Mrs. Sun got up and packed breakfast for Old Yang, and the family gathered around the table to eat.

"Dad, I'm going to the ancestral hall to meet with some village elders in the morning to discuss the opening of the mountain in a few days."

At the dinner table, the atmosphere was a little dull, and Yang Huazhong took the initiative to find a topic with Lao Yangtou.

"Well, okay, it's good to open the mountain!" Old Yangtou replied concisely and to the point.

Yang Huazhong thought for a while, and then extended an invitation to Lao Yang: "Dad, do you want to go over together and listen?"

Based on Yang Huazhong's understanding of the old man in his family, the old man likes to participate in such memories and occasions. Moreover, the old man is also very enthusiastic and likes to use his decades of experience to advise others to avoid others stepping on the wrong foot.

In the past, almost everyone was invited to this occasion, but this time, Old Yangtou shook his head and refused.

"I'm not going. You go and discuss it. I didn't get much sleep last night and I want to go back and catch up on my sleep."

Yang Huazhong was surprised, but he didn't force it.

"Okay, then let's take a nap."

Everyone then eats.

Mrs. Sun brought a boiled egg to Lao Yangtou: "Dad, eat an egg to replenish your vitality."

Old Yang nodded and continued to eat breakfast in silence.

The atmosphere at the dinner table became dull and depressing.

Yang Ruoqing and Sun secretly exchanged glances. In fact, both mother and daughter knew the reason for this dullness and depression.

To put it bluntly, the old man tried not to mention anything about Lao Wang's family or Yang Huamei's leg disease.

That's because the old man knew that all the houses in the old Yang family had had enough and had heard enough about the affairs of the old Wang family. The old man was smart, so he didn't mention it because he didn't want to cause trouble to his children and grandchildren.

However, blood is thicker than water, and the father's love and concern for his daughter are genetically determined.

Genes will make you want to miss her uncontrollably. Even if you try to suppress it, it won't work. It will be revealed in your words, deeds, and emotional expressions.

This is like a parent tutoring a child to do homework, but obviously making a fuss and even beating the child to tears.

But when it is late at night and the child falls asleep, you can't help but feel guilty for your previous irritable behavior. Especially at this time, if you watch those so-called parenting teachers or education experts' earnest advice videos on a certain channel, you will not only feel guilty

If it expands ten thousand times, you will want to kill yourself to apologize, and you will fall into deep panic and worry.

I'm worried that such an innocent, lively and sunny child will become depressed, tired of studying, and lose confidence in learning and life just because of your violent emotional output.

Just because I didn't calm down tonight, I ruined a child's life.

So you will toss and turn all night, and even suffer from insomnia. Several times you can't help but secretly go to the child's room to see him or her. The child in his sleep is so cute. It reminds you of the child's little tail like yours when he was a child.

You did whatever you asked, and you were so good that you couldn't help but lean down and want to kiss the child's face, but you were afraid of waking the child up. After all, he had to get up early for school tomorrow.

So you stand next to your child's bed, unwilling to leave for a long time. You have mixed feelings, and your heart is cut into pieces and is suffering, until your husband wakes up from peeing after a nap and goes to the bathroom in confusion. When you come back, you find that

My wife disappeared, and I searched all over the house, and then I saw you in the children’s room, clumping in front of the bed like a pile of mud...

You were dragged back into the house by your husband and forced to sleep.

You tell your husband how you feel, you shed tears, and you want someone to explain it to you.

As a result, he said: You are bored, why do you want to do so much? Go to sleep!

When you spoke again, he turned over and purred you.

You become more and more sad and turn your back. The air conditioner lamp hanging on the wall in the dark bedroom is the only light source.

You stare at the green light, shed tears, and continue to think wildly.

Then, I fell asleep unconsciously.

When the alarm clock rings the next day, you rush into the kitchen, bathroom, and balcony with disheveled hair, take off the clothes you washed last night, and knock on the child's door again. A new day starts over again, and the sadness of last night is forgotten in the rush of this morning.

It dissipates invisibly.

Life is like this, day after day, year after year, finally the children grow up and you get old.

Many things have changed.

But the only thing that remains unchanged is your concern for your children.

Even if your child has already started a family and started a career, you are still worried about whether your child will be hungry, sleepy, or sleeping cold, or put on some clothes...

You can't control your heart.

Because this is controlled by genes.

This is set in your genes, that is, you must be tied to your children for the rest of your life.

Snap...

Kuaizi suddenly fell to the ground.

"I, I wasn't sure for a moment..."

Old Yang bent down and stretched out his arms to reach the two tachyons scattered on the ground.

His voice made the other three people at the table notice an obvious abnormality.

"My father cried."

Yang Ruoqing exchanged words with Yang Huazhong and Sun Shina, then stood up and rushed to Lao Yangtou's side, "Master, let me help you pick up the fast ones."

Two tachyons were scattered on the ground, and the old man sat in a wheelchair to pick them up, which was very laborious.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't see it and helped him pick it up, but did not continue to use it for him.

"I'll go to the kitchen to get you another pair of clean ones." After saying that, she quickly ran out of the dining hall with the dirty ones and went to the kitchen next door.

And when she came back with the kuaizi, she heard Yang Huazhong saying to Lao Yang Touna:

"Dad, I understand your thoughts. If you have some worries, please don't worry about them. You are not a doctor, and none of us are doctors."

"Just leave it to the doctor to treat Mei'er's leg."

Lao Yang nodded while raising his sleeves to wipe the tears from his cloudy eyes.

"Dad knows that he can't worry about it, but when he thinks about it, he feels uneasy and can't control it."

"It's okay, don't worry, I'll be fine in a moment..."

"Sir, how can my father and mother be relieved when you look like this?"

Yang Ruoqing placed Kuaizi in front of Lao Yangtou and sighed softly.

"Sir, I didn't want to tell you originally, but looking at you like this, if I didn't tell you, I'm afraid you would have a big problem."

Old Yang raised his head and looked at Yang Ruoqing blankly, with a hint of expectation in his cloudy eyes.

Yang Huazhong and Sun also caught something from Yang Ruoqing's words, and they both looked at Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Actually, last night I sent people to the medical clinics in the town and county overnight to say hello to the medical clinics in advance."

"Especially the medical clinic in the county town. I specifically asked them to assign the doctor who treated your leg last time to my aunt, but I also asked them not to reveal anything to my aunt!"

"What? Qing'er, you, you, you really..."
Chapter completed!