Fu'er left the hospital the next night after arriving at the county hospital.

Yang Huaming covered Fu'er's head with a piece of white cloth, then turned and went to the door of the house, collapsed on the ground, covered his face and cried bitterly.

Yang Huazhong was also in a depressed mood. He turned his back and couldn't bear to look at Fu'er on the bed.

Because of the evil deeds of Fu'er's biological mother, Qian, she stole Chen'er from the cradle, causing Chen'er and Qing'er to be separated from each other for seven years.

In the past seven years, Qing'er and Tangyazi had never had a good day. Every time they thought of their son, they would shed tears. They struggled to hold on and spent a lot of manpower and financial resources to search for him.

So for Qian, Yang Huazhong wished he could chop her into pieces and then step on her in the mud.

However, childishness is innocent!

At this moment, when he saw Fu'er lifeless and lying motionless under the white cloth, the corners of Yang Huazhong's eyes were still moist.

Old Yangtou fell down beside the bed and burst into tears.

"Another male is missing. Which evil god did our old Yang family provoke? Why do we have to torment our old Yang family like this? Woohoo..."

The old man cried like a child.

When I cried to the point of excitement, a bellows sound came from my throat, and my face turned red as the color of pig liver.

Yang Huazhong quickly came over to support Old Yang's head and stroked the old man's back.

"Dad, please forgive me and accept the change. This child Fu'er will be relieved if he is gone. I can't bear to see his painful look these past two days!" he said.

Old Yangtou was still panting and speechless.

Yang Huazhong continued to persuade: "It's okay if this child is gone. He has been without his parents since he was a child. Now let's think this way. Maybe the second brother came to pick him up and left. After all, the father and son will be reunited. Dad, please forgive me!"

Lao Yang nodded and wiped away the mucus from his nose.

"I can only think like this, otherwise, I will want to die!" said the old man.

Yang Huazhong said again: "Dad, please think more about good things. There have been good things in our old Yang family recently. Yongxian became a father and gave birth to a great-grandson. Yongjin also had a son a few days ago. We

Lao Yang's family has had two new boys in the past few months, and everyone in the village is praising you and my mother for being so lucky..."

The two things Yang Huazhong said really made Lao Yangtou find a little strength.

"Yes, I can't collapse like this. Yongxian is still counting on me to take care of him. There are two more great-grandchildren in the family. There are successors to our old Yang family. As long as we grit our teeth and get through this difficulty, we will definitely be better in the future.

I will hold on to the good luck!"

Just like that, Lao Yangtou figured it out, held on, and ate an extra bowl of rice at noon than usual.

Brother Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming's eyes were twitching wildly when they saw him, and they were speechless.

After some discussion, everyone decided to send Fu'er back to the village for burial immediately after lunch.

Fortunately, it was the twelfth lunar month in the cold winter, so the body was not easily damaged. It only took half a day to get from Wanghai County to Changping Village.

"Leave Yongjin here, Lao San, Lao Si, and Qing Xiaozi, all of you can go back and send Fu'er back." Old Yangtou ordered.

Yang Yongjin also wanted to go back, so that he could see his wife and children by the way, but he thought that the restaurant was inseparable from people, so he resisted.

"Dad, can I come back later?" Yang Huazhong asked.

Old Yang thought for a while and said: "Yongxian's situation is much better now, so don't come here. Duo'er will get married in half a month, right? You have to stay at home to prepare the dowry."

Yang Huazhong smiled, Duo'er's dowry had been prepared a long time ago.

In addition to the necessary furniture, bedding and clothing, Yang Huazhong and Sun also prepared thirty acres of fertile land for Duo'er, paying for the money in the box.

In addition, Qing'er specially left a banknote with him before going to the capital, also for Duo'er to add makeup.

"Dad, then I will stay at home and take care of my family affairs. Duo'er is getting married and has a lot of things to take care of." Yang Huazhong followed Old Yang's words.

He has been staying with Yongxian for medical treatment here in the county for a long time, and it is time to go home and give some of his time and energy to his wife and daughter.

Duo'er will get married soon and will be the daughter-in-law of the Xiang family. Even if she can often go back to her natal family to visit him and the Sun family, being the daughter-in-law of someone else's family is still a little different from being a young lady in her natal family.

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Now that my daughter has not left home, she should spend more time with her. From the age of six to sixteen, ten years is not long or short, but it is witnessing the growth of the child. From the beginning, everything has changed.

The little girl who didn't understand grew up into the tall and graceful girl she is today.

Happy, happy!

"Sure, when Yongxian recovers a little later, I will send you a message when I return to the village. Remember to come and pick her up!" Old Yangtou warned Yang Huazhong.

Yang Huazhong nodded: "Don't worry, Dad, I will definitely come."

Before leaving, Old Yangtou asked Yang Huazhong again: "When Duo'er gets married, Da'an and Xiaohua will also rush back to have a wedding bar?"

Yang Huazhong was stunned for a moment and said: "They know the date of Duo'er's wedding. As for whether they can come back in time, we don't know at the moment. Da'an has not sent any letters to the family recently."

Lao Yang nodded and asked no more questions.

After returning to the hospital, Fu'er's body was treated, wrapped in a quilt and put into the carriage together, and escorted back to Changping Village.

It was midnight when the carriage returned to Changping Village.

The courtyard gates on both sides of the road were all closed, and occasionally one or two dogs barked in the distance.

"What's that in front of you? It's dark and it's still moving!" Yang Yongqing, who was driving the car, suddenly became nervous and asked in a low voice.

Brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming both looked over there and saw something moving on the roadside.

"It seems to be a person." Yang Huazhong said.

Yang Huaming bravely shouted in that direction, but the man didn't respond.

The three people in the car were a little nervous.

In the middle of the night, Fu'er was in the carriage with a miserable look on his face. There was another strange thing in front of him. What was it?

"I'll light the torch and have a look." Yang Huazhong said, then lit the torch.

Earlier along the way, they also used this torch to illuminate some places where the road conditions were not good, but it was extinguished as soon as they reached the village.

Because they were carrying Fu'er in the carriage, it was best to travel in the dark and not be too bright.

It is said that if it is too bright, Fu'er's soul will not follow them back.

At this time, as soon as the torch was lit, the moving black shadow suddenly got up and rushed onto the road, roaring towards the carriage.

The person who came was none other than the Jin family.

"Oh my mother, it's true, she almost scared me to death!" Yang Yongqing said, patting his heart.

Yang Huazhong said: "No wonder she didn't respond to our shouts before. She came out as soon as the torch was lit. We should have thought of it earlier."

Jin is a deaf-mute. He cannot hear or speak, but he can see.
Chapter completed!