"What are you talking about?" Yang Ruoqing shook her head. Xiaohei's grandmother passed away several years ago.

Mrs. Sun glanced at the door of the main room to make sure no one was coming, and said to Yang Ruoqing in a low voice: "At that time, someone in the village said that two ancestors of the old Wang family also hanged themselves, and they were both women."

"It is said that the feng shui of a tomb in Lao Wang's family is broken. Each generation of the descendants will lose a female family member, maybe a daughter, maybe a daughter-in-law. Anyway, they are all hanged."

"Ah? Is there such a statement?" Yang Ruoqing was dumbfounded, and suddenly, it seemed, she had the slightest impression.

"Xiao Hei's grandma was such a good-tempered person back then. Just because she saw Xiao Hei's father saying a few words to Daping Niang out of nowhere, she hanged herself up when she got home."

When talking about the past, Ms. Sun was filled with emotion and sighed as she talked.

"If you really want to push it forward, when Mei'er and Shuanzi were engaged, Xiao Hei's grandmother hung it around her neck at the door of your grandma's east house."

"She didn't deserve to be killed. You happened to be there at that moment and snatched her back."

“It’s possible to grab it once, but you can’t grab it all the time, because it will be gone the second time!”

When Mrs. Sun said this, she seemed to think of something, her face changed, she changed her posture and leaned towards Yang Ruoqing, and said with a look of horror: "Qing'er, tell me, your Aunt Mei'er is doing this for the first time

After hanging himself and being snatched back, there will be a second chance like the little black one, right?"

Yang Ruoqing also frowned, "It's really hard to say this kind of thing. If a person has the idea of ​​​​suicide, he may encounter setbacks later and think about it in that direction."

"That's right, this is what I'm worried about too! What should I do?" Mrs. Sun became more and more anxious, as if she saw another rope around Yang Huamei's neck.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but feel a little amused when she looked at my mother's panic-stricken look.

"Mom, don't listen to the wind and the rain. I don't believe it. It might be a coincidence!"

"How can there be such a coincidence in the world? Something like that really happened to the ancestors of the old Wang family. It is said that one of Wang Hongquan's aunts was hanged that year."

"ah?"

"Well, it's true. I just got married at that time. I heard from people in the village that his aunt was still a young girl. One day, the sister and brother had a quarrel, and she was slapped by my mother. When she got back to the house, she used her belt to stop her.

I died myself."

"This temper..." Yang Ruoqing secretly shook her head.

A young girl of this age must be in her rebellious adolescence. There are conflicts between siblings, and the elders in the family must have thought of going to the alley.

This kind of thing also happens in modern times. Children are disobedient, clamoring to play with mobile phones, and threatening to jump off buildings.

Therefore, family relationships require communication, and we cannot blindly use the majesty of our elders to suppress us. As the saying goes? Where there is oppression, there is resistance.

Okay, I'm going too far here. Anyway, Yang Ruoqing still feels that the possibility of coincidence is very high.

Mrs. Sun continued: "I heard that Wang Hongquan's great-grandmother seemed to have hanged herself if she pushed it up."

Yang Ruoqing counted on her fingers and found that Wang Hongquan's great-grandmother and Wang Hongquan's aunt were related to each other as grandma and granddaughter.

Grandma hanged herself, followed by her granddaughter.

Later, Wang Hongquan's mother-in-law, and then Wang Hongquan's daughter-in-law (who attempted to hang himself), there is really a connection between them.
Chapter completed!