"Auntie, why do you always say these unlucky things on this special day?" Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but ask.

"I know you are not feeling well and your mood is naturally not good, but you have to believe in us and the doctor. You just have a simple cough and there will be no big problem. I don't allow you to say these unfavorable words anymore.

No?" Yang Ruoqing said a little annoyed.

Wang Cuilian said: "Qing'er, I know the situation myself. I won't tell your uncle these words, I will tell you alone."

Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, then sat down next to the bed.

"Auntie, just say whatever you want, Qing'er is listening," she said.

Wang Cuilian said: "My cough may not be an ordinary cough, it may be tuberculosis."

"My ancestors all had this disease. When I was still in my mother's womb, my father died of this disease,"

"My mother took me and my brother to live together. When my brother was sixteen years old, he was about to get married. One winter, he went out to dig lotus roots with his fellow villagers. He caught a cold and coughed for a month or so before leaving."

"My mother couldn't bear the blow and soon died of illness. I became an orphan and wandered around."

"Later I met Amao's father. He took me back, gave me a family, and gave birth to Amao."

"Dad Amao was short-lived. He left within a few years, leaving me and Amao behind."

"That spring, I thought the snow had stopped and the wolves would have returned to the mountains, so I took Amao to work in the wasteland in the mountains."

"Amao was carried away by a wolf..." At this point, Wang Cuilian lowered her head and shed tears.

Yang Ruoqing also wiped away tears.

Yang Ruoqing has heard this story about Amao many times.

I heard it all from the villagers, but this is the first time I heard it from the person involved.

Although twenty years have passed since the incident, it sounds like Yang Ruoqing can still feel the pain that Wang Cuilian felt.

The child was snatched away by a wolf, and when it was found, all that was left was a small shoe and two gnawed bones.

Wang Cuilian almost went crazy!

"Qing'er, since I followed your uncle, I haven't dreamed about Amao Daddy and Amao for seven or eight years."

"These days, I often dream about them." Wang Cuilian continued.

"Then what did you dream about?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Wang Cuilian said: "I dreamed that father and son came to see me. Amao said he missed his mother and wanted me to accompany him."

"The damn man in front of me also said he was coming to pick me up,"

"Qing'er, aunt, I may really have to leave. I don't dare to say these things to your uncle. I'm afraid that he will be sad, and I'm also afraid that he will scold me and talk nonsense about my illness..."

"Auntie, you must still be sick, so your mind is a little hazy. It's normal to dream about them and their son, because they used to be your closest family members," Yang Ruoqing interrupted Wang Cuilian.

"This is all because you are not in good health. When you get better and your spirit recovers, everything will be fine. You believe me." Yang Ruoqing said again.

Wang Cuilian shook her head slowly, with a weak smile on her face.

"I know my own body, Qing'er, I am saying these words to you tonight because I want to ask you something." Wang Cuilian said.

"What's going on? Just ask me, aunt." Yang Ruoqing said.

Wang Cuilian said: "Your uncle is a good man. If I go, the person I will be most reluctant to leave is him."

"In the past few years, I have been living together with him. He has allowed me to do everything and followed me, which has allowed me to enjoy several years of blessings. I am grateful to him."

"After what I do, remember to tell your uncle and Tang Yazi that I won't go into the old Luo family's ancestral grave, and I won't go into Amao Daddy's place either."

"Just find a piece of land on the back hill and bury me. I'm a woman who has lived between two families."

"I don't have the shame to be next to Amao Daddy anymore, and I don't want to occupy the land of the old Luo family. Your uncle is not very old. If I leave, remember to help him find a suitable woman to take care of him and do his laundry.

Cook and talk to him, so I feel relieved down there."

"Auntie, please stop talking. I beg you, please stop talking." Yang Ruoqing's tears rolled down uncontrollably.

You can't shed tears on New Year's Eve, but these words from the aunt seemed to be explaining the funeral arrangements.

"Qing'er, don't cry. Auntie will tell you these words. Keep them in your heart."

"By the way, the third brick was removed from under my bed in the old house, and there was a small jar hidden inside."

"In the past few years, I put all the money your uncle gave me to buy clothes and the money you and Tang Yazi paid to honor me in that jar."

"That's what I left for Bao Bao and Dazhi. It's a little bit of my grandmother's thoughts. You must remember to dig it out when the time comes!"

"No, no, no!" Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "Auntie, please stop talking. I'm begging you. You will be fine. It's just a cough or tuberculosis. If it doesn't work in the county, we'll go to the county. If it doesn't work in the county, just go to the county.

Go to Changhuaizhou. If Changhuaizhou fails, we will go to the capital and we will definitely cure your disease!"

…

"Where are the children? Where are they?"

Yang Ruoqing asked Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang raised his finger and pointed to the sky above Yang Huazhong's yard next door, where fireworks lit up one after another, lighting up the entire sky.

Separated by a wall, the laughter of children could be heard from time to time.

However, Yang Ruoqing couldn't laugh.

"Qing'er, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so worried?"

Luo Fengtang was relatively broad-minded about other things, like thousands of men, but when he got along with Yang Ruoqing, he was uncharacteristically sensitive to her subtle emotional changes.

Yang Ruoqing knew she couldn't hide it from him, so she said, "Auntie asked me not to tell you, but after much thought, I still don't want to hide it from you."

"What did Auntie say?" Luo Fengtang calmed down. He was about to take her to the yard next door to watch them set off fireworks. He would put aside other things for now.

"Tell me, I don't allow you to keep it in your heart alone. If anything happens, let's figure it out together." Luo Fengtang said again.

Yang Ruoqing then closed the door and told Luo Fengtang exactly what Wang Cuilian said earlier.

Luo Fengtang's brows furrowed together, "There is a saying called 'Knowing destiny'. I was thinking that Auntie wouldn't say this for no reason. She probably knows her own body well..."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Maybe Auntie is sensitive, but no matter what, I have to find a way to save Auntie."

"My aunt is not very old, she is only in her early forties, and my uncle is only in his fifties,"

"They should have a lot of good life ahead of them, they can't just do it like this..."

Yang Ruoqing couldn't continue talking about the rest.

Humans are social animals. Even if you have children and offspring, you will always feel that something is missing if you don't have a partner.
Chapter completed!