Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 7281 Little Surprise

But in the eyes of Yang Huamei who fell behind, this is undoubtedly the scene of a large-scale show of affection and love.

Especially since she is still a new widow, Wang Shuanzi passed away less than half a year ago, she is still so young, less than 35...

Yang Huamei's eyes hurt from being stabbed, and her heart was even more sour.

She remembered that when Wang Shuanzi was alive, he would occasionally bring her some wild fruits picked by the roadside on the way to and from the village and school.

Sometimes it's a handful of prickly pears, sometimes it's three or two chestnuts, and sometimes it's four or five wrinkled wild mountain mushrooms.

Another time it was her birthday, he even secretly picked a handful of wild flowers and hid them in his clothes to take them home.

At that time, when he did those things, he should be like Tang Yazi, wanting to give his wife a little surprise in this ordinary life, right?
But how did she respond to him?
Qing'er leaned on Tang Yazi's shoulder and praised, praising, praising and acting coquettishly, one ate with relish, and the other picked it willingly.

But what do you do when you get here?

Not only is there no compliments and smiles, but I even get annoyed when I see those inconspicuous and worthless things.

He even scolded Wang Shuanzi for his incompetence, he was just a little clever, and he couldn't carry it like other men to earn a lot of money and give his wife and children glory and dignity.

But even so, Shuanzi never complained to her, even when the accident happened, she ran back to her mother's house because of the conflict, threatening to divorce.

In order to coax her, he ran into the mountains to find her Dongzao to please her, and then met Hua Bao.

While collecting his body and changing his clothes, she found two winter jujubes soaked in blood in his pocket...

At that time, she wished she could have bumped her head to the ground and followed him.

But for the sake of her two sons, she gritted her teeth and held back, but she still couldn't help stealing a rib from him and hid it by her side as a thought...

When approaching the teahouse, Yang Ruoqing suddenly stopped and turned to look behind.

But found that Yang Huamei had fallen a long way.

"Auntie, what are you doing? Come on!"

Yang Ruoqing waved and shouted at Yang Huamei.

Luo Fengtang also glanced behind him, frowning slightly: "There is something wrong with your aunt."

"what?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, what is wrong?

She looked over again and saw Yang Huamei with her head down, holding the prickly kerchief with both hands.

His legs walked very slowly, and he didn't know how to avoid the potholes. He stumbled, as if he was hit by a wall in broad daylight, and he was still turning around in circles several times.

"It's really not right, I'll take a look."

Yang Ruoqing had no choice but to go back to pick up Yang Huamei, Luo Fengtang naturally wanted to accompany Yang Ruoqing, so the two walked back together.

When she was about to walk in front of Yang Huamei, Yang Huamei seemed to suddenly come back to her senses. She suddenly raised her head, her face was covered with tears, and the snot was hanging on her chin, but she was still sucking hard.

"Oh my god, what's the matter with you?"

Turning your back and crying like a child, who bullied you?

Yang Ruoqing hurried over to support Yang Huamei, but Yang Huamei took two steps back, glanced at Luo Fengtang hastily, and turned away embarrassedly.

"Qing'er, I'm fine, you guys, go back first, I'll come right after I wash my face."

"Auntie, what's the matter with you?"

"I'm fine, I just thought of your uncle when I came to the mountains."

"what?"

Yang Ruoqing immediately didn't know what to comfort her.

Some people and things don't feel good when you have them, but when you lose them, you can always find something different about that person every time you recall them.

So in the memory, I was moved, annoyed, missed and cried over and over again.

The aunt at this moment, maybe because of the mountain, or maybe because of the prickly bubble, in short, the string was touched again, but there is no one around who is willing to listen to your string, so she is like a child Crying like a splinter, and breaking into an army.

"Tang Yazi, you go back first, I will accompany my aunt to the stream to wash her face and come."

Yang Ruoqing winked at Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang was still worried about leaving Yang Ruoqing alone, but he also knew that if he stayed here, Yang Huamei would become more reserved and flustered, so he said, "I'll wait for you at the front."

Yang Ruoqing knew his intentions, so they each took a step back, "Okay."

She helped Yang Huamei turn around and went back to the stream, wetted a handkerchief, twisted it and handed it to Yang Huamei.

Originally, Yang Huamei's own handkerchief should be used to wash her face, but no, her own handkerchief was filled with prickly foam, so Yang Ruoqing could only contribute her own handkerchief.

Yang Huamei was a little embarrassed, her handkerchiefs were random pieces of coarse cloth, but Yang Ruoqing's handkerchiefs were made of white cotton silk, or loop gauze with gardenia flowers embroidered on them, and when shaken off, they were white and flawless , basically no flaws, and even a faint fragrance.

"Qing'er, I just wipe it with my hands a few times, no need for a handkerchief."

"Gu, I brought quite a few, and this one is for you."

"What? For me?"

"Well, I have prepared for the fourth aunt, fifth aunt and several sister-in-laws, one for each person."

That being the case, Yang Huamei said a few polite words and took over.

"This veil is so pretty, I don't even want to use it," she said.

Yang Ruoqing bent her lips, "The handkerchief is just for use, there's nothing to be reluctant about."

Yang Huamei lowered her eyes and whispered, "Before, I made you and Tang Yazi laugh."

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "Why? Auntie, you are overthinking."

"Tang Yazi is so kind to you. Among the men I've met, he loves his wife the most." Yang Huamei said again suddenly.

Yang Ruoqing smiled. There is no need to be modest about this question. If Da Qi wants to present a 'good husband' award to men, Luo Fengtang deserves to be the champion.

If it was the past, Yang Ruoqing would definitely say: "Uncle treats aunt well."

But for a while, she couldn't talk about it.

Because my uncle has passed away.

"I cried before because I thought of your uncle when I saw you and Tang Yazi being so sweet."

"When he was alive, he often picked these little things for me,"

"But I didn't hesitate at that time, he gave me these, and didn't even get a good face..."

"Auntie, don't be sad. Uncle is open-minded, so he definitely didn't care about you."

Yang Huamei sighed softly, "Just because he doesn't care about it makes me feel even more sad."

If he was still around, she could at least say a few soft words to him when she regretted it, to warm his heart.

Just because he was gone, there was nothing to say about her annoyance and remorse.

"Auntie, if you miss Uncle, you can go to Uncle's grave and talk to him when the new house is built."

Not only can you announce the good news and talk about family affairs, but you can also talk about those confessions in your heart.

(End of this chapter)