Yang Hualin said to Sun.

Mrs. Sun couldn't bear to take the twenty coins and shook her head hurriedly.

"Lan'er lives here, so I only have to worry about a pair of dishes and chopsticks. Second brother, please take care of Boy Bai first. I think that boy has not had a good life this year!" Mrs. Sun said directly.

Yang Hualin nodded, sighed again, and left.

After watching Yang Hualin leave, Sun turned around and returned to Yang Ruolan's room.

Yang Ruolan lay there, sleeping peacefully, breathing evenly.

Mrs. Sun leaned over and gently tucked the corner of her quilt, then touched her forehead to make sure she no longer had a fever, then lowered the curtain and quietly left the house.

There was a candle burning in the room.

After Mrs. Sun left, Yang Ruolan opened her eyes in the tent.

Her eyes were clear and not sleepy at all.

But two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

"Mother, mother..."

She bit her lip and called softly in the bed at night.

"sorry……"

Yang Ruolan burst into tears again.

…

Let's say that Yang Hualin returned to his yard and found Yang Yongbai standing in the yard, and Fuer's crying could be heard in the house.

"Yongbai, why don't you go inside and stay at home this late at night?"

Yang Hualin came over and asked in surprise.

Seeing his father coming back, Yang Yongbai's eyes showed joy, but that joy soon disappeared and was replaced by alienation and retreat.

He stepped back and glanced in the direction of the room where the crying came from, with fear in his eyes.

"I'm going to the toilet."

After saying these words, Yang Yongbai hurriedly turned around and ran towards the toilet.

"You are fooling around, do you want me to accompany you?" Yang Hualin asked from behind.

"don't want!"

Yang Yongbai ran without looking back.

"This kid!" Yang Hualin smiled, turned around and strode into the house.

There were no lights in the main room, and the dim light came from the room where he and Qian were sleeping.

"Why don't you light up the lights in the main room?"

Yang Hualin asked as soon as he entered the door.

Mrs. Qian was leaning over the cradle, tearing off half of her clothes, and was breastfeeding Fu'er who was lying in the cradle.

Hearing Yang Hualin's question, Qian raised his head and looked over with difficulty, a sickly smile on his face.

"I've been feeling groggy all afternoon. If Fu'er hadn't been crying so hard, I might still be awake right now," Qian said.

"I'll light the lights in this room. I plan to feed Fu'er first, and then I'll light the lights in the main room," she said.

When Yang Hualin heard this and saw Qian's pale face, he also frowned.

"I asked Uncle Fu to come over and give you a good look and prescribe some medicine, but you refused."

"Just lying like this and being supported day by day, when will it get better?" he asked, and walked to the cradle.

Looking at Fu'er who was happily drinking milk in the cradle, Yang Hualin's expression softened a bit.

"Don't hold on any longer. I'm going to invite Uncle Fu over and prescribe some medicine." He said.

Qian quickly shook his head.

"No need, no need," she said.

"I know my own body and its condition. I don't need to take medicine. I can just lie down for seven or eight days and it'll be fine."

"If you take medicine, you'll have to spend around 20 yuan, but you can buy two kilograms of pork to feed Yongbai!"

"Besides, I plan to buy some eggs from the villagers and send them to my third brother and sister when I get better and can go out to the village."

"We, Lan'er, live and eat at someone else's place. If we don't send you something, I won't feel at ease!"

Qian spoke with sincerity, and her words revealed her deep concern for Yang Ruolan.

In the past, when Yang Hualin heard this, he must have been so moved.

But now, when he heard what Qian said, Yang Hualin felt a little complicated.

His full eyes fell on Qian's body, he frowned, bit his lip, and refused to answer her words.

Qian didn't seem to notice Yang Hualin's subtle reaction, and was still thinking about himself: "My body is really unsatisfactory. Originally, it was me who should take care of Lan'er at this time."

"After all, Lan'er's incident is all my fault."

"Why do I blame you?" Yang Hualin finally answered.

Mr. Qian shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Some time ago, I went to deliver food, vegetables and water to Miss Lan every day."

"I am such a careless stepmother. I don't even know when my daughter has the idea of ​​seeking death."

"I still fart every day, so happy."

"Now that my daughter has thrown herself into the water, everyone in the village is poking at my spine, and I admit it."

"I'm not afraid of being poked in the spine. I'm just sad and blaming myself. I was too careless and didn't pay close attention to what my daughter was thinking..."

Yang Hualin listened silently to Qian's words of self-blame, not knowing what to say.

Qian had been talking alone for a long time, but seeing that Yang Hualin didn't even say a word of comfort, a trace of suspicion flashed in his heart.

A few tears had already been squeezed out of his face.

"Dad Fu'er, I know you must be annoyed and complaining about me in your heart."

"It's all my fault. It's my first time being a mother and I have no experience, so I ended up like this."

"If you're unhappy, don't hold it in, or you'll get into trouble."

"You can hit me or scold me. As long as you, father and son, are fine, I will die with a smile on my face."

When Qian said this, she actually came over and took Yang Hualin's hand to pat her face.

Yang Hualin came to his senses and quickly took his hand back.

"There's no need to hit you. There's something I've been keeping in mind, and I'd like to ask you a question." Yang Hualin said.

Qian's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that Wangfu’s affair has been exposed?

"What's going on? You ask." Qian still had a tear-stained smile on her face.

Yang Hualin glanced at Fu'er again, "Please feed the milk first, and then I'll ask."

"Fu'er is almost done drinking." Qian said, gently pulling out the penis from Fu'er's mouth, straightening his clothes and standing up.

The moment she stood up, she suddenly leaned back, her vision seemed to go dark, and she looked like she was about to fall.

Yang Hualin was startled and rushed over to help Qian.

"Fu'er Niang, how are you?" he asked nervously.

Qian's eyes slowly opened, looking blank and unfocused.

"Maybe I grew a little while lying down. Just now... when I stood up, I felt dizzy, my eyes were dark, and my chest felt tight..." Mrs. Qian said.

The voice sounded particularly weak and weak.

Yang Hualin raised his hand and touched Qian's forehead. It wasn't hot, but it was wet.

"Are you sweating?" he asked.

Qian said: "It's been like this for the past few days. It's okay. I can just lie down and it will be fine."

Yang Hualin said: "Come on, come on, I'll help you lie down on the bed."

Soon, Qian was helped to the bed by Yang Hualin.

When Yang Hualin was covering her with a quilt, his hand was suddenly held by Qian.

"Let me tell you a secret." Qian said.
Chapter completed!