"Dad, it looks like it's going to rain."
Yao Jinhui carried Old Madam Yao on his back and glared at the gray sky with his teeth bared.
He had just heard several loud thunderclaps, so it looked like Emperor Wu of Liang’s prayer for rain would be successful this time.
"Fuck!"
Yao Hai replied casually.
He frowned as he looked at the road ahead, his brows suddenly furrowed.
All the people and refugees near the capital went to watch the rain-praying ceremony. He took his family from the farm and turned from a small road to the official road, but he didn't meet anyone.
Why are there suddenly a group of people in front?
"Son, put me down. I will walk by myself."
Old Lady Yao looked at her son, who was exhausted and panting, with pity, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.
She wasn't so old that she couldn't walk, but the old man insisted that his son carry her on his back.
I don’t know what’s wrong with that old man.
When all the people in the capital were attending the rain-praying ceremony, he insisted on going to her parents' home.
She hasn't been back to her parents' home for four or five years.
My mother's home is at the East City Gate, and it takes about 10 days to get there by boat and car. I can't bear it as I'm old.
The key point is that there is no one left in her family to care about, as her father and mother passed away a few years ago.
She doesn't have a good relationship with her eldest brother and his family.
"Mom, I'm not tired!"
Yao Jinhui grinned, "The ground is covered with pebbles. Don't come down here to walk."
"My father and I are both martial artists. Our soles are very thick, so we are not afraid of pain."
"Hiss~"
Yao Jinhui was speaking when he stepped on a sharp pebble, and the pain made his eyebrows stand up.
Old Madam Yao's brows knitted in pain.
"What's wrong? Did it hurt?!"
Yao Hai listened to his wife's anxious voice and rolled his eyes in anger.
"He's a grown man, not that delicate."
Really, why would his own wife feel sorry for his stinky son when she doesn’t feel sorry for him?
The son will naturally have a daughter-in-law to take care of him in the future.
"Hiss, ouch~"
Yao Hai looked at his wife with a sidelong look and quickly pretended to step on a stone, grimacing in pain.
Mrs. Yao was about to kill the old man, but when she saw his distorted expression, she felt distressed.
"Dahai, what's wrong?"
"Ouch~~" Yao Hai hopped twice on one foot, with a bitter face.
"It's okay, it's okay, I just stepped on a rock, don't worry, ma'am~"
“Ouch~~”
Yao Hai said he was fine, but he kept groaning.
He saw that his wife's attention had returned to him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.
hey-hey!
His wife still feels sorry for him.
"Son, put me down quickly. Your father's foot is injured. I'll go take a look."
Old Madam Yao was extremely anxious when she saw Yao Hai's painful expression.
Yao Jinhui looked at his father's pretentious appearance speechlessly.
Ever since he could remember, his father had always used this method to win favor.
He and his sister were completely an accident, his parents were the true love.
Yao Jinhui just stopped and was about to let his mother get down, when Yao Hai came back to him with a quick step, stretched out his hand and directly held down the man who was about to get his wife down.
"Wife, I'm fine. I just poked it once. It will be fine after the pain wears off."
"Are you really okay?!" Old Madam Yao's eyes fell on Yao Hai's feet and she frowned slightly.
"It's really okay, look!" Yao Hai said as he stomped his feet firmly on the ground twice.
"Pa~" Yao Hai slapped Yao Jinhui's butt out of curiosity, "What are you standing there for? Hurry and walk."
Yao Jinhui felt a numb pain in his buttocks, rolled his eyes speechlessly, and resigned himself to his fate and continued walking forward.
Yao Hai followed Yao Jinhui with his teeth bared, holding his wife's arm with one hand and pointing forward with the other hand.
"Look, there seems to be a group of people ahead. See if you recognize them."
Yao Hai squinted his eyes and took a look. They all seemed to be women.
He didn't meet anyone else along the way, and suddenly these people appeared out of nowhere. He suspected that they were Wan Yuandong's family.
But he had no impression of the women in Wan Yuandong's family.
"Let me see." Old Madam Yao stretched her neck and looked forward.
The person in front was more than ten feet away from them, and she couldn't see him clearly.
"Huh~~?"
Madam Yao frowned in confusion.
"I looked at the woman holding the child. Why does her walk look a bit like Yuan Qiying?"
"Yuan Qiying's grandson is about the same age."
She is quite familiar with Yuan Qiying, and they often go to the temple together to burn incense.
So she was quite familiar with Yuan Qiying's back.
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