“Auntie, on such a joyous day, why do you keep saying such unlucky things?” Yang Ruqing couldn’t help but ask.

"I know you're not feeling well, so your mood is naturally down. But you have to trust us, and trust the doctor. You just have a simple cough, nothing serious will happen. I don't allow you to say these unlucky things anymore, alright?" Yang Ruqing said with a hint of annoyance.

Wang Cuilian said, "Qinger, I know my own body best. These things, I won't tell your uncle, I'll only tell you."

Yang Ruqing was startled, then sat down beside the bed.

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

Wang Cuilian said, "My cough might not be an ordinary cough. It could be tuberculosis."

“My ancestors all had this illness. I was still in my mother's womb when my father died from it,”

My mother lived with me and my older brother. When my brother was sixteen, he was almost ready to get married. One winter, while working with villagers digging lotus roots, he caught a cold that lingered for a month before taking his life.

“My mother couldn't bear the blow and soon died as well. I became an orphan and wandered from place to place.”

"Later, I met Ah Mao's father. He took me back home and gave me a family. He even had Ah Mao with me."

"My father, Amo Dad, was a short-lived man. He didn't live for many years before he passed away, leaving me and Amo behind."

That spring, I thought the snow was over and the wolves had returned to the mountains. I took A Mao to the fields in the mountains to work.

“Ah Mao was taken away by wolves...” Saying this, Wang Cuilian lowered her head, tears streaming down her face.

Yang Ruqing also wiped away a tear.

As for the story of Ah Mao, Yang Ruoheng had heard it many times.

All this comes from what the villagers have said. This is the first time I've heard it from the person involved.

Although twenty years have passed, Yang Ruoqing can still feel Wang Cuilian's deep pain when she hears the story.

The child was snatched away by a wolf. When they were found, only a little shoe and two gnawed bones remained.

Wang Cuilian almost went crazy!

“Qinger, since I followed your uncle, it's been seven or eight years since I’ve dreamed of Father Mao and Mao.”

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

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

Wang Cuilian said: “I dreamt that they, the father and son, came to look for me. Amo said he missed his mother and wanted me to accompany him.”

“The dead man ahead of me also said he was here to pick me up,”

"Qing'er, my dear, I might really be leaving this time. I can't tell your uncle these things, I'm afraid he'll be heartbroken, and I'm afraid he'll scold me for talking nonsense because of my illness..."

“Auntie, you must still be sick, that's why your mind feels a bit muddled. Dreaming about them father and son is also normal because they used to be your closest family,” Yang Ruqing interrupted Wang Cuilian.

“All of this is because your body isn't well. Once your body gets better and you recover spiritually, everything will naturally be fine. Trust me,” Yang Ruqing added.

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

“I know my own body best, Qing'er. I'm telling you these things tonight because I want to ask you for a favor.” Wang Cuilian said.

"What's the matter? Just give me your orders, Auntie." Yang Ruqing said.

Wang Cuilian said: "Your uncle is a good man. If I were to go, the person I'd miss most would be him."

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“Over the past few years, living together with him, he has always let me take the lead and do as I please. He has made my life so easy and comfortable. I am truly grateful to him.”

After I'm done with that, remember to tell your uncle and Tang Ya Zi that I won't go into the Lao Luo family ancestral grave anymore, nor will I go to A Mao's father's side.

"Just bury me on any old hilltop. I'm a woman who has walked through two homes,"

“I have no face to go back to Ah Mao’s father, and I don’t want to occupy Lao Luo’s land. Your uncle isn’t very old. If I leave, remember to find a suitable woman for him, take care of him, wash his clothes, cook for him, and talk to him. That way, I’ll be at ease down below.”

"Auntie, please stop talking. I beg you, please just stop." Yang Ruqing's tears couldn't be held back any longer.

On New Year's Eve, one is not supposed to cry, but what grandma said sounded like she was settling her affairs.

"Qinger, don't cry. Auntie will tell you these words, and you remember them in your heart."

“By the way, under my bed in the old house, move the third brick, and you’ll find a small jar inside.”

“Over the past few years, your uncle has given me money to buy clothes, and you and Tang YaZi have also shown filial piety by giving me money. I've kept it all in that clay jar.”

“That's for my baby and Zhi, a little thought from your old grandma. Make sure you dig it out when the time comes!”

"No, no, no!" Yang Ruqing shook her head. "Auntie, please don't say any more, I beg you. You'll be fine, it's just a cough, it's just tuberculosis. If the county town doesn't work, we'll go to the prefecture, if the prefecture doesn't work, we'll go to Chang Huai Prefecture, and if Chang Huai Prefecture doesn't work, we'll go to the capital, we'll definitely be able to cure your illness!"

“Where did the children go?”

Yang Ruqing asked Luofeng Tang.

Luo Fengtang pointed with his finger at the sky above Yang Huazhong's courtyard next door. There, fireworks lit up one after another, illuminating the entire sky.

Just beyond the wall, one could hear the sound of children's laughter from time to time.

But Yang Ruqing couldn't laugh.

“Qing'er, what's wrong? Why do you look so troubled?”

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Luo Fengtang was rather superficial about everything else, much like countless other men. However, when interacting with Yang Ruqing, he displayed an unusual sensitivity to her subtle emotional shifts.

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Yang Ruqing knew she couldn't hide it from him, so she said: "Big Mom told me not to tell you guys, but after thinking about it, I still don't want to keep it a secret from you."

“What did Grandma say?” Luo Fengtang straightened his face. He was about to take her next door to watch the fireworks, but now all other matters could wait.

"You told me, you're not allowed to keep things bottled up inside. If there's something bothering you, let's figure it out together," Luofengtang continued.

Yang Ruqing then closed the door and told Luofengtang exactly what Wang Cuilian had said before.

Luo Fengtang's brows furrowed, "There's a saying, 'Know your fate.' I'm thinking, Grandma wouldn't say these things for no reason. She must know something about her own body..."

Yang Ruqing said, “Perhaps it's just that Auntie is sensitive, but no matter what, I have to find a way to save her.”

"The auntie isn't very old, she's only in her early forties, and the uncle is only just over fifty,"

They should have plenty of good days ahead of them. They can't just...just give up like this...

Then, Yang Ruqing couldn't go on.

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Humans are social animals. Even if you have children and offspring, without a partner, you will always feel like something is missing.

Over the past few years, with the company of Aunt Wang Cuilian, Uncle Luo Tiejiang's spirit and energy have noticeably improved compared to before.

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