Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Quit smoking
Looking around, she took the initiative to ask him: "It's windy here, so don't stay here any longer, I'll take you back to the house!"

Lao Yang raised his head and looked at the sun above his head, "It's good to bask in the sun, we can chat..."

"Talking about your dead head, I don't have the time to talk nonsense with you!" Mrs. Tan couldn't wait to drink up Old Yang's head again.

Old Yang froze for a moment, thinking to himself, why is this old lady getting more and more irritable?
Immediately he noticed the redness behind Tan's Baijing's ears, and Lao Yang's head instantly understood.

Haha, this old woman is actually shy!
An old man, how can he still be shy?

"Okay, then please push me back to the room, I just went back to the room to smoke a cigarette." Old Yang said.

Mrs. Tan quickly went around behind Lao Yang's head, supported the armrest of his wheelchair and pushed it forward.

Not to mention, since the old man became paralyzed, she has never helped him push the wheelchair.

Oh, I remember, she seemed to push it once.

It should have been a few years ago, when the two had a quarrel in the front room, she got angry, pushed him to the ground with the wheelchair, and then ran away by herself...

Look at the old man in the wheelchair with a blanket over his lap.

In Tan's mind, she thought back to the man who supported the whole family back then, so tall, burly, with a hearty laugh, no matter where he went, it was like a gust of wind, rushing around...

But now, he is trapped on this ghostly stool like a useless person, a man who was so strong... Tan lowered his eyes, feeling very uncomfortable.

Send old Yangtou back to his resting room.

Old Yang picked up the tobacco stick on the table, bit it into his mouth, and smoked happily.

Tan didn't leave immediately, but looked around, looking at the room.

There was a big bed, and a simple shop was built upright beside the big bed. A toilet and a chamber pot were stuffed under the shop.

There are teapots and tea bowls randomly placed on the table, next to the wall is a wardrobe with double doors that is taller than a person, and there is a wash stand in the corner, on which there are several basins and barrels of different sizes, probably for washing your face, your buttocks and your feet. complete set.

Above the ears of the washing stand, a rope is pulled, and several handkerchiefs are hung on the rope.

Tan looked around and nodded secretly.

The environment in this room is not bad, everything is in its proper place, and it is fairly neat.

It can be seen that the young couple really put their heart into taking care of the old man, and Yu Xingkui is not bad.

Old Yang was smoking a dry cigarette, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Mrs. Tan with her hands behind her back, looking around the room like an inspector, and nodded secretly.

There was a smile in Old Yang's eyes, and he was so happy that he took a big puff of smoke into his lungs, which made him cough violently.

A bowl of tea was delivered to him, and following the hand holding the tea bowl, Old Yang saw Tan staring at him with a sullen face.

"I know how to smoke every day, and sooner or later you will die from coughing!" Tan said angrily, "Come on, drink this tea and squeeze it!"

Tan directly stuffed the tea bowl into Lao Yang's hand, and at the same time tore off the pipe from his hand and put it on the table.

"I heard people say that if you smoke too much dry tobacco, your life will be short. If you don't want to die so quickly, smoke less!" Tan said roughly again, her words were not good, and her tone was not good.

However, Lao Yang was very useful, and his heart was very warm.

Because the feeling of the familiar couple from decades ago came out again...

This kind of feeling is what the old Jiangtou is most envious of today, and I have it myself, so I really have to cherish happiness!
"Just a word, let me stop smoking, don't say less!" Old Yang looked at Tan Shi, and said.

Turning her head to look at him, Tan found that his eyes were firm and burning.

Tan was stunned.

When she realized it, her face was completely red. In order to hide her embarrassment, she took a few steps back and spat hard on the ground beside Lao Yang's wheelchair.

"You old bastard, what are you talking about? What's the matter whether you smoke or not? Shut up!"

Tan cursed a few words, shook her head and ran out of the room.

Old Yang pushed the wheelchair around and called her behind her.

As a result, after shouting twice, Mrs. Tan ran even faster.

And Yu Xingkui just came back from Lao Jiang's house at this time.

When meeting Tan at the door, Yu Xingkui greeted Tan, but Tan didn't stop at all, as if there was a ghost chasing after him.

Yu Xingkui was puzzled, and when he turned around, he saw that Lao Yang had chased him to the door of the house pushing his wheelchair.

Yu Xingkui instantly understood.

He thought, is it not time for him to come back?
"Old Uncle Yang, do you want me to help you find your aunt?" Yu Xingkui came forward to support Old Yang and the wheelchair with bumpy ears under him, and asked enthusiastically.

However, Old Yang glared at him, "Forget it!"

Old Yang didn't chase after Tan Shi anymore, but turned around and went back to the table.

Yu Xingkui scratched his head, it's over, it seems that it's really not the right time for him to come back?

"Did you send the tobacco leaves to your uncle Jiang?" Old Yang turned his head and asked Yu Xingkui.

Yu Xingkui nodded: "I handed it to Uncle Jiang..."

Yu Xingkui then told Lao Yang the scene at that time in detail, as well as Lao Jiang's joy and what he asked him to pass on to Lao Yang.

Knowing that the old man received the tobacco leaves, he was very happy, and Lao Yang was also very happy, with a smile on his face.

Yu Xingkui, taking advantage of Lao Yang's joy, quickly picked up the dry tobacco pole on the table, held it in front of Lao Yang's head with both hands.

"Old Uncle Yang, come, take a sip of dry tobacco."

Yu Xingkui has been serving Old Yang personally for several years, and he knows exactly what he likes.

The old man, like other old men in the village, has nothing else to do but like smoking and drinking.

Just say smoking, you have to take a few sips when you are in a happy mood.

When you are unhappy, you have to slap a few mouthfuls.

Sure enough, when the pipe of dry tobacco was delivered to Old Yang, Old Yang was subconsciously and habitually ready to reach out to pick it up.

Just as his fingers touched the pipe, he frowned when he suddenly thought of something, and put the pipe back on the table.

"Xingkui, help me put away this dry tobacco stick, it's best to hide it in a place where I can't find it!" Old Yang ordered.

Yu Xingkui's jaw almost fell to the ground in shock, he pricked up his ears, thinking he had heard wrong!

"Old Uncle Yang, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" He asked in a daze.

Old Yang lowered his face, and tapped his fingers on the table impatiently: "Isn't what I said human? Why can't I understand? I asked you to put away the pipe. From now on, I plan to quit smoking." Already!"

"Huh? Quit smoking?" This time, Yu Xingkui was surprised not only to drop his chin, but also his eyes.

"Old Uncle Yang, that's fine, why do you want to quit smoking?" Yu Xingkui couldn't help but sound.

Old Yang rolled his eyes at him, "Smoke is not good, I want to live a few more years, can't I?"

Yu Xingkui's eyes were still as big as copper bells, and he really couldn't turn the corner in his head.

Suddenly, a thought popped into my mind, could it have something to do with Aunt Tan who ran away earlier?

(End of this chapter)