The corner of little old Yang's mouth twitched.

A seventy-six-year-old man with dirt buried up to the bridge of his nose is still as troubled by love as a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old young man?

There’s nowhere to put your old face!

Little old Yang nodded and left first. He was indeed exhausted this morning.

After all, I am nearly seventy years old...

Little old Yang walked with his head in front, and Mrs. Liu arrived on the back.

She rushed into the west room in a hurry, racing against time for fear of missing something exciting. She didn't want to give up even if it wasn't such an exciting conflict.

There is no way, as a senior gossip porter who works on the front line of gossip, her professionalism is admirable. Sometimes when I think about the hardship and persistence along the way, even I am moved.

However, just as she rushed into the west room like a sharp arrow, she happened to see Yang Ruoqing pick up the broom and dustpan, and the ground was a mess.

Mrs. Liu immediately retracted the foot she had stepped in, and in a flash she retracted into the main room.

She stood against the wall of the hall, holding her breath, and then tiptoed toward the door.

When she finally reached the gate and breathed in the fresh air outside, she dared to open her mouth and nose and breathe deeply.

Fortunately, I am smart, otherwise, I would have to help clean up the house.

Well, let’s go squat outside the yard for half a stick of incense first, shall we?

A hand suddenly pressed on Ms. Liu's shoulder from behind, and a familiar voice reached her ears.

"Fourth Aunt came just in time. Come, come and help me clean up the house."

Without any explanation, a broom was thrust into Mrs. Liu's hand.

Mrs. Liu whimpered in her heart, turned around, and faced Yang Ruoqing's smiling eyes. She could only acquiesce that she was unlucky, and she was discovered after all.

You can still escape without being discovered, but if you are discovered, it will be unjustifiable for you to escape again.

Mrs. Liu immediately showed a bright smile, "Ah, it seems that I came at the right time. Cheng, let's clean up together."

Ms. Liu entered the house with a broomstick in hand, and Yang Ruoqing followed behind, with a playful curve on her lips.

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"Yeah, Dad, you look really scary like this. What's the point of doing it for a woman of unknown origin?"

Mrs. Liu was cleaning up the broken pieces of the tea bowl on the ground with her hands, and kept looking at Old Yangtou.

Old Yang's head was tilted on his right shoulder, completely immersed in his own miserable world, and turned a deaf ear to Liu's words.

Ms. Liu didn't expect the old man to answer her questions or give her a topic that she could talk to herself about until the end of the world.

"Hey, Dad, why are you bothering? Two-legged toads are hard to find, and two-legged women aren't running around all over the place? As for being so nervous over a woman?"

Old Yangtou still ignored me.

Yang Ruoqing didn't say anything to stop Liu, because she was busy arranging the pillow for Old Yang.

Earlier, the old man went crazy in the room and tore a hole in the pillow, and a lot of cotton wool fell out. Yang Ruoqing was busy stuffing the fallen cotton wool back in!

Ms. Liu continued to chatter endlessly, enlightening Old Yangtou from heaven to earth, just like a professional emotional counselor.

Yang Huazhong stood aside with a sullen face and did not interrupt Liu's words.

Yang Huazhong really has nothing to do with Old Yangtou now.

When this old man is not even afraid of death, what else in the world can he care about? Can it be a tie for him?

In Yang Huazhong's eyes, the current old Yangtou is no different from an old hedgehog. He is really at his wits' end.

"Dad, why don't you go smoke a few puffs of dry tobacco in the yard!"

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and found that Yang Huazhong was standing there motionless with his eyebrows knitted, as if the bitter melon juice was squeezed out of his face like a bitter melon king.

She asked him to go out to smoke and calm down, but he didn't even respond. Yang Ruoqing was really afraid that the old man would fall out of love and Yang Huazhong would become depressed, so after putting on a pillow, he quickly came over and pulled Yang Huazhong out of the house.

When he got outside, the cold wind blew, and Yang Huazhong sobered up a little after taking a stimulating breath.

"Your father's appearance...is really giving me a headache," he said.

It was so cold that the white air coming out of my mouth when I spoke was blown away by the cold wind.

Yang Ruoqing said: "He got in by himself, and he has to get out by himself. Dad, don't worry too much. There are some things that we can't help with."

"Hey, it would be great if there was some panacea." Yang Huazhong sighed.

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "There is a panacea, and that is Yunya."

If she went to find Yun Yao and return him to him, she could guarantee that the old man would become a vigorous and vigorous man in no time.

But that also means that this competition will end with our defeat.

"What the heck, even if he wants to live and die for a woman at his age, I will follow suit. If he wants to die, just let him die!"

Cursing came from the door of the courtyard. It turned out that Yang Huaming, Yang Huazhou and Yang Yongqing were coming.

"Where's the old man?" Yang Huaming strode over and asked angrily.

"I'm in a daze in the west room!" Yang Ruoqing sighed behind her.

Yang Huaming rushed into the house, and Yang Ruoqing also followed the large troops back to the west room.

One can imagine how clean and tidy the West House is after Mrs. Liu tidied it up.

The ground was sparsely populated with 'fish that had slipped through the net' that had not been swept into the dustpan, and there were some in the dustpan. Old Yang was still sitting on the cold ground with his back in the wheelchair, his head still hanging on his shoulders, his eyebrows and eyes squinting.

As soon as Yang Huaming saw the old man's death-staring look, he couldn't control it. He kicked the dustpan over with his foot and splashed a lot of dirt on the old man.

The old man had no reaction at all.

"You old guy, do you really think you'll live too long? If you miss, just say so. I'm sending you back to the west, but it's not worth one life!"

After Yang Huaming kicked the dustpan, he stamped his feet and roared at Old Yang's head.

Ms. Liu originally wanted to scold Yang Huaming and blame him for destroying the fruits of her labor, but she was so frightened that she choked back.

But she couldn't be so meek and hard-working as to silently clean up a second time. Her choice was to step back with her hands in her hand, retreat to the door and watch the fun with relish from a safe distance.

Here, seeing that the old man still didn't react at all, Yang Huaming felt as if he had packed a punch and hit the cotton hard.

The intense frustration and frustration made him almost lose his mind. He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the old man's shoulders with both hands, picked him up from the ground, shook him vigorously, and roared hysterically: "I want to ask you, are you really tired of living?

Ah? You say it, you say it, and I will break your neck and send you on your way..."

"Fourth, stop!"

"Fourth brother, don't do this!"

"Uncle Fourth, please calm down!"
Chapter completed!