Yang Ruoqing said: "Let's come over and see your father."

Chen Biao's face showed gratitude, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand towards the main room and said: "Master, third uncle, please come to the room quickly."

Several people entered Chen Biao's father's house. Chen Biao's mother was sitting beside the bed, holding a small bowl of porridge in her hand. It seemed that she planned to feed Chen Biao's father a few mouthfuls.

But the woman was helpless and sat there frowning.

Seeing Chen Biao coming in with Lao Yangtou and Yang Ruoqing, the woman was very surprised and hurriedly stood up to say hello to everyone.

Old Yangtou said: "It's spring and I'm a little busy at home, so I haven't been able to spare the time to come over and take a look."

"I have free time today, so I just wanted to come and take a look, sit and have a conversation with Old Chen." said the old man.

Chen Biao Niang nodded lightly with red eyes, turned around and looked at the bed behind her: "Dad Biao'er, Old Uncle Yang and Third Brother have come to see you. Open your eyes and take a look at them!"

Following Chen Biaoniang's voice, Yang Ruoqing, who was standing here, also cast her sights on the bed.

When she glanced over, she was surprised. Where was Chen Biao's father on the bed? They were all crumpled quilts!

"Where are the people?" Old Yang asked. Obviously, the old man didn't have the eyesight to find out.

"Here." Chen Biaoniang raised her finger.

Everyone looked at where Chen Biaoniang's finger was pointing, and they were really shocked when they saw it.

There was a bald head hanging there among the messy quilts.

Her thin neck was buried in the fat and wide collar of her dress.

The rest of the body was hidden under the quilt and was so thin that its shape could not be seen.

Yang Ruoqing secretly took a breath of cold air. When she came back, her character had completely changed.

It's been a while since everyone entered the room, and they barely heard any sound from the bed. The whole room was filled with a depressing air of death, which was a feeling of life force being continuously disappearing.

Hey, it’s probably just these two days!

Yang Ruoqing secretly thought to herself and turned to look out the window. It had been almost three days since the news was released, and there was still no news about Brother Chen Biao.

Where in the world did that birdman, that bastard, hide in?

Or has he been killed and is he waiting for Chen Biao's father down there?

In the room, Old Yangtou's startled voice sounded again, pulling Yang Ruoqing back from her thoughts.

"Oh my god, how did you become so thin?" Old Yang's voice trembled slightly, he took a few steps forward and leaned over the bed.

"Old Chen, I am your Uncle Yang. If you can hear me, just nod!" Old Yang said.

The drooping, bald head did not nod or shake its head. At a certain moment, everyone thought he was dead, but occasionally a few "whooshing" sounds could be heard, and the sound of breathing coming from the chest was very loud.

It's strange, like it's blowing bellows.

"Hey!" Old Yangtou sighed and stood up straight, his face full of grief and regret.

Yang Huazhong's eyes and nose were red. The man stood there stiffly, holding back the tears in his eyes.

I don't want to let tears flow out, and I don't want to make the Chen family more sad.

"I haven't eaten for several days, so I just drink some soup and water." Chen Biao's voice sounded dull.

"A few days ago, I sent Ju'er back to Changping Village and had dinner at Sister Qing'er's place. At that time, I told Sister Qing'er that my father really wanted to see my brother one last time."

"Since yesterday, my father has stopped talking. Last night I stayed by his bed and listened to him calling the name of the person he spent the night with."

"Instead of calling me brother, I call my ancestors and relatives who have passed away. One moment they say you are here, the next moment they say he is here too, and everyone is here."

"In the middle of the night, I felt chills all over my body, as if there were a lot of people in this room. I was so scared. Fortunately, my mother came over to keep me company, and I managed to survive until daytime."

Hearing Chen Biao's words, Old Yangtou opened his eyes and mouth in surprise.

Then, he shook his head and sighed.

"It's all fate. God wants to accept a good man like your father. There's nothing we can do, there's nothing we can do!" the old man said.

Everyone stood in front of Chen Biao's father's bed for a while, sighing for a while.

Chen Biao and Chen Biaoniang invited Lao Yangtou and his party to drink tea in the hall next door. Chen Biao also wanted to go out to buy vegetables and let them eat.

But in this situation, who would want to stay and eat?

So, Lao Yangtou and Yang Huazhong left the gifts they brought and said goodbye.

Chen Biaoniang carried the gift and chased it into the alley at the door, "His father looks like he won't need this gift. You can take it back and give it to the old lady. Old Uncle Yang, you can just replenish yourself...

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Old Yangtou said: "We still have some at home. You can keep this. It's a little bit of our consideration."

Chen Biao's mother wanted to refuse again, but Chen Biao said: "Mother, I have already said this for my own sake, so just accept it."

"When we have conditions in the future, we can return this love," he said.

Chen Biaoniang had no choice but to give up. Mother and son watched Old Yangtou and his carriage leave the alley, and then turned back to the yard.

On the carriage, Old Yangtou said in a deep voice: "I think Old Chen will only be here today and tomorrow, and he won't be able to survive the day after tomorrow."

Yang Ruoqing said nothing, and her face was solemn.

Yang Huazhong said: "Last time when Lao Wu and the others entered the new house in the first month of the year, I was drinking at the same table as Brother Chen."

"Brother Chen is only forty-two this year, one year older than me, and his two sons have not even gotten married yet, so he left like this."

"When I looked at him like that, I felt really uncomfortable!" Yang Huazhong said solemnly.

Lao Yangtou said: "To put it bluntly, this is fate!"

"Look at me, I'm almost seventy. If I could change it, I would love to work with your mother to change your eldest and second brother back!" said the old man.

Yang Huazhong fell silent.

The three of them returned to Changping Village in silence.

When getting out of the car, Old Yangtou said to Yang Huazhong: "If Father Chen Biao lies down, the Chen family will send someone to announce his funeral, right?"

Yang Huazhong thought for a moment and said, "That's right. Ju'er and Chen Biao are going to get married in Rexiao. The fourth room of our old Yang family and the old Chen family are in conflict with each other, so we must come to report the funeral!"

Old Yang nodded, "Although our other houses don't share the funeral rites with the old Chen family, they don't go there with gongs and drums to send wreaths like the fourth brother, but the deceased is the most important person, and we still have to go there for this white matter.

Burn some longevity incense."

Yang Huazhong nodded repeatedly, "Dad, this is necessary, my son understands it!"

Only then did Lao Yangtou get off the carriage with confidence.

When Yang Huazhong opened the courtyard door the next morning, the Chen family sent mourners over.
Chapter completed!