even if it is polite and perfunctory, it is impossible to feel the slightest burden in my heart.

But at this moment, these words of blessing made his mouth feel bitter, and his heart felt like he had knocked over a five-flavor bottle, with all kinds of tastes including sour, sweet, bitter, spicy.

Zhang Youfu smiled gratefully and said, "Thank you, Mr. Yang, for your auspicious words. I hope I can count on your blessing!"

Lao Yang nodded and took a look at the groom's wedding clothes Zhang Youfu was wearing, "Spiritual."

Zhang Youfu also lowered his head and glanced at his clothes, feeling very embarrassed.

Old Yangtou said again: "Mei Ying is a good woman. Our Old Yang family has wronged her, and we will leave it to you from now on. Treat her well."

Zhang Youfu was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

"And Zhen'er..." The old man hesitated to speak.

"Old Master Yang, don't worry, I treat Zhen'er as my own son!" Zhang Youfu stood up straight and promised in a deep voice.

Lao Yangtou finally showed a relieved smile and patted Zhang Youfu's arm: "Go, don't waste the good time."

Watching the wedding procession go away, you can still hear the faint sound of the trumpet and suona. Old Yangtou sat at the door, unable to regain his consciousness for a long time.

My mind is filled with images of Yang Yongxian getting married that year. The old Yang family's wedding team also went to Liaojia Village to welcome the bride in such a grand manner...

Time flies, things change and people change.

A few lines of tears streamed down my face.

In the middle of the morning, the sound of gongs and drums came from outside again, which must have been the return of the bride-to-be team.

The old man told Sun: "Go and close the courtyard door."

Sun and Yang Huazhong had been on tenterhooks all morning, always paying attention to the old man's emotional changes.

When the team passed by in the morning, the old man was talking to Zhang Youfu outside, while Yang Huazhong and Sun were hiding not far away and watching secretly.

At this moment, the old man ordered that Mrs. Sun quickly go over and close the courtyard door.

The wedding procession passed by the door of Yang Huazhong's house with loud music, and the sound gradually disappeared in the village.

In the main room, Old Yangtou let out a long sigh, "It's all fate!"

Mother-in-law, son, everything belongs to someone else now. If Yongxian doesn't come back, you will regret it in the future... It's too late!

"Dad, everyone has his or her own fate. Take care of yourself and don't worry so much." Yang Huazhong handed the shredded tobacco and the stem to the old man's hand and comforted him softly.

Lao Yang nodded, "I can't worry so much anymore, just leave it like this."

Yang Huazhong added: "Sooner or later, Yongxian will have children of his own. Didn't Yongbai say it last time when he came back? There are many women around him now. After making money, he will definitely have a group of wives and concubines by then. Will he still worry about not having children?"

"

Old Yangtou's smile was bitter, with a touch of sarcasm.

"No matter how many wives and concubines he married later, Zhen'er is the real legitimate son. Can this be the same?" the old man asked.

He is the legitimate son, but not the eldest son.

The eldest son was Xiu'er, born to Li Xiuxin. Unfortunately, Xiu'er had a bad life and was tricked to death by his biological mother.

If Xiu'er hadn't died young, he would have had to go to school now. What a pity!

Old Yangtou looked gloomy, sitting in a wheelchair depressed and sad.

Yang Huazhong and Sun looked at each other, and they could vaguely guess what the old man was feeling sad about. Yang Huazhong said, "Dad, shall I invite Uncle Jiang to come over and talk to you?"

Old Yang waved his hand: "No, you are not my tool to relieve boredom."

"Then, shall I take you to sit with Uncle Jiang?" Yang Huazhong asked again.

Old Yangtou shook his head again, "I won't go. Jiang Xianjun is now living at your Uncle Jiang's place. Your Uncle Jiang also has a lot of worries in his heart!"

"How about going to Sun's house to sit for a while?" Yang Huazhong asked again.

Old Yangtou shook his head again, "How about you send me to the fish pond, and I'll go see the blacksmith feeding the fish."

"okay!"

When Lao Yang arrived at the fish pond, Blacksmith Luo listened to what Yang Huazhong asked Yu Xingkui to convey quietly. Blacksmith Luo said to Yu Xingkui: "Go back and tell Lao San to reassure him. I promise to let the old man play this morning."

Comfortable.”

Blacksmith Luo found two fishing rods, one for himself and one for Lao Yang. They sat side by side by the fish pond and started fishing.

Old Yangtou resisted at first. After living for decades, it was common for him to go to the mountains to chop firewood and go down to the river to catch fish and shrimps.

But it was the first time that I put everything aside and sat by the water to fish seriously.

In the past, he felt that sitting here fishing was a waste of time and life.

Unexpectedly, Blacksmith Luo thrust the fishing rod into his hand today, and he threw the fishing line into the water half-heartedly. He held the fishing rod with both hands and stared at the floating mark in the water. Whenever there was a fish,

When the hook was bitten, the mark swayed, and even the fishing rod in his hand reacted. The previous resistance gradually receded, and Old Yangtou's mental power was also attracted.

Especially when he felt the fishing rod in his hand being pulled down by a force and bending more and more, he kept in mind the key points taught by Blacksmith Luo, gritted his teeth, tightened his grip on the fishing rod and pulled the fish in the water hard.

Throw the line back.

The water splashed everywhere, and a fish flopped out of the water. Its mouth was stuck with the fishhook and it was still struggling. Finally, it fell on the grass next to it. The fishhook was still stuck and it was jumping around.

"Ha, did you really catch it? It's quite interesting!" Old Yangtou squinted at his trophy and smiled so hard that he couldn't close his mouth.

Blacksmith Luo quickly put down the fishing rod in his hand and ran over to carefully pick off the fish caught by Old Yangtou and put it in the water basin prepared in advance.

"Uncle, this is a small crucian carp. I weighed it and weighed half a catty!"

"Ha, no wonder the hands are heavy." Old Yangtou said.

If you catch another fish, you can make a bowl of fish soup at noon?

"Uncle, you're in luck, come on, keep fishing, maybe you can still catch something!"

"Well, let's try again."

Old Yangtou took the re-baited fishing rod, threw it into the water, and concentrated on catching fish again.
Chapter completed!