A few good fellow villagers and neighbors behind him saw that the door was not closed, and they also pointed and followed all the way in.

"Mother, I'm back. After Yang Dazhuang was released from prison, he came back to see his mother once, and that day he took advantage of the night to return to the village, and then sneaked into the house, but only saw the old mother alone picking beans.

The old mother is a lot old and still working, but the child's mother is missing, and Yang Dazhuang learned from his mother that Li Hehua left his daughter and ran back to her parents' house a few days after he was imprisoned.

Yang's mother worked so hard, working day and night, just to help her son raise her daughter, keep this home, and wait for her son to come back.

After Yang Dazhuang heard this, he was furious, he didn't stay at home for long, and went straight to Li Hehua's house to find someone, and the old mother couldn't stop shouting at him in the back......

Thinking of this, Yang Dazhuang's heart was blazing, and as soon as his arm was raised, he threw Li Lotus to the ground, only to hear a pop, Li Lotus was pushed to the ground fiercely, and she didn't get up, just quickly curled up on the ground, and her mouth began to scream.

"Big ...... Zhuang, my son, is it you?" an old voice sounded, only slightly hesitant in tone, and then there was the sound of chairs falling to the ground and stumbling footsteps,

"Mother, it's me, I'm Da Zhuang! I'm back, Mother, come and see who else I'm bringing?" Yang Dazhuang replied and raised his head excitedly.

But then the smile on her face froze, and what caught her eye at this time was the mother trembling with one hand holding the wall, and the other hand was carried out of the back room by her granddaughter.

Seeing that her mother was even worse than before, Yang's mother was already thin, and now she looks like she has lost a few laps.

Yang's mother's previous gray hair has now turned white, and Yang Dazhuang's daughter also looks gray-headed, her face is so black that she can't see her original color, her hair is messy, and she has a few straws.

The nails on the ten fingers were covered with black mud, and the clothes were not sewn up, revealing holes one by one, and the color of the clothes worn inside could be seen.

When Yang Dazhuang saw his mother and daughter like this, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart, he turned around and kicked Li Lotus hard, and Li Lotus exclaimed in pain.

"Where are you, Da Zhuang, come and let me take a look. The old lady stepped forward anxiously, and her hand touched Yang Dazhuang's face.

The cold and rough hand touched Yang Dazhuang's face, which made Yang Dazhuang even more sad, Yang Dazhuang grabbed his mother's hand, put it on his face, and let her touch it little by little, "Mother, look, I am Dazhuang!"

After confirming that it was really her son, Yang's mother began to wipe her tears. "My son, I've finally waited for you, I thought I'd never be able to wait for you again in this life, but, my son, I'll never see you again. ”

Yang Dazhuang had already noticed that his mother's eyes were not quite right, and he hurriedly stepped forward to support his mother, "Mother, what's wrong with you? Don't say bad words, your son will always be with you in the future, but how did you become like this!"

Hearing her son ask about this, Yang Dazhuang's mother suddenly burst into tears, whimpered, and was speechless with sobs.

Yang Dazhuang was anxious, looked at the neighbors around him and his daughter who was crying with his grandmother, and asked loudly: "Folks, what's wrong with my mother, who knows, tell me quickly! I, Yang Dazhuang, thank you, folks." ”

After all, Yang Dazhuang has been in prison for so many years, but Yang Dazhuang has grown up watching the big guys, and when he heard his familiar native accent, the villagers' strangeness to him gradually faded.

Hearing him ask at this time, everyone started talking nonsense, and in the chaotic voice, Yang Dazhuang slowly heard the general situation of the matter.

Since Yang Dazhuang was arrested and put in prison, Li Hehua left her mother-in-law and daughter-in-law and ran away by herself, leaving her grandparents and grandchildren to rely on each other, but the two of them are old and young, and no one takes care of them, which is really pitiful.

Yang Dazhuang's mother relied on a few acres of thin land at home, planted some vegetables and wheat, barely making ends meet, and the grandparents and grandchildren got up early every day to work greedily and darkly, and went to the field to pick up the grain that others had not harvested.

On weekdays, the villagers see that their grandparents and grandchildren are really pitiful, and they will often ask the little girl to help them do some work, give a few yuan, and the sanitation of the village is also handed over to them to clean.

Helplessly, Yang Dazhuang's mother is really old, and she stays up like this every day, and many young people can't stand it, let alone her.

After several years, I finally couldn't hold it anymore, and one morning my neighbor Chen's sister-in-law got up early to work in the field, and found a person lying on the side of the road, and was startled.

When I got closer, I found that it was Yang's mother who got up early to clean the village, she fell to the ground unconscious, and I don't know how long she had been lying down.

However, because of staying up late for a long time and not sleeping well, coupled with malnutrition, the old lady's fundus arteriosclerosis and blood vessels ruptured, resulting in permanent blindness.

With the fall of Yang's mother, the home, which was only enough to take care of food and clothing, was completely reduced to a day when there was no last meal.

Fortunately, the villagers are simple and kind, and these days the grandparents and grandchildren have relied on the help of the villagers to survive.

Yang Dazhuang's heart was like a knife after hearing this, he regretted that he was angry at the time, and he only cared about going to find Li Hehua, leaving the widow and young children, and leaving, which made them live so pitiful.

The more Yang Dazhuang thought about it, the more sad he became, he cried bitterly, and then knelt down with a puff, beating his chest and shouting: "Mother, my son is not filial, let you suffer, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be like this, my son is sorry for you, my son feels guilty." ”

After the words fell, Yang Dazhuang slammed his head to the dirt a few times, and Yang's mother hurriedly helped him up along his arm.

The mother and son hugged their heads and cried, and the neighbors around looked embarrassed, and a few soft-hearted ones shed tears.

"It's all to blame on this slut, if it weren't for you and my mother, how would you be like this! ”

Yang Dazhuang was crying bitterly, and the rest of his eyes saw that Li Hehua, who was still curled up in the ground, was slowly moving towards the door, and he was suddenly angry.

Yang Dazhuang stood up and walked over, and said viciously: "The stinky bitch shouldn't have let you in at that time. ”