Speaking of Lao Yangtou's "flexible and flexible" character, Yang Huaming also looked helpless.

"Our father has become a piece of meat now. There is nothing we can do to him. If Lao Wu heard those words before, he would most likely be heartbroken." Yang Huaming added.

Yang Huazhong said: "So we have to hide these words. We can't let the fifth house hear it. No matter who hears it, it will be heartbreaking."

Yang Huaming nodded: "Third brother, don't worry, I'm not one of those women who likes to gossip. By the way, I have an idea, which is a bit ridiculous. I don't dare to tell you, third brother..."

Yang Huazhong glanced at Yang Huaming and said, "Is there anything you have to say to me? Don't hesitate like a mother-in-law. Speak quickly."

Yang Huaming glanced at the door to make sure no outsiders came to visit that night, then he pulled the stool closer to Yang Huazhong and spoke his thoughts in a low voice.

"... After you left, third brother, I talked to my father for a while. The words became more and more unpleasant to me. I always said something to defend the old Zhang family, and I felt sorry for Mr. Huang every time.

You think our father is already at this age, so he’s not so ridiculous, right?”

Yang Huazhong was pouring tea when he suddenly heard Yang Huaming's words. His fingers shook and the tea in the teapot almost poured into his hands.

He quickly put the teapot aside and glared at Yang Huaming: "What are you talking about? Our father is seventy-three and can't say anything!"

Yang Huaming grinned awkwardly: "Third brother, this man is different from a woman. As long as he can walk and hold on to the wall, he will spend all his time thinking.

As a saying goes, gangsters don’t care about their age. During the years when I was wandering around outside, I often went to brothels to eat wine.

Good boy, I met a lot of old guys, and my grandson helped me there, and threw out a bag of silver, and girls of fifteen or sixteen years old rushed over to serve me..."

Yang Huazhong waved his hands with disgust on his face: "Okay, okay, don't mention those ridiculous things you did in the past to me. They are all bad things. Forget them!"

"Third brother, I don't want to remember it forever. When I talk to you, I don't want you to understand that those extravagant thoughts have nothing to do with age!"

Yang Huazhong's face was tense, and he poured tea in a muffled voice, drinking it in large gulps with thoughtful eyes.

After finishing the bowl in one breath, he slammed the empty bowl onto the table and said, "I hope you are overthinking it. If he really has those ridiculous ideas, I will sever the father-son relationship with him!"

…

In the morning, it was raining lightly and a little cold. Most of the villagers stayed at home, and there were few people outside.

Old Yangtou is an old man who can't sit still. He has to go out for a walk every day. No, when the rain subsided a little, he put on his bamboo hat and pushed his wheelchair out of the house.

When he came to the old maple tree at the entrance of the village, he saw a woman standing under the maple tree, holding a broken umbrella in her hand, facing the road at the entrance of the village, cursing with her eyes closed.

Old Yangtou stopped silently not far away and watched the woman scolding her. Every wrinkle on his face showed deep pity and sadness.

As long as Huang was scolding, Lao Yangtou was watching not far away. When Huang was tired and ready to go home, he turned around and saw Lao Yangtou sitting not far away and watching quietly.

she.

Huang was stunned for a moment, his eyes suddenly panicked and his face full of guilt.

I don’t know how long this damn old guy has been listening here?

Although I didn't mention her by name, everyone knew who she was scolding. Isn't this old man trying to embarrass themselves?

Thinking of this, Xiangzi's mother took a deep breath, turned away and pretended not to see Lao Yangtou, and walked straight back.

When she was passing by Lao Yangtou, she suddenly heard him calling her.

"Niece-in-law."

Huang was stunned for a moment. Is this old man calling himself?

"What are you doing?" she stopped and asked angrily.

Old Yangtou looked at Mr. Huang with gentle eyes and said seriously: "Don't come out to scold me when it's raining. Others won't hear you. If you get caught in the rain, it's your own body that gets hurt."

Ms. Huang was stunned. She thought the old man was trying to embarrass her. How did his words sound like he cared about her?

"Bah, you old guy, don't cry and pretend to be compassionate with this cat. It doesn't matter to you if I die of illness in the rain? Why don't you look at the younger generations of your old Yang family, who are bullying others, if they hadn't cooperated

If you gang up to bully our old Zhang family, my Xiangzi won’t be imprisoned in the back mountains. You old guy is pretending to be kind, and I won’t accept your favor. Bah..."

Mrs. Huang spat on the ground, cursed and walked away.

Old Yang turned his wheelchair around and looked at Huang's walking figure. There was no trace of anger on his face caused by the scolding.

On the contrary, his eyes narrowed, and something vivid flashed through his eyes that had been cloudy for many years, as if he was enjoying Huang's curses.

…

In the next few days, when Huang's women were bathing in the pond at the entrance of the village every morning, and when there were the most men carrying water, she would definitely appear there, holding a small horse and sitting there with her eyes closed, cursing nonsense.

Everyone was so used to it that they thought she was crazy and ignored her.

There was also an additional figure at the entrance of the village. Whenever Huang started her second sentence, that person would appear on time and listen patiently to the entire story. The person would leave just after Huang went home.

Yes, that person is Lao Yangtou.

All this cannot escape the keen eyes of the villagers.

"Huang is here to scold me again. I wonder if Old Yang will come to listen."

Early that morning, Huang started again. A woman washing nearby touched the arm of another woman next to her and asked in a low voice.

Before he finished speaking, there was the sound of a wheelchair creaking from the other side of the village, and then, Old Yangtou appeared.

The woman who spoke couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing, "This old man is really interesting. He comes here to listen to it every day. Are you treating this as a show?"

Another woman couldn't help but laugh: "Huang is scolding the third and fifth bedrooms of the old Yang family. Isn't this old man annoyed when he hears this every day?"

"You are so angry. If you were angry, you would have scolded me a long time ago. Look, he listens to it with great interest. He really treats it as a show!"

"What do you think this old man thinks? Why don't you feel angry at all when someone scolds your juniors like this? He's so open-minded!"

"I don't think he is open-minded. I think he is here for the Huang family."

"Why do you say that?"

"Look, he looked at Mrs. Huang without blinking. There was no trace of anger in his eyes, and he was smiling, as if he was trying to please Mrs. Huang."

"No way? Isn't that just an old coward?"

"Hey, you don't understand. I heard that Mrs. Huang used to sing with the village opera troupe for several years when she was a girl in her parents' family. Maybe this old man likes her voice."
Chapter completed!