The atmosphere in the east room is particularly good. The mother is kind and the daughter is filial. Zhuangzhuang is sitting on a small stool, concentrating on eating the lard cake in his hand.

Yang Huamei looked around and asked Tan, "Mom, when will my father's legs be completely healed?"

Mr. Tan said: "Who knows? I don't care if he does it or not!"

Yang Huamei saw that Tan's words were insincere, so she smiled and said, "Mom, when my father's legs and feet are fully healed, you can let him move back to the east house!"

When Mrs. Tan heard this, she almost jumped up from her stool like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Meier, what are you talking about? I live well alone in the east room, why do you want him to come back and cause trouble!"

"Mom, you are husband and wife," Yang Huamei knew Tan's character well, and said patiently, holding back her smile, "We are husband and wife when we are young, and we are partners when we are old."

"Mom, I didn't advise you to live in the same room with my father before. It was because his legs and feet were inconvenient and you were old and unable to take care of him."

"It's not appropriate to live with Yu Xingkui."

"When his legs and feet recover, Yu Xingkui will also go back to Yujiacun. Then you two should live together and take care of each other."

If her father and mother were incompatible before, Yang Huamei would never have said this.

But now, the relationship between father and mother is getting warmer day by day, and they care about each other. Everyone can see it and enjoy it in their hearts.

That's why Yang Huamei had this advice.

"Oh, Meier, don't worry about that. Just take care of yourself!"

Tan's fair skin turned red, as if she was drunk.

He moved his hands several times, wanting to cover Yang Huamei's mouth.

But Yang Huamei smiled and held Tan's hand: "Mom, what's there to be embarrassed about? You two are an old couple, and you should have lived together."

Tan still blushed and said, "What are you doing living together as an old couple? Let people laugh at you!"

Yang Huamei shook her head: "Mom, why do you have such strange thoughts? An old couple living together can take care of each other. This also saves our children worry and trouble."

"Mom, it's settled. I'll see my dad when I get back. I'll tell him about this so that he can be mentally prepared."

Mrs. Tan couldn't help but stand on the ground and stamped her feet.

"Meier, the more you talk, the more outrageous you are. I'm too lazy to tell you!"

Mrs. Tan stood up, rewrapped the remaining lard cake on the table, and stuffed it into Yang Huamei's hand.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to take a rest. I won't leave your grandparents alone, so go home quickly!"

Yang Huamei giggled, hugged Zhuang Zhuang, and left with the lard cake.

Before leaving, she did not forget to tell Mrs. Tan: "Mom, I will live in the village forever. You can come and hang out whenever you have time."

Of course Mrs. Tan was happy to hang out at her daughter's house, so she nodded cheerfully: "As long as you don't find it annoying, I'd love to go there every day and just talk to you!"

Yang Huamei nodded happily, and before leaving with Zhuangzhuang in her arms, she didn't forget to go to the backyard to take a look at Mr. Mo.

Tan said, "I'll go with you."

Yang Huamei saw Mrs. Tan coming out of the east room in a carefree manner, with the door simply ajar.

Yang Huamei was surprised: "Mom, don't you even lock the door?"

Mrs. Tan was stunned for a moment, then smiled nonchalantly: "Hey, there's no need. It's clear and sunny in my backyard, who dares to steal things from my house?"

Yang Huamei suddenly felt a huge amount of envy and yearning in her heart.

My mother can be so confident in her own backyard, but what about me?

Xiao Hei accidentally broke the door lock, causing her to have trouble sleeping. She even dreamed last night that Xiao Hei got married, and the first thing she did was to kick her mother out of the house...

When she woke up in the morning, Yang Huamei found that her pillow was completely wet. She sat on the bed and couldn't regain consciousness for a long time.

I raised my head and looked at this familiar house that I had lived in for decades, and suddenly I felt particularly desolate and sad.

She spent a small part of her life fighting for her sons, but in the end, each of them only cared about their own little life and small family, and no one cared about her, a widowed mother, in her later years.

Whether it's desolate or noisy, it's not as comfortable as having a wife by your side.

Thinking of this, Yang Huamei couldn't help turning her head and said to Mrs. Tan: "Mom, listen to my advice, daughter, while my father is still alive, you can spend more time together."

"Look at me like this. Xiao Hei is disobedient and I don't even have an intimate person to talk to. If Shuanzi were alive, I wouldn't be like this!"

If Shuan Zi were still alive, Yang Huamei would dare to vouch for it, but Xiao Hei would never dare to do that!

Moreover, even if he really moved out and gave up the old house to Xiao Hei to get married, there was absolutely no way that he and Shuanzi would make do in the low thatched house between the new house and the old house!

It was simply a pigsty, not for people to live in.

Mrs. Tan was originally very happy and planned to accompany Yang Huamei to the backyard to visit Mr. Mo.

As a result, Yang Huamei's abrupt advice made Tan feel the loneliness and desolation of being a widower from her eyes.

Tan suddenly stopped laughing, feeling distressed and sad in her heart.

But she didn't try to persuade her. Instead, she gave Yang Huamei a smile and said, "Okay, Mom, I'll listen to you. I'll go find your father later and invite him to move back here, okay?"

Yang Huamei finally smiled with relief and nodded lightly.

"Dad and mother live together. When I went back to my parents' house, I saw you two living together in the east room. I felt that it was no different from before."

"You are still you, and I am still me. We are a family. I have parents, and I have my natal family, my real natal family!"

When Yang Huamei's words touched her, tears fell down her cheeks.

Mrs. Tan's eyes were also red, and she stepped forward and stood on tiptoe to caress Yang Huamei's face, "Good girl, don't cry, your father and mother are both here. Even if the bolt is gone, your mother's family is still there, and your mother's family is your home!"

"I dare not say where your brothers and sisters-in-law are, but in the East Room, it will always be your home!"

"Whenever do you want to come back to live? Come back if you have a hurry. Mom will always keep the room next door for you!"

Yang Huamei choked and nodded repeatedly.

To be honest, my parents no longer live together due to conflicts over the years.

Every time she goes back to her parents' home, she basically stays with her brothers and sisters-in-law.

Except for the fourth bedroom, the third brother and the fifth brother are all very good.

However, that feeling was still lacking something after all.

Only by returning to the east room of the old house, where she grew up, can that familiar and satisfying feeling come back.

The mother and daughter almost hugged each other and cried, because of this feeling of seeing each other again after a long separation.

At the critical moment, Mrs. Tan patted Yang Huamei on the back and said, "Okay, don't cry anymore. It's hot and you'll get flustered if you cry too much."

"Let's go, I'll take you to see Mo's family, and then you can go home and rest. Don't run around anymore. The child will get too hot easily."

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