Changping Village.

Mrs. Sun sobbed and talked intermittently about what happened last night.

Although He Lian'er made a meat pad for Yang Ruoqing, the vibration was too great, causing Qing'er to move her fetus and give birth to the baby early.

There was lightning and thunder outside, and the two children were quite big. It was very hard to give birth to Qing'er.

I fainted several times, and finally I pinched the middle of my body and stuck a silver needle to wake me up, and then I fell asleep again...

After the two babies were born, the daughter herself was barely breathing. Fu Bo and Wang Sheng kept watch, boiled the medicine, gave the medicine, and waited for two hours to make sure everything was fine for the time being. Neither the father nor the son dared to do so.

I went home and went to the guest room in the front yard to take a nap.

So now everyone is staying in Yang Huazhong's room, not daring to make any big noise for fear of surprising Yang Ruoqing.

Even though the two children had been carried to Xiaoduo's room next door, Wang Cuilian looked at the children, and Sun and the others quietly went to Yang Ruoqing's room to take a look every now and then.

"Mom, everyone is worried right now. We are both looking forward to Qing'er waking up soon, but we are also afraid that she will wake up."

"I'm awake, about Tang Yazi... we don't know how to tell her. We're afraid that she won't be able to bear the blow, and if something goes wrong again, we won't be happy even if we see the two babies, ugh!

"

Mrs. Tan now completely understood why the atmosphere was so weird after giving birth to two fat boys.

This is really both sad and happy. The wedding sedan bumped into the funeral coffin halfway. I really don’t know what to do.

Mr. Tan stopped making noise and became silent.

After a while, the old lady sighed and said to herself: "How come all the daughters of our old Yang family are so miserable? Is there something wrong with the ancestral graves?"

Meier was widowed at a young age.

Lan Yatou was raped by that old pervert Wangfu before she even got married.

He'er and Yu Jinbao reconciled. During the two years they lived abroad, they were deceived into giving birth to a son and had their tongue cut out.

The third girl married far away.

Mianmian also experienced breaking up with the Jiang family.

Xiaoduo, who was known as the granddaughter of the old Yang family, also became a widow, and Xiang Sheng's death was unknown.

I originally thought that all the luck would be absorbed by the fat girl in the third bedroom for her whole life, but now it seems that the fat girl seems to be even worse, having a baby and losing a man at the same time.

From this point of view, the person who is relatively good at the moment is actually Ju'er, who was the most unknown in the past, has neither outstanding appearance nor outstanding personality, but is honest and loyal.

"I'll go check on Fat Ya. If she wakes up, I'll say a few words to her."

Mrs. Tan glanced at the people in front of her, guessing that they didn't dare to go to the room opposite. Mrs. Tan took a deep breath and stood up and said.

Yang Huazhong and the others urged them to stand up, with both gratitude and worry in their eyes.

I am grateful because Mrs. Tan has the courage to face Qing'er head-on, explain things clearly to Qing'er, comfort and enlighten her, and it is best to guide Qing'er to release the things she is holding in her heart.

They didn't dare to tell Qing'er, always fearing that their words might not be right and would lead to worse consequences.

Tan's being able to go really helped them a lot.

"Mom, go and persuade her. It's good, but she needs someone to say those words to her." Yang Huazhong considered it, and then said: "But I'm worried that you always speak too hard. When you comfort, speak softer.

Right? Is it done?"

Yang Huazhong's reminder earned Tan's eyes.

"If you're worried about this or that, why don't you go?" asked Tan.

Yang Huazhong apologized in embarrassment.

Mr. Tan raised his hand and patted the dust on his arm, and said to himself: "I'm not stupid, and I don't lack conscience. I can say stupid things now, but I can't say anything. I won't be able to weigh it clearly? What a fool.

worry!"

In this way, Tan went to the West House with everyone's expectations.

Mrs. Sun bent down and secretly peeked through the crack in the window, just to see if Yang Ruoqing was awake inside.

But the light inside was dim, and Da Sun could not see clearly.

Yang Huazhong said: "Mom, just go in directly!"

Mrs. Tan nodded and pushed the door open with a creaking sound. Her thin body quickly slipped into the room through the crack in the door, and then the door was closed again from the inside.

The curtains on the bed were rolled up from both sides. Yang Ruoqing was sleeping on her side, with her back facing outward. Her long black hair swayed behind her like water, slipped from the pillow, and fell onto the quilt.

"This hair is really good. It's smooth and shiny even after giving birth. It's as well-maintained as a flower."

It's a pity that the big tree that sheltered this flower from the wind and rain fell down, alas!

Mrs. Tan silently felt sorry for Yang Ruoqing, and then sat down by the bed.

"Qing'er, are you awake?"

Mrs. Tan gently put her hand on the quilt and looked at Yang Ruoqing's face.

He saw her eyebrows closed and her breathing even.

"Is this... not yet awake?" Mrs. Tan said to herself, a little hesitant whether to stay and wake her up to say a few words, or to let her sleep first.

When she raised her head, she saw the dark shadows moving around outside the window and at the door, and knew they were Yang Huazhong and the others.

Tan sighed softly, lowered her voice and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, be open-minded about everything. We all have ups and downs in our lives. God will let you go through everything. Otherwise,

Why do you say that you came to this world to experience and endure hardships?"

After Tan said something, he paused and stretched his neck to see Yang Ruoqing's reaction.

However, she found that Yang Ruoqing still had her eyebrows closed and her breathing long.

Is this...really not awake?

Or do you still wake up and don’t want to open your eyes to see her as a grandma?

No matter which way it is, Mrs. Tan plans to finish what she wants to say. Even if the girl is not awake, there are some things that she would not be able to say with dignity even if she wakes up.

"No matter how deep your relationship is with Tang Yazi, in this world, hum, no one can live without the other."

"Even if you don't separate now, you will have to separate sooner or later. If you don't eat the longevity grass, the king of hell will come to pick you up. In the end, one of you will have to go first. If you are separated in the morning or in the evening, you are divided. These are all fates, and

It’s all fate, and it’s everyone’s destiny.”

"If we blame others and can't get rid of the knot in our hearts, then we are having trouble with ourselves. Say what you don't feel comfortable with and cry out. It will make you feel better after you cry."

"You have to think about it this way, Tang Yazi is no longer doing that. He has gone over there to arrange things. When you come there a hundred years from now, he will have everything ready-made for you. How great is that?"

Tan talked for a while and then paused for a while, looking over her head to see Yang Ruoqing's reaction.

It's a pity that Yang Ruoqing's reaction was the same from beginning to end, as if she had fallen into a deep, deep sleep.

Mrs. Tan nodded, reached out and gently held Yang Ruoqing's cold hand, and gently rubbed it in the palm of her hand.

This time, Tan's silence was relatively longer than before.

After a while, Tan's voice, which he pressed again and again, seemed to have a hint of hoarseness, and he said in Yang Ruoqing's ear: "Since you were a child, I have never hugged you once. You were stupid and unlovable before, but you are strong and shrewd later.
Chapter completed!