The old man looked up at the closed door of the second room again, and sighed.

"Your second uncle, they are not like words!"

"Until now, I haven't seen anyone, and you, Sister Lan'er, don't come to kowtow, hey, it's too cold!"

"People like them, that way of acting, will not be good in the future, maybe even your uncle is not as good!"

Old Yang said with a sad and indignant face.

Regarding the words of Lao Yang Tou's accusation of the second room, Yang Ruoqing remained silent and was too lazy to express her opinion.

People are doing it, and the sky is watching.

Being too cold and too desperate will not end well.

Yang Ruolan's current situation is the best proof.

The child is gone, and it will be difficult to conceive again in the future, and the punishment has come, but she doesn't know it yet, it's really stupid.

The old Yang Tou and the little old Yang Tou sat at the table with Yang Ruoqing for a while, during which many villagers bought firecracker incense paper and the like, and came to mourn.

They comforted Lao Yang, and Yang Ruoqing carefully registered their names and items on the side.

These are all favor accounts, and they have to be handed over to the eldest brother and the second cousin, and they will repay them one by one, so there can be no sloppiness.

From the beginning of the day to noon, Yang Ruoqing went to the backyard to have a few bites of lunch during this period.

I don't know why, but if it's a happy event, this kind of meal feels so delicious.

But this funeral meal always feels weird in the mouth.

After a few casual bites, Yang Ruoqing put down her chopsticks and returned to the hall in the front yard to continue her work as a bookkeeper.

At the end of the day, those who make up for sleep go to the ancestral hall, and those who go to the ancestral hall go to the ancestral hall.

who takes care of the Tan family in the backyard, and who is busy preparing for tomorrow's white banquet......

Everyone has their own work and is busy.

In the hall in the front yard, Yang Ruoqing sat alone at the Eight Immortals table by the patio, continuing to stick to her post.

The doors of several rooms were closed, but the house of Uncle Yang Huaan was still open.

The moment his body was carried away yesterday, according to the rules, Yang Yongjin kicked over the door panel and high stool.

The clay bowl on which the incense paper was burned was also broken.

The bed that Yang Huaan slept in before his death, all the tents were unloaded, and the bedding was crumpled and crumpled and piled at the foot of the bed.

Yang Ruoqing had nothing to do, so she lay on the table, just taking a clear look at the scene in Yang Hua'an's room opposite.

There are doors at the front and back of the hall, which is ventilated and ventilated.

If it were someone else sitting here, facing Yang Huaan's house, it would probably be scary.

But Yang Ruoqing is not afraid at all.

My sister has killed a lot of people, so this little scene is not a big deal at all.

"Sister!"

A familiar voice sounded from the door of the hall.

Yang Ruoqing followed the prestige and saw Da'an coming.

Today's Da'an is a little taller than her.

The eyebrows are clear and beautiful, handsome and elegant.

Wearing a plain robe, with a white old cloth filial piety coat and hat in the crook of his arm, he obviously just came back from the ancestral hall.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Yang Ruoqing asked.

Da'an has always been guarding the ancestral hall in place of Yang Huazhong today.

Da An smiled lightly and sat down next to Yang Ruoqing.

"Dad went to the ancestral hall to replace me with a rest meeting, and arranged for me and my second brother to keep a wake tonight." Da'an Road.

Yang Ruoqing then urged: "You have to stay up late tonight, it's rare to rest at this time, hurry up and go home to lie down!" ”

Da'an shook his head: "I'm not sleepy, I'll go later." ”

As he spoke, his eyes glanced at Yang Hua'an's room opposite, and his brows furrowed.

"Sister, have you been here alone for most of the past few days?" He asked again.

Yang Ruoqing thought for a while and said, "No, the master and the little grandfather were there during the day, and there were a lot of mourners one after another." ”

"I'm idle for now."

Da An said 'um' and sat there, with no intention of leaving.

Yang Ruoqing urged him again: "You hurry up and go home, hurry up and sleep for a while." ”

Da'an said: "I can't sleep when I lie down in the daytime, so I'll lie on this table and take a nap." ”

Then, indeed, he lay on the edge of the table and closed his eyes.

"How uncomfortable it is to lie on your stomach like this, you listen to my sister and go back to sleep!" Yang Ruoqing is still persuading.

Da'an closed his eyes, but the corners of his lips hooked up a beautiful arc.

"Sister, you just follow me, there is no one at home, I don't want to go back, just stay with my sister!" He said.

"Huh?" Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

"I'm going to sleep, sister, don't make a sound!" He said.

Looking at his closed eyes and recuperating appearance, Yang Ruoqing suddenly understood something.

This kid must have seen her stay here alone, and was worried that she was afraid, so he deliberately stayed with her as a companion.

Good brother!

Yang Ruoqing's heart was warm, he closed his eyes, and she held her chin and admired his eye-catching handsome face.

The younger brother is getting more and more handsome.

Because of his studies, the bookish atmosphere became more and more obvious.

makes his whole person look very elegant, and his gestures are polite, just like another Mu Zichuan.

It's just that compared with Mu Zichuan's high spirit, Da'an has more affinity.

This should be related to the environment in which he grows, and Daan is a warm man.

Hey, such a good brother, I don't know which girl will be discounted in the future?

Thinking of this, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but be a little jealous of that future brother and sister.

After a while, Sun also came from the backyard and poked his head out.

The woman was so busy that her feet didn't touch the ground, and she was doing all the things in the backyard.

The Kim family is deaf and dumb, and he can't do anything, and people are crying in the ancestral hall.

Cao Bamei is pregnant and young, and she has never done anything important in this regard.

Tan is old, blind, and struck by grief.

So, the burden of tomorrow's white banquet fell on the Sun family alone.

Finally caught the air, Sun hurriedly went to the front yard to take a look, just to see what the situation of the girl was.

At a glance, I saw that in the long and deep hall, there was not even a single idle person, so the girl sat alone at the table.

Sun's heart tightened, and he hurriedly came over to this side.

"Qing'er, why are you alone?" Sun asked urgently.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and smiled at Sun: "I'm not the only one, Da'an is also there!" ”

"Where?" Sun asked.

Yang Ruoqing pointed to the other side of the table, where Da'an was already lying on two high stools.

"It was uncomfortable lying on the table, so I asked him to lie down and sleep." Yang Ruoqing said.

Sun saw that Da'an was also there, and he was relieved.

Daan also opened his eyes at this time and sat up.

"Mother, don't worry, I will accompany my sister!" Da'an Road.

Sun nodded again and again: "That's good, that's good!" ”

Yang Ruoqing looked at this and understood more that her mother and brother were thinking the same thing.

In my heart, I was really moved.

This is the person closest to him, no matter what time or place, he will think about her like this.

Sun still wanted to tell something, but at this time, at the door of the hall, a woman poked her head out.