Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Compensate my son
A mourning hall was set up in the shop of He's house, and Mother He was supported by two women, one on the left and one on the right, and passed out several times from crying.

Father He was also in tears, unable to stand at all, sitting on the stool as if he had lost his soul.

Relatives and friends of the He family helped with the funeral arrangements.

Xiao An, dressed in white, knelt in front of He's father, holding the blood-stained oil tea cake above his head with both hands.

"Uncle He, this is the camellia that Qingsong bought for you..."

His voice was choked and his hands were shaking.

Father He's eyes slowly fell on the camellia cake that his son bought with his life, the corners of his lips trembled, and old tears welled up again.

The younger sister of the He family stood aside, covering her mouth with her hand, calling her brother's name in her heart, tears were already streaming down her pale face.

Mother He suddenly broke away from the support of the people around her, rushed to Xiao An like crazy, knocked the oil tea cake to the ground, grabbed Xiao An's clothes with both hands and roared like a mother animal who had just lost her cub: "I don't want Camellia cake, I want my son, you give me back my green pine!"

Xiao An was pulled and swayed from side to side. In the confusion, his face was scratched by He Mu's nails, and blood flowed.

Mother He didn't let go, she pulled and stomped her feet like crazy, and shouted incoherently: "... Pay my son!"

The big guys pulled her away in a hurry, and Father He stood up with force, "You guys take her to the backyard."

In the chaos, the oil tea cake fell to the ground and fell at the feet of everyone.

He Xiaomei quickly bowed to pick up the oil tea cake in the crowd, stepped back, carefully patted off the dust on it, and hugged her tightly in her arms.

Mother He was taken to the backyard, and the crying and cursing gradually faded away.

In the mourning hall, Father He helped Xiao An up, looking at the wound on his face, Father He felt sad and guilty.

"Don't worry about your aunt's words, Qingsong is her life and heart, she can't bear this blow for a while..."

Xiao An nodded silently, choked up and said, "Don't blame Auntie, I am responsible!"

Father He just shook his head, patted Xiao An's shoulder feebly, turned around and sat back dejectedly, staring at He Qingsong's ashes urn on the table with a gloomy expression.

From day to night, Xiao An stayed in the mourning hall of the He family and didn't go anywhere.

Diagonally across from He's shop, on the second floor of a tea house by the window, a pair of eyes are always watching the movement on the opposite side.

The tea in the teapot on the table in front of him had already cooled several times, and when it was cold, it was removed and replaced with freshly brewed hot tea.

The waiter came over again with freshly brewed hot tea and some delicate snacks.

Glancing at the table, the previous snacks and tea are still untouched.

Then the female guest is so rich, she doesn't touch anything, and she ordered tea and snacks here for a whole day, how much does it cost!

The shop clerk slandered in his heart, but still put on the hot tea and snacks respectfully on his face: "Guest officer, take it easy."

The female guest didn't respond to his words at all, she still looked sideways at the street downstairs thoughtfully.

The man standing behind her like a bodyguard waved his hand, and the shop clerk quickly looked back, bowed and stepped back.

"Sister, it's getting dark soon, what's our next plan?" Liu Xueyun asked in a deep voice.

Yang Ruoqing finally had a reaction, she turned her eyes back, picked up the tea bowl in front of her, and slowly turned it in her hand.

"Xiao An probably won't come out tonight, let's go back to Tianxiang Tower first, and come back tomorrow."

In front of Xiaoan, she will not force herself to come.

But not long after Xiao An left, she rushed after her.

If she doesn't watch from the side, she won't worry, and neither will her parents.

Tianxiang Building.

Dinner was with Yang Huazhou and Yang Yongqing.

They also heard about Xiao An and He Qingsong, and there was a sigh at the dinner table.

Yang Yongqing said: "Why don't you call Xiao An out? It would be good if you and your family don't eat him alive. Can you stay there and take care of dinner and accommodation?"

Yang Huazhou glared at Yang Yongqing, "What time is it, do you think Xiao An still cares about how he treats you?"

Yang Ruoqing also said: "The He family's white-haired man sent the black-haired man, it's time to overcome difficulties. Xiao An stays there, but also wants to make a new experience. I can't bring him out, and he won't come out with me. "

Yang Yongqing shook his head, "It's so miserable, He Qingsong is really a man, but our Xiaoan is not bad, we have been fighting with a group of wolves for several days, just to prevent the wolves from eating He Qingsong's body. !"

Yang Huazhou smiled wryly: "What do you say about this matter, our Xiaoan almost put his life in it, but we can't say more about this matter, after all, He Qingsong is dead, and our Xiaoan is alive, now, I just hope While the He family is mourning and changing, don't make things too difficult for Xiao An."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "I think so too. Xiao An has been burdened a lot these days. She used to like to talk and laugh so much, but now she doesn't talk much."

"Holding He Qingsong's ashes urn every day without saying a word, sleeping on the bed, my parents also suffered."

Yang Yongqing gave himself a bowl and took a chicken leg, curled his lips and said: "After all, we, Xiaoan, value love and righteousness. When it comes to power, don't say that He Qingsong died voluntarily for Xiaoan. Even if we were stabbed by Xiaoan, who would dare to make things difficult for Qinger and Tangyazi with your power? There are too many rich and powerful people who do evil in this world!"

Yang Ruoqing gave Yang Yongqing a dissatisfied look: "You can't say that, you have to be reasonable."

Yang Huazhou patted the chopsticks directly, "Eating chicken drumsticks can't stop your mouth, the He family is the last one, why are you talking about that?"

Yang Yongqing smiled mischievously, picked up the chicken leg and took a big bite: "Okay, okay, I won't say anything if I don't."

Yang Ruoqing didn't want to eat, so she discussed with Yang Huazhou again, and wanted to burn incense sticks in the name of Tianxianglou.

"Originally, my father wanted to come here with Xiao An, but Xiao An refused."

"At that time, I will come out to burn incense. I am Xiaoan's fifth uncle, and I can also represent the parents." Yang Huazhou said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "I'll go too when the time comes, and I'll ask Xiaoyu to go with me."

Ning Su is He Qingsong's upper peak, Yang Ruoqing felt it was appropriate to go to He's house with Xiao Yu for both public and private purposes.

And because Xiaoyu is the wife of He Qingsong Shangfeng, for Xiaoyu's face, even if someone in the He family is dissatisfied, it is not easy to drive her out.

That's it for now.

The next day, before Yang Ruoqing had time to go to Ning's house to look for Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu took the initiative to come to Tianxianglou to look for Yang Huazhou.

Surprised to see that Yang Ruoqing was there, Xiao Yu was excited.

"Last night, I heard Ning Su come back and talk about He Qingsong and Xiao An, and I couldn't sit still right now, so I wanted to hurry up and meet Uncle Wu, and discuss how you guys arranged the funeral."

Yang Ruoqing looked at Xiao Yu's swollen belly, and smiled gratefully at Xiao Yu: "It's hard for you, you have to worry about our family's affairs even if your body is troubled."

Xiao Yu waved his hand, "What kind of friendship do we have, don't say that kind of foreign talk. Qing'er, what are you going to do next? I will cooperate with you all the way!"

(End of this chapter)