Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 7000 Wang Shuanzi Head Seven

After leaving her natal home and returning to her own home, Yang Ruoqing waited for a long time before Blacksmith Luo and the others came back.

Seeing Luo Baobao's high spirits, Yang Ruoqing was also very happy, her hair came back, this girl was happy.

"Hey, where's your father? Why didn't you come back with you?"

"Mother, my father asked me to tell you this. He will stay there and talk, and come back later."

"Oh, it's like this, okay, then you go say hello to your grandma, and go get ready to take a shower and go to bed!"

Yang Ruoqing took a shower, tidied up the house, and read the book again, but Luo Fengtang never came back.

She yawned several times, and couldn't help but put on her coat and was about to go outside to find him, but he came back.

"Why did it take you so long to come back? Is this a night talk with brother Zhou Sheng?" Yang Ruoqing joked with a smile.

Luo Fengtang also smiled, and reached out to hold her hand: "Go, go back to the house."

In the happy room, Yang Ruoqing made the bed next to him while he was washing his face, and by the way told about the first seven days of Wang Shuanzi tomorrow.

Luo Fengtang nodded, "Go to Old Wang's house for a reunion tomorrow morning, right?"

"Yes, the big guys will go up the mountain to burn incense together."

"Well, let's wash up and go to bed tonight, and go to bed early."

Old Wang's house.

Yang Huamei sat on the bed, wiping away the tears she had spent all night.

In Xiao Hei's room, Xiao Hei had long slept and snored loudly.

In Dabai's room, the light was still on, and the lowered voices of Dabai and Hongmei could be heard faintly.

As for the father-in-law, Wang Hongquan, although he didn't hear the snoring, his father-in-law's mood was quite stable when he was eating dinner earlier. Mei clamped a chicken leg to make up for the body.

"Hey, I'm probably the only one in this family who really misses Shuanzi! No, it should be in this world."

Yang Huamei thought lonely, just curled up in a corner of the bed, watching the moonlight enter the room, falling on the table, wardrobe, and in front of the bed, silently shedding tears until the middle of the night before falling asleep.

After breakfast, Yang Huazhong led the team, and each house of the old Yang family sent a representative, of course, all men.

After a while, Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing came over, except for their husband and wife, Chen Biao, Liu Xueyun, Xiang Shengnan and other nieces and sons-in-law were also there.

Wang Hongquan stood at the door of the main room leaning on crutches, seeing so many people coming to burn incense for Wang Shuanzi, the old man was so touched that he was about to cry.

Standing at the door, in his dying years, leaning on crutches, he wobbled and said words of gratitude to Yang Huazhong and the others.

Yang Huazhong patted Wang Hongquan on the shoulder to show his relief, but didn't say anything else.

After Wang Hongquan helped Dabai Hongmei to make a fuss in the mourning hall last time, Lao Yang's family now has almost zero favorability for Wang Hongquan.

But since the family's only son had just died, it was too tragic for a white-haired man to send a black-haired man, so even if the big guys didn't like Wang Hongquan, they wouldn't criticize him.

So after Yang Huazhong patted Wang Hongquan on the shoulder, he led people into the main room to look for Yang Huamei.

In the main room, Wang Hongtao and his son, as well as Wang Cuihua and Wang Chunhua, all came.

The men were arranging the incense sticks, while the women went into the west room to look for Yang Huamei. After Yang Ruoqing talked to Luo Fengtang, she also went to the west room to look for Yang Huamei.

In the west room, the wives of Wang Hongtao's family and the eldest sister Shuanzi were with Yang Huamei, but the second sister Shuanzi was not there.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing coming in, the women greeted her one after another.

Yang Ruoqing managed to cope with it a few times, and her eyes fell on Yang Huamei who was in the crowd.

If you didn't see Yang Huamei, then the appearance of Wang Hongquan, who was guarding the door of the main room before, really made people feel sympathetic.

But after seeing Yang Huamei, one would feel that Wang Hongquan was half real and half acting.

People who are really sad are like Yang Huamei, it's heart-wrenching to watch.

"Since Qing'er is here, let's go out first, let Qing'er talk with Meier, and let's go outside to see if we can help."

Several women greeted each other and left the Westinghouse, leaving Yang Ruoqing and Yang Huamei talking in the room.

In this room, to be honest, it wasn't because it was broad daylight, and then several of them came in together, otherwise one or two people would really dare not come in alone.

It feels cold and chilly everywhere, and the sun can't shine in. It's very dark, as if people are hiding behind those wardrobes, doors, and dark curtains.

After Yang Ruoqing came in, she actually felt the same way.

She just tightened the cloak around her body. Uncle Shuanzi died not long ago, and it was not in vain. It is not surprising that the aura in the room is a bit strange.

"Gun, you look very bad, didn't you sleep well last night?" Yang Ruoqing stood by the bed, looking at Yang Huamei's pale and haggard face, her eyes were bloodshot, and the bloodshot was entwined around her pupils like red spider webs.

"Gu, you can't come back to life after death, why do you do this?"

Yang Ruoqing sighed softly, "If my uncle sees you torture yourself like this in Tian Youling, he will definitely not feel well. You should take care of yourself, and we are all at ease. My grandma in Haiyu, she always remembers it." you."

Yang Huamei looked at Yang Ruoqing with tears in her eyes, choked up and said, "I can't help it, I can't control myself, I can always think of your uncle when I open or close my eyes, especially since this is the first seven, I feel even more uncomfortable... ..."

As he spoke, tears rolled down his face.

Yang Ruoqing picked up a piece of handkerchief beside her and handed it to her to wipe away her tears.

"Auntie, you still have Dabai and Xiaohei, as well as our natal relatives. We are all by your side. We will help you if you have any difficulties. You have to be kind to yourself."

Yang Huamei covered her face with a handkerchief and nodded slowly.

"Qing'er, your grandma... is she still annoying me?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled dryly, "My grandma is not mad at you, Auntie, but loves you, Auntie."

Yang Huamei nodded again, "She loves me, but I didn't live up to it. In the end, my heart was soft and Hongmei let me in."

"Well, every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, my grandma will understand, don't think too much about it."

The aunt and nephew sat in silence for a while, listening to the commotion outside, and the sound of them walking and running around, all these seemed like a lifetime away from the quiet and deserted room.

The west room door was suddenly pushed open gently, and Dabai poked his head in.

As a dutiful son, he went to the mountain to do the first seven for his father and father today, so he naturally had to wear the white coarse linen filial piety clothes, with a circle of straw tied around his waist and a bundle of straw under his armpit.

These straws will be taken to the mountains to kneel down and kowtow.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing in the West Room, Dabai first nodded to her as a greeting, and then cautiously asked Yang Huamei: "Mother, we are all ready, Lord asked me to ask you, do you want to come with us?" go?"

(End of this chapter)