Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

Qin Huairu has been devoted to the old guy for these years, and it is true that it will not be able to change overnight.

Coupled with the fact that after becoming a widow, she dragged five children under her hands, it seemed that these children would not agree to marry her so happily.

There is still a long way to go!

Although Silly Zhu felt it was difficult, the most difficult Song Qingshan had died, and now he saw a little light.

"You're right. I'm the first uncle in the courtyard. Someone died in our courtyard. I have to come forward."

"Go and have a look."

"But Zhuzi, when you get to the place, you must act according to my face. If I don't say anything, you can't act rashly."

Yi Zhonghai stood up from his chair.

Then he looked at Sha Zhu seriously and gave a command.

He was too worried that silly Zhuhu was coming.

"Don't worry, godfather." Sha Zhu grinned, then pushed his godfather Yi Zhonghai to the backyard impatiently.

"Dad, my dad."

"Why are you still sitting here peacefully? Old man Song is completely dead this time."

Song Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Jiecheng ran home with wind on his feet, and saw his own father, Yan Bugui, still wrapped in a quilt and sitting on a chair.

he shouted emotionally.

"Really, are you dying?" Yan Bugui's eyes widened when he heard the news.

"I can see with my own eyes that now Qin Huairu and a few other children are crying, not to mention how sad that scene was."

"When I came, I saw the second uncle, and the first uncle has already passed away, so you, the third uncle, are missing."

"Go quickly."

Yan Jiecheng grinned until the back of his head, pulling his father to run outside.

"Let's go."

Yan Bugui smiled all over his face, pushed back the quilt wrapped around his body, and followed his son out of the house.

When the cold wind blew, he shivered.

But I can't take care of it.

"The old man who was pressing on the heads of our three uncles is finally gone this time."

Yan Bugui smiled as he ran, looking as if he was several years younger.

"Xu Damao, are you still in front of the house?"

The father and son of the Yan family quickly ran to the backyard. Seeing that Xu Damao was still standing at the door of the house, Yan Jiecheng couldn't help asking.

"It's time to go to you, leave me alone." Xu Damao cursed angrily.

He already knew about Old Man Song dying.

But still stick to his plan.

The old man will not turn into ashes, and he will not jump in the past. This is his bottom line.

"Oh, I think you are not a grandson enough."

Yan Jiecheng cursed back.

Then he ignored Xu Damao, he raised his eyes and saw that his own father, Yan Bugui, had already run to the door of old man Song's house.

Yan Jiecheng hurriedly chased after him.

Xu Damao just wanted to go back to the house.

Looking sideways, I saw Jia Dongxu's grandson sneaking his head out in the corridor and looking back.

The two looked at each other.

"Xu Damao, what's the situation now?"

At the beginning.

Neither of them spoke, after all, the two of them have been the most ugly in the yard recently.

It's like losing all face.

The enemy was extremely jealous when they met, and the two shameless people could not speak a word when they met.

But Jia Dongxu was just too curious.

Couldn't help but ask.

"Old man Song died, go over and let his children call you father!"

Xu Damao had a smirk on his face.

"Your uncle." Jia Dongxu was not fooled by him at all, although he was happy after hearing this sentence.

But the living Song Qingshan was afraid of him.

The dead are even more afraid.

After scolding Xu Damao, he ran back home.

"It's really mud that can't support the wall."

Xu Damao looked at Jia Dongxu's running back, looking down on him from the bottom of his heart.

Don't look at him being beaten by silly pillars all day long.

But sometimes I still admire Shazhu's ability to bend and stretch, and despite the white eyes of the people in the hospital, he recognized Yi Zhonghai as his godfather in the yard five years ago.

At the same time, one mouthful and one godfather called each other closer than real father.

Even if he was scolded as a white-eyed wolf behind his back, he recognized another godfather before his own father died.

Silly Zhu still acts like a normal person all day long.

See who doesn't like it, just beat him up, pat his ass and leave when he's done, and Yi Zhonghai will clean up the mess behind him.

It's much more joyful than living alone.

Sometimes Xu Damao is very envious.

He glanced at the backyard, where the three uncles were carrying Song Qingshan into the coffin.

Behind him are Lou Xiaoe and Qin Huairu.

And a bunch of kids.

Xu Damao walked around the yard, wanting to take a closer look.

As a result, I just opened my eyes and looked carefully.

Xu Damao's face changed drastically in an instant, and he ran home as if he had seen a ghost.

Trembling like a sieve.

Just now.

He actually saw old man Song's pale face smiling at him.

It's so frightening! ! !

"Illusion, it must be an illusion." Xu Damao got into bed and covered himself with a quilt.

The hairs all over his body exploded.

The smile just now was deeply imprinted in his mind, don't let Song Qingshan slash it.

the other side.

"The three uncles acted as filial sons and worked together to carry old man Song into the coffin. It really gave the sky a big face."

"Who in our courtyard can have such an honor?"

"It can be seen that the three uncles are all filial people, I admire them from the bottom of my heart."

The people in the yard watched helplessly as the three uncles carried Song Qingshan into the coffin.

This time, everything was completely relieved.

"It's a bit strange, just a few children cried a few times, why didn't Qin Huairu and Qin Jingru cry?"

"Lou Xiao'e didn't cry either."

"Why is she crying? At best, she's a little girl and doesn't have much affection for the old man. It doesn't matter whether she cries or not."

"Maybe it's because you're worrying about the future, why bother crying?"

"Oh, I guess they've already figured out how to retreat."

"Qin Huairu's life has been so good these past few years. You can see that this little face is full of water. She will definitely not be able to live a hard life in the future. She probably will remarry soon."

"That makes sense."

Everyone followed Qin Huairu and whispered for a while.

"The old man has passed away."

Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, Yan Bugui and Song Qingshan were safely put into the coffin.

Silly Zhu shouted from the side.

"Pillar."

Yi Zhonghai turned his head and glared at Shazhu, and when he came, he was reminded not to talk too much.

As a result, it was forgotten in a blink of an eye.

"Master Yi, everyone is already lying in the coffin, why are you still staring at Shazhu, you are right."

Someone stood up to defend Shazhu.

Shazhu smiled awkwardly.

He also saw that Qin Huairu didn't look too sad, and he was in a good mood for a while.

Then I couldn't help shouting.

"Qin Huairu, your man is lying in the coffin now, no one will stand up for you now, right?"

"We have a bill to settle."

As soon as Song Qingshan entered the coffin, Second Aunt jumped out and looked at Qin Huairu with gloomy eyes and said.

"Losing money, how many clothes have been washed for your family these days, one yuan per piece of clothing, lose money."

"Also, my old Yan spent 30 yuan to go to the hospital a few days ago, not a penny less."

The third aunt followed closely behind.

"And our family. Some time ago, we put both our grandparents and grandchildren in prison. This account will not be settled by your family. How many times have these old guys injured me? There is not a penny of medical expenses. Sorry, this time we should settle the matter."

"There is also the matter of stabbing my grandson's hand. If you don't pay 200 yuan today, I will never end with you."

Jiazhang's lion opened his mouth wide, stood up and pointed at Qin Huairu's nose viciously and cursed.

"There is also the matter of letting us slap ourselves. Each slap costs one yuan. I slapped myself fifteen times in total, and it costs 15 yuan..."

"I am ten."

"The year before last, your man beat you up because you said a few words about your child. The hospital spent 20 yuan. Today, your family must pay for it."

"Losing money, losing money quickly."

Seeing that the two aunts stood up and demanded compensation from Qin Huairu, other people in the courtyard rushed to shout.

Qin Huairu's face was as frosty.

A pair of eyes looked at everyone coldly, without saying a word.

The same is true for Lou Xiaoe.

Qin Jingru's little face was flushed with anger, and she wanted to curse, but her cousin didn't speak, so she just endured it.

The three of them just kept a few children in the middle.