After hearing what Yang Yongjin said, Yang Ruoqing took a look near the mourning hall. Good guy, there was really no one in the mourning hall.

The place where Taoist priests perform rituals is also located in front of the mourning hall. There is a half-old Eight Immortals table. There is a chair with a backrest on the Eight Immortals table, and a box covered with black cloth is placed on the chair.

Yang Ruoqing recognized at a glance that both the Eight Immortals table and the chairs with backrests were moved from the room where Yang Yongxian lived in the old house.

For more than twenty years, Yang Yongxian sat on this chair, leaned on this table, read, read, and practiced calligraphy, growing from a child to a teenager, and then from a teenager to a young man.

From a person with positive and ambitious views, he gradually evolved into what he became later...

This table and chairs will probably be burned if we move them out tonight and do these things.

Not only that, but many of the things Yang Yongxian left in that room should also be burned.

Let him take away all his things.

"Second brother, you and Tang Yazi can go back and grab a few bites of food together. I'll watch here first," Yang Ruoqing suggested.

Yang Yongjin hesitated.

Luo Fengtang rejected the proposal, "This is not good and is not in line with the rules!"

Yang Ruoqing knew his true intention.

If he was really a person who did everything according to the rules, he would not be able to achieve what he is today, and he would not be able to reach the heights he is today.

To put it bluntly, he was worried about leaving her alone to guard the mourning hall at night.

Yang Yongjin also reacted quickly, so he decisively rejected Yang Ruoqing's kindness.

"No, you can go back. They will finish their supper later and the Taoist team will come over. I have to stay and wait for them. Maybe, I don't have time to eat the supper this time. I can wait until tomorrow!"

This eldest brother, as the eldest of the grandsons of the old Yang family, did not leave a positive image and set an example for his younger brothers and sisters, and could not become a highly respected person in the hearts of the younger generations. On the contrary, during his lifetime, all relatives and friends in the family passed away.

It will also make everyone suffer.

Not lovable, not lovable at all.

Even Yang Yongjin, his compatriot brother, is full of complaints, let alone others?

Everyone was purely out of love for Lao Yangtou, the Tan family, and the Jin family, and couldn't bear their heartache.

In this case, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang returned to the third room of Lao Yang's house together.

On the way, Yang Ruoqing said to Luo Fengtang: "I made you egg fried rice and baked sweet potato tarts. She enjoyed them very much."

Luo Fengtang smiled and nodded, "Okay, Qing'er, you are tired."

"Hey, when you say this, she is also my daughter. You are the one, hey!"

Luo Fengtang smiled.

It is true that he loves his daughter, but it is not false that he loves his wife!

"When you get back tomorrow, I'll give you a shoulder squeeze."

"What do you mean? You can't come back tonight?"

"Well, I discussed it with my father-in-law and the others before. After all, they are elderly people. It's better not to sit at night in such a cold weather. Let me and Da'an, as well as several brothers-in-law and brothers-in-law come to sit at night. Father-in-law and fourth uncle

Uncle Wu and the others should all go back and rest!"

Yang Ruoqing understood.

"You are the grandson-in-law of the old Yang family, not the grandson. In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't go to sit in the night," she said.

There is no need to go to Zuoyi on Yeyi, just go to Dabao.

Chen Biao and Liu Xueyun were no longer on the list for the night, because Kang Xiaozi and Tiedan left.

In the same way, Dabai and Xiaohei from Lao Wang's family didn't even come over for dinner. After the banquet at noon and the funeral, Yang Huamei was left here to accompany Tan while the rest of Lao Wang's family went back.

So if Luo Fengtang doesn’t go to sit at night, there’s no problem at all!

However, Luo Fengtang insisted on going.

Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment, and this time she really understood.

"I understand, you are doing it for Xiao An!"

Xiaoan is still in Qing'an County and has not returned.

It's not that Xiao An didn't come back on purpose, but because Niu Niu was coming back to the village in the first month of the year.

Originally, I was planning to come back on two days like the second and fourth day of the Lunar New Year, but in the end, it happened to coincide with the funeral of Yang Yongxian!

So Yang Huazhong, Daan, Yang Ruoqing and others made a plan to ask Xiaoan to postpone his return for a few days, until the sixth day of the lunar month.

Funerals and happy events must be held separately.

Moreover, after returning from the sixth day of the lunar month, Xiao An can catch up with Yang Yongxian's first seventh day in a few days. Xiao An can also go to the mountain to burn incense and fulfill his cousin's obligations.

How should I put it, death is a big deal. Even though Yang Yongxian was like that, the living people in the family would try their best to organize the funeral as smoothly as possible.

I will not deliberately interfere with Yang Yongxian's death.

"The best brother-in-law in the world, that's fine, but you should go home before going to bed for the night, remember!"

"good!"

…

Towards midnight, Luo Fengtang came back.

He moved lightly, fearing to wake up Yang Ruoqing and the two children who were sleeping in the bedroom.

Then, he saw a note on the table in the small hall next to the dormitory.

On the note was Yang Ruoqing's handwriting: "Soak your feet in hot water. The hot water is in the jar on the table. The footbath and handkerchief are under the table."

"Change into a pair of clean shoes and socks. The socks and shoes are next to the stool."

Luo Fengtang put down the note, looked to the side, and found every object she mentioned.

He sat down, took off his shoes and socks that had become cold from the cold, rolled up his trousers, put his stiff feet in the hot water basin, and couldn't help but let out a long breath of comfort...

When the sky was bright, Yang Ruoqing got up.

She glanced at the hourglass next to the bed to calculate the time. At this time, it should be half an hour before Yang Yongxian's funeral. From the direction of the village ancestral hall, the sounds of firecrackers and gongs and drums were heard.

Obviously, the last ritual ceremony is in full swing.

Yang Ruoqing tucked the quilt and tent for the two little guys, washed up, and went to the small hall next door to prepare to pack away the shoes and socks he had changed last night and pour out the water for washing feet.

Then I found that the foot-washing water had been poured out, the shoes and socks were neatly placed at the door, and the dirty socks were stuffed into the shoes.

On the table, the note she left for him last night was still there, but there was an emoticon on it.

It is two stars with an arrow passing through them.

The moment Yang Ruoqing saw this picture, her fingers froze slightly. The next moment, her nose was slightly sore, the corners of her mouth were raised, and her eyes were red.

After so many years, does he still remember the icon of two arrows piercing the heart?

This was not long after she traveled to this time and space. Once, when she and he were digging tree bark in the mountains, taking a break to eat roasted sweet potatoes, she was bored and taught him how to draw on the ground with tree branches.

After so many years, she thought he had forgotten it long ago, but to her surprise, he always remembered it!

Silly!

Hidden deeply!
Chapter completed!