Tan was also stunned for a moment, and looked at the distance between herself and Yang Ruoqing, which was still a pole apart. She said that this fat girl pushed her, not to mention others, even she didn't believe it.

However, I fell down and made a fool of myself in public, but I couldn't swallow the bad breath.

"Well, Mrs. Sun, your mother-in-law fell to death at your feet. You left your mother-in-law and didn't help her. What do you mean by that?" Mrs. Tan went mad at Mrs. Sun again, but Mrs. Sun shrank her shoulders and just said

I cried, didn't dare to defend myself, and felt in my heart that I was in the wrong.

Blood began to trickle down from the wound on Tan's hand. Tan originally looked reluctant, but when he saw his hand, his face turned green with fear, and the corners of his lips trembled.

"Ouch, oh, oh, I can't, I can't, there's no way I can live anymore." Mrs. Tan grimaced in pain, her old face was deformed. Old Yang stamped his head, dragged Ms. Tan out of the house, and went to find Uncle Fu.

I put on a bandage and applied medicine.

While Mrs. Tan was being dragged towards the door of the house by Lao Yangtou, she didn't forget to turn around and yell at Mrs. Sun, "You poisonous woman, just wait for me, see if I don't tell the third child to divorce you, you are a snake-hearted thing."

Mrs. Sun had a look of panic and worry on her face. She originally wanted to follow Mrs. Tan and look after Mrs. Tan. When she heard Mrs. Tan's words, her whole body froze on the spot, as if she had been struck by lightning, and the blood on her face suddenly drained.

After taking the time, his body was a little shaky. If Yang Ruoqing had not been quick to run over and hold her up, she might have fallen to the ground.

"mother"

Yang Ruoqing frowned slightly, she knew clearly the blow that Tan's words had on Sun. In this era, if a woman is divorced by her husband's family, the rest of her life will be useless.

People from all over the country will know that this woman has bad morals, and ordinary people will not want her again. Her mother's family will also be burdened by her and cannot hold up their heads in front of others. In the end, there is only death waiting for her.

Yang Huazhong, who was lying on the bed, could see clearly and listen carefully to everything that happened here, and his heart was even more anxious.

He struggled to get up, but there was pain all over his body, and he had no feeling in his legs.

Hearing these cruel words from his mother again, Yang Hua's head trembled, a fishy sweetness surged up in his throat, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood with a loud sound.

"Mom, it's not good, dad is vomiting blood." Yang Ruoqing suddenly called out, let go of Sun's hand, turned around and ran to the bed.

Mrs. Sun came back to her senses, staggered and ran over. She saw Yang Huazhong lying there upright, his body twitching, his eyelids turned up hard, only the whites of his eyes were exposed, and his lips were trembling.

He spoke, his teeth clenching loudly.

Sun was so frightened that she didn't know where to put her hands and feet. She was in a panic and cried incoherently, "Oh my god, my god, what's going on, Qing'er dad, please don't scare me."

In contrast, Yang Ruoqing was much calmer. The first thing she did when she rushed to the bed was to twist the handkerchief that Sun used to wipe the contamination into a strip and stuff it into Yang Huazhong's mouth so that he could

You won't bite your tongue.

Then she looked at Yang Huazhong's eyes and checked the pulse on his wrist, confirming that Yang Huazhong was just suffering from a temporary rage. She breathed a sigh of relief, leaned over and pinched the person under Yang Huazhong's nose between his lips.

middle point

After a while, Yang Huazhong woke up and turned around, staring directly at the mother and daughter beside the bed. After a while, his distracted eyes gradually regained focus.

Seeing his eyes rolling and his cheeks puffing up, Yang Ruoqing quickly pulled out the strip of cloth stuffed in his mouth and put it aside, saying to Yang Huazhong, "Dad, if you have anything to say, please speak slowly. Don't be anxious and don't get angry."

After saying that, she turned to her side and said to Sun, who was stunned at all this, "Mom, go and pour a bowl of hot tea for my father to suppress his blood pressure."

Mrs. Sun came back to her senses, said "Hey." and hurriedly poured tea.

Here, after Yang Huazhong coughed violently a few times, he completely regained his clarity. He stared at Yang Ruoqing standing by the bed with his eyes wide open, with a look of disbelief on his face, so much so that the muscles on his face twitched.

"Yue, Qing'er dad is dreaming, are you? Why do you speak so eloquently?"

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, and said to Yang Huazhong, "I don't know, I just woke up after having a fever."

Yang Huazhong opened his mouth wide and stared at Yang Ruoqing without blinking, as if he couldn't believe her concise explanation. Suddenly, Yang Huazhong raised his uninjured hand and touched his face.

He pinched her hard. Yang Ruoqing tried to stop her, but she didn't have time.

"Hiss!" Yang Huazhong gasped in pain. There was a bloody mark on his face from his pinch, but he grinned excitedly.

“Okay, okay, really good”

Yang Ruoqing heard it clearly, and he said three words "good" in one breath. It was obvious that he was paralyzed at the moment and had just escaped from hell, but he was smiling so happily at this moment, as if this low and shabby little house was

Everything became bright and open in an instant, and even she was infected by his emotions. The corners of her lips curved in pleasure, but why was there something moist in the corners of her eyes?

"Here comes the tea, Dad Qing'er, you haven't had any water all night, come on, I'll help you get up and drink some first."

While talking, Mrs. Sun had brought hot tea over. Yang Ruoqing took the hot tea from Mrs. Sun's hand and placed it on the bench next to her. Together with Mrs. Sun, she carefully helped Yang Huazhong to sit up halfway.

Yang Huazhong's eyes kept falling on Yang Ruoqing, loving, doting, and gratifying, which made Yang Ruoqing, who was an orphan in her previous life and had never experienced family affection, feel very complicated, as if she had knocked over the five-flavor bottle.

Yang Huazhong drank a bowl of tea, and the rapid breathing in his chest, like a box being opened, finally calmed down a bit. Sun and Yang Ruoqing worked together to help Yang Huazhong lie down.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that Qing'er woke up?" Yang Huazhong glanced at Sun, with a hint of complaint in his tone.

Mrs. Sun smiled bitterly, "That girl didn't let me say it."

Yang Huazhong glanced at Yang Ruoqing again, his eyes full of love, and then said to Sun, "My daughter survived the catastrophe, and she will be blessed later."

It was a good thing that Yang Huazhong didn't say this. As soon as he said this, Sun's tears that had just stopped fell again.

While wiping her tears, she whispered, "Her grandma has already told me about the future blessings. Once the rice is collected, I will ask Grandma Wang to come and estimate the price. I would rather she be stupid and ignorant of the pain."

The smile on Yang Huazhong's face immediately disappeared without a trace. He lay there without saying a word, staring at the yellowed tent ceiling above his head, his thick brows knitted together tightly, and his skin was broken.
Chapter completed!