Splendid peasant girl busy farming

9532 - Didn't force

Mrs. Sun got up and went to pack breakfast for Lao Yang, and the family gathered around the table to eat.

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

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

"Well, good, it's good to open the mountain!" Old Yang replied concisely.

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

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

In the past, Bailing was almost invited to this kind of occasion, but this time, Lao Yangtou shook his head and refused.

"I'm not going, you guys go discuss it, I didn't sleep much last night, I want to go back and catch up on sleep."

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

"Okay, then go back to sleep."

Everyone went on to eat.

Mrs. Sun brought a boiled egg to Old Yang: "Father, eat an egg to replenish your vitality."

Old Yang nodded and continued to eat breakfast in silence.

The atmosphere at the dinner table continued to be dull and oppressive.

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

To put it bluntly, although the old man refrained from mentioning the matter of the old Wang's family and Yang Huamei's leg disease.

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

However, blood is thicker than water, this father's love and care for his young daughter is determined by genes.

Genes will make you want to miss her uncontrollably, even if you forcibly bear the control, it will not work, it will be revealed in your words, deeds and emotional expressions.

This is like a parent helping a child to do homework, obviously making a fuss and even beating the child to cry.

But when the child falls asleep in the dead of night, I can't help but feel guilty for the previous violent behavior, especially at this time, if you watch those so-called parenting teachers or educational experts' hard-working persuasion videos on a certain sound, you will not only feel guilty Expand ten thousand times, wishing you could kill yourself as an apology, and you will still fall into deep panic and worry.

I am worried that such an innocent, lively and sunny child will become depressed, tired of studying, and have no confidence in learning or life because of your irritable emotional output.

Just because I didn't hold my breath 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 (her). The child in your dream is so cute. It reminds you of your child’s little tail, like yours. You can do whatever you are asked to do, so good, you can't help but lean down and want to kiss the child's face, but you are afraid of waking the child up, after all, you have to get up for school tomorrow.

So you stand by the child's bed, unwilling to leave for a long time, you have mixed feelings, your heart is sliced ​​into pieces and you are tormenting, until you fall asleep and your husband, who is awakened by urination, stares at the bathroom, and when you come back, you find My wife disappeared, I searched all over the house, and then in the children's room, I saw you standing in front of the bed like a clay sculpture...

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

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

In the end, he threw a sentence: Everything is boring, you, what do you want to do so much, go to sleep now!

When you said it again, he turned over and gave you a series of grunts.

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

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

Then, without realizing it, I fell asleep.

When the alarm clock rang the next day, you rushed into the kitchen and bathroom with disheveled hair, went to the balcony to take off the clothes you washed last night and knocked on the child’s door again. The new day started again and again, and the sentimentality of last night was in this morning’s hasty atmosphere. It just disappeared invisible.

That's how life is, day after day, year after year, and finally the kids grow up and you get old.

Many things have changed.

But the only constant is your concern for your child.

Even if the child has already married and established a business, you still worry that the child will not know how to add clothes if the child is hungry or sleepy...

You can't control your heart.

Because, it's genetically controlled.

This is set in the gene, that is, you must be bound by your children in this life.

pat...

The chopsticks suddenly fell to the ground.

"I, I didn't hold it steady for a while..."

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

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

"My grandfather is crying."

Yang Ruoqing whispered something to Yang Huazhong and Sun Shina, then got up and rushed to Lao Yangtou's side, "Master, let me pick up the chopsticks for you."

Two chopsticks were scattered on the ground, and it was very laborious for the old man to pick them up in a wheelchair.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't see it, so she picked it up for him, but didn't continue to use it for him.

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

And when she came back with chopsticks, she heard Yang Huazhong say to Old Yang Touna:
"Father, I understand your old thoughts. If you have some thoughts, don't worry about it. You are not a doctor, and neither of us are doctors."

"As for Mei'er's leg treatment, just leave it to the doctor."

Lao Yang raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears in his cloudy eyes, and nodded.

"Father knows that I can't worry about this, but just thinking about it, I don't worry, I can't control it,"

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

"Master, how can my father and mother rest assured with your appearance!"

Yang Ruoqing put the chopsticks in front of Old Yang, and sighed softly.

"Master, I didn't want to tell you at first, but looking at you, if I don't tell you, I'm afraid you will have a big problem."

Lao Yang raised his head and stared at Yang Ruoqing in a daze, his cloudy eyes faintly revealing expectations.

Both Yang Huazhong and Sun Shi also caught something from Yang Ruoqing's words, and both of them looked at Yang Ruoqing together.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Actually, last night, I sent people to the medical centers in the town and county overnight, and I told them in advance."

"Especially the medical center in the county seat. I specifically told them to assign the doctor who treated your leg to my aunt, but I told them not to reveal a word to my aunt!"

"What? Qing'er, you, you, you really..."

Old Yangtou was overjoyed, excited and grateful, so that the tears that had just been suppressed came out again.

(End of this chapter)