Old Yangtou recalled what happened that year and recalled the childlike words of his second son, Yang Hualin, when he was a child. He couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Beside them, Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing were also smiling.

But while smiling, Old Yang suddenly choked up in his voice. He turned to Yang Huazhong and said, "Both your eldest and second brothers are short-lived and have not lived long. It would be great if they could live to this day!"

When Yang Huazhong mentioned his two deceased brothers, he also fell silent.

"Dad, the eldest brother and the second brother are well informed. I will definitely be happy to know that you still care about them like this," he said.

Old Yang nodded, his eyes full of bitterness.

"Let's not talk about them anymore. Let's continue talking about Qing'er and her grandmother." Old Yangtou brought the topic back by himself, saying too many people who were no longer around that he felt that his life was meaningless.

Yang Ruoqing nodded repeatedly: "Well, let's talk about my milk. The cowhide jelly she makes is pretty good just by imagining it! With so many things added into it, it's delicious and nutritious."

Cao Bamei also nodded: "I'll learn how to do it when I get cowhide another day."

Yang Ruoqing said: "That's not easy. Duo'er's family in Caochang will kill a cow in a while. Then ask her to leave a piece of cowhide for you."

Cao Bamei was pleasantly surprised: "Really? That's great!"

Yang Ruoqing asked Old Yangtou again: "Sir, if I guessed correctly, I used the remaining half piece of cowhide to make the liner of your dry tobacco bag for you, right?"

Old Yang nodded, "Yes, that old woman is very thoughtful and can do needlework well."

"She saw that I usually carried a cigarette bag to work in the fields, and my sweat often dampened the tobacco in the cigarette bag, so she sewed an inner liner out of cowhide for me. It was really much easier to use."

"I have used that dry tobacco bag for decades. No matter how many dry tobacco poles I have replaced, the bag has never been replaced. If the outer fabric cover is torn, you can sew it up again for me."

"No wonder." Yang Ruoqing said.

She understood why the old man lost his mind when he saw the cigarette bag tonight.

Because it is not only an old object that has accompanied him for many years, but also a carrier that carries countless beautiful memories.

We often think of someone or something because of a song, a sentence, or a familiar scene.

Those things that were gradually blurred in the memory were awakened in an instant.

In the same way, that dry cigarette bag has the same meaning to Old Yangtou.

"Dad," Yang Huazhong, who had been silent until now, suddenly said, "Dad, since you like that cigarette bag so much, why isn't it with you instead of my mother?"

When Old Yangtou heard Yang Huazhong's question, he smiled bitterly.

Yang Huazhong glanced at the others, who also had the same doubts in their eyes. Yang Huazhong continued to guess: "Dad, did you two quarrel later? You threw the dry cigarette bag on the ground when you were angry, and you didn't pick it up again?"

Old Yang was startled for a moment, took a breath, and cleared his throat again, as if this question troubled him.

Yang Huazhong said hurriedly: "Dad, I just asked you casually. If you don't want to say it, don't say it. It'll be okay..."

At this time, Lao Yangtou suddenly said: "You are half right, and half wrong."

"Ah?" Yang Huazhong was stunned for a moment.

Then I heard Old Yangtou say helplessly: "It's true that your mother knows how to live a good life. No matter how poor her life is, she can make some good out of it. However, her temper is not something that ordinary people can handle."

"When we had a quarrel, she asked me to take the cigarette bag back!"

"She said she made the cigarette bag, but she wouldn't leave it to me. She said she would burn it and not give it to me!"

"I was so angry at that moment that I just wanted to break up with her, so I threw the cigarette bag that I had kept with me for decades to her for disposal."

"That day, I remember I clearly saw her taking the cigarette bag and throwing it into the urine bucket. Why, why did she appear on the table again tonight? What's going on?"

The answer is already coming!

That dry tobacco bag that Old Yangtou held in his hand, put under his nose, sniffed carefully, and slowly savored, and after being immersed in a urine bucket, it became a smelly dry tobacco bag.

"Sir, it's obvious that my grandma was so angry that she threw your cigarette bag into the urine bucket, but she regretted it later and quietly fished the cigarette bag out, cleaned it, and kept it there."

Yang Ruoqing pushed the wheelchair slowly and steadily towards the entrance of the village, while still analyzing with Old Yangtou the tortuous journey of the dry cigarette bag returning to the world.

"A few years ago, you and my grandma were incompatible, so she hid the dry cigarette bag tightly, deliberately not letting you know."

"And this time it's obvious that my grandma deliberately found the dry cigarette bag and placed it in a conspicuous place, just so that you can find it when you go to the east room, so,

My grandma has you in her heart, and that cigarette bag is what my grandma wants to express to you."

Under the pale moonlight, when Old Yangtou heard Yang Ruoqing's words, his face turned red obviously.

Sitting in the wheelchair, he twisted a little embarrassedly, coughed dryly, and said: "Qing'er, don't say that, your grandma has always been a bitch, and even the good words coming out of her mouth are hard to bear."

!That kind of thing to express one’s feelings? Haha, it’s so funny!”

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "Sir, it's precisely because my grandma has the kind of duplicitous character that she can't say many things."

"But she will use some small movements to secretly hint to you. It depends on whether you can understand it or not."

"Father, mother, fifth aunt, second sister-in-law, do you think what I said is correct?"

Yang Huazhong was the first to nod: "That's right. I think so too. Dad, I think Mom still has you in her heart. If you really move back to the east house, I don't think Mom will kick you out again."

Sun and Bao Suyun did not express their opinions on this, but the sisters-in-law secretly exchanged glances, and both of them saw surprise and embarrassment in the other's eyes.

The two elderly people have been separated for many years. I don't know how they would feel if they were allowed to sleep in the same room again. Anyway, if it were Sun or Bao Suyun, they would feel very nervous and embarrassed!

It turns out that Lao Yangtou was also a little embarrassed, so when Yang Huazhong raised this guess, he just waved his hand.

"I'm already a very old man. Don't say those embarrassing words. Besides, with my legs, I have to be serviced day and night. Living in the same house as your mother, wouldn't that be a drag on her?"

"Forget it, let's stop this topic here, as long as I understand her intentions, this trip tonight will not be in vain.

As for the rest, I don’t want to think about it anymore. I’m already at this age and my legs are still useless. If only my legs could... Hey, let’s not talk about it anymore. We’re at the door of the house. Let’s do whatever we need to do!”

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Chapter completed!