Yang Ziru's question was made by Yang Daxiong, and Yang Ziru changed her face instantly.

Du Feng is here too, how could she not know?

"Zi Ru, why don't you talk? I remember you and Du Feng are pretty good? I haven't had time to see him yet, tomorrow! I'll go there early in the morning." Yang Daxiong picked up the teacup and took a sip, and said in the duck's voice.

The older generation pays great attention to the rules of visiting patients. They must be in the early morning, even in the afternoon, which is extremely bad, and there are many meanings.

Yang Junhao kept winking at his second uncle. Not only did Yang Daxiong not understand what he was trying to express, he frowned and asked, "Junhao, what's wrong with your eyes?"

Yang Junhao shook his head helplessly: "Uncle Second, we just came back from the hospital. Sister Zi Ru is in a bad mood. Let's not talk about Uncle Feng for now?"

"Oh! It's nothing. Du Feng is very lucky and there will be no trouble!" Yang Daxiong laughed, comforting Yang Ziru in his words, as if he thought Yang Ziru was depressed after seeing Du Feng's injury.

"He almost died tonight." Yang Ziru shook her head in pain.

Her words immediately caused an uproar, and the Yang family widened their eyes.

Yang Fujia asked anxiously: "What's going on? Is the diseased?"

"I was the one who caused him to get angry. I don't know what happened. Anyway, he fell and touched the wound. If someone had not been in the hospital for treatment immediately, it would have been over." Yang Ziru became more and more sad as she spoke. In front of so many people, she couldn't help but wipe her eyes.

"Sister Ziru, you said he almost disappeared, which means he is still fine now, don't be sad!" Su Su whispered to comfort him.

Mrs. Yang and Yang Qian looked at each other, but they couldn't get in and didn't know what to say at all.

"Junhao! You explain the matter clearly, I'm so anxious!" Yang Fu's family waved their hands, but they couldn't do it calmly.

Yang Junhao did not dare to be negligent and told the whole story about the cause and effect. Everyone was panicked and their faces were pale.

"It's so thrilling!" Yang Fujia sighed: "You shouldn't have come back, just stay in the hospital."

"Uncle Feng's ward is not allowed to enter casually, and even I don't allow it. Now Wanting is in the hospital, so we can rest assured." Yang Junhao lowered his head, and he was still regretting his stupidity.

However, bringing Yang Ziru to her must be a good thing in the eyes of others, and Du Feng will definitely feel at ease, but the result is completely opposite.

"It's getting late, I'll take Ziru back to my room to rest." Yang Qian stood up, walked to Yang Ziru, and smiled slightly: "Ziru, go to my room to sleep!"

The two left the living room, and the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared on the stairs leading to the second floor.

Except for the two of them, the others did not retreat. Just now, they learned that Du Feng was injured again, and the Yang family couldn't help but feel worried about him.

Yang Fu's family waved to Yang Junhao with a stern face and signaled him to sit closer.

Yang Junhao was a little surprised. Since he became sensible, it seemed that his father had never acted intimately like this again.

Although he was puzzled, he still stood up and sat down near Yang Fu's house.

"Junhao, do you think what you did today is right or wrong?" Yang Fu's tone was calm, without any sign of criticism.

"I don't know! It felt like a good thing, but now it seems that it's really a big mistake!" Yang Junhao sighed, his brows almost twisted.

Yang Daxiong interrupted: "I think it's a good thing! It's a good thing for anyone to see."

"But it's really not a good thing!" Yang Fujia sighed, glanced at Yang Junhao, and said with a kind look: "You must ask clearly next time, otherwise good things will be messed up."

"I understand!" Yang Junhao nodded, still in a bad mood.

"Du Feng is so weird. How angry do you think he is when he sees Zi Ru? I clearly saw that they often go out in and out in Q City, but why did they suddenly become enemies?" Yang Daxiong muttered.

"Did they have had a conflict before? Maybe Ziru did something to be sorry for him." Mrs. Yang speculated that after living at such an old age, many things were thought out very well, and life was short, and many reasons and consequences between young people were nothing more than these.

"I think Sister Ziru is not that kind of person." Xiaman said it was impossible. Yang Ziru was both kind and understanding, and that shameful thing would not happen to her.

"Sister Zi Ru has always been single. She has never even had a boyfriend in the past six months." Yang Junhao said.

"That's strange! Could it be that Du Feng is dissatisfied with the difficulty of meeting each other?" Mrs. Yang continued to guess, thinking about all the possible factors in her mind.

"This is Uncle Feng's own decision. He came out by himself instead of other reasons. No wonder Sister Ziru." Yang Junhao knew this very well. Du Feng himself was a person who likes loneliness and had a very introverted personality.

"Okay! I suspect what I am doing? You women just talk too much, and it's really unreasonable to talk about them behind their backs! Go to bed!" Yang Fu's family waved their hands: "Let's go! I want to say a few words to Big Bear alone."

The group gradually dispersed and returned to their rooms. Only the Yang Fu family and Yang Daxiong brothers were left in the living room.

"Big Bear! I heard Junhao say that you live in Linhai Villa and live a miserable life alone, right?" Yang Fu's family sighed. His family was harmonious, but Yang Daxiong was much more miserable.

"Haha! That's just Junhao's opinion! I think it's very good!" Yang Daxiong replied with a smile.

"You kid has not been together frequently in recent years. His cheerful personality was no longer here." Yang Fu's family shook his head slightly. Who is he? Although Yang Daxiong was full of red face when he spoke, the invisible and intangible pain behind him could not hide it.

"Character can be changed. I admit that since my wife disappeared, I have become more and more bored every day." Yang Daxiong nodded and admitted that he was better at work, but once he waited to come home from get off work, the empty big house made him extremely lonely. Looking at the unchanging decoration of the room, he would never see the busy figure again, and his mood would instantly plummet, as empty as this huge empty house.

Yang Fu's family filled him with tea and smiled and said, "I don't think so. I'll find someone to take over the local business in Q City. Where are you! I'm here. Now my health is getting worse day by day. I'm really helping me. Brother will be very happy."

"Brother! What do you say about your sick doctor? Is there any possibility of rushing?" Yang Daxiong had a faint sadness on his face. The eldest brother beside him has always been the person he respects the most.

There is no need to elaborate on the relationship between Yang Fu family and him, and the Yang Fu family never hides anything from him. Just like his illness, when he learned of the advanced stage of lung cancer, the first thing Yang Fu family said was to tell him by phone.

"It's late! There's no cure, I can only wait for death!" Yang Fu's family is no longer as sad as before. He faces death calmly. He is a brave man.

"Brother!" Yang Daxiong couldn't help sobbing. A man over fifty years old had tears more than gold.

There is no other possibility that can make him cry except for the friendship between brothers and sisters.

Yang Fujia smiled slightly: "Why are you crying? Who are you still crying at your age?"

"Brother, if you hadn't brought me with me for so many years, I might have been moving bricks in my hometown kiln factory. I still remember the scene when you came to me that afternoon." Yang Daxiong smiled bitterly, memories are often beautiful.

Since graduating, Yang Daxiong has been working in his hometown kiln factory. In real brick kilns, moving bricks and pushing bricks are actually a hard work, and his income is even less.

At that time, Yang Fu's family was eighteen years old and Yang Daxiong was seventeen years old. Their fathers were brothers, and they were cousins.

From childhood to adulthood, the closest person Yang Daxiong is in addition to his parents is the Yang Fu family. Yang Fu family has been smart since childhood, but he is not lucky and failed the college entrance examination.

After a year of depression, he was unwilling to accept his fate.

The idea of ​​the old family is like an example of shearing a wool. Be a coolie and farm to save money to marry a wife and have children. Then the child gradually grows up and takes over the mantle and farms to save money to marry a wife. This is how people from generation to generation come.

Those who are capable will be forced to receive circular education by the elderly if they get into college and go to big cities, but if they don’t get into the exam.

At that time, going out to work was despised. It was better to farm at home than to be bullied and roll your eyes when you go out.

But Yang Fu's family didn't think so. After thinking for a while, he stopped Yang Daxiong who had returned from the brick kiln factory that afternoon.

"Do you still remember what I said to you? Let's hear the first sentence!" Yang Fujia laughed and said, "He also remembered the past in his mind."

"You said that my brother took you out to make a fortune, would you go?" Yang Daxiong said.

"What did you say?" Yang Fu's family handed him a cigarette.

"I said where to get rich? We don't know anything but have no skills, so the same is true where to go." Yang Daxiong replied.

"I said you are just a low-sighted boy. Can you drive a car with a farm? Can you have a beautiful wife with a farm? Can you have a promising farm?" Yang Fujia deeply remembered the conversation between the two at that time.

"I said you have the final say, I've always listened to you." Yang Daxiong's tone seemed to be seventeen or eighteen years old, playful and cute.

"I said we'll go to Shanghai. You'll go back and clean up now. Don't tell anyone. Leave a letter on the table. Let's go sneakily, I'll wait for you here." Yang Fujia couldn't help but wipe his tears when he said this.

At that time, even he himself was unsure. The convenient place he dreamed of was this beach, where there were ways to make money everywhere, but there were also countless coolies working for others.

In a few simple words, the two of them came to Shanghai after many twists and turns to their dreams, and set foot on the city, with their pockets already empty.

"Thinking about the days I just came, it's so sad!" Yang Daxiong shook his head repeatedly and sighed.

"Brother, I have never lie to you. We have never talked so much intimately for so many years. Now, let me tell you, have all the promises I made back then been fulfilled?" Yang Fu's family sat upright and laughed.
Chapter completed!