Zhang Lanzhen saw Yang Donghu wrapped up thickly and touched his hand. "It's okay, not cold. You have to be careful now, otherwise you'll get sick and can't take medicine, so you'll have to endure it, which is very painful. Are your dry heaves better? Ask Aunt Cuilan to stew the white fungus with red dates and wolfberries. It's autumn and it's hot, and white fungus moistens the lungs and nourishes."
"Thank you for your concern, auntie. I feel much better now." Yang Donghu smiled gently.
The adults were talking outside, and the three little brothers forgot everyone else when they saw each other. They held hands and went to Yang Donghu's house to see the little shoes that their aunt had just made yesterday.
Zhao Fangyu stared at Yang Anjin as if he had a lot to say, but he was blocked by the other two and could not say a word. He could only watch the three of them go into the house.
The red curtains on the bed in the room were still hanging, reflecting the bright red wedding quilt inside. The whole room was still as festive as the day of the wedding. It was difficult to see what was going on inside the bed, but Yang Anjin had heard from his mother that the wedding quilt on Yang Donghu's wedding was embroidered very beautifully. There were many people and things to do that day, so he didn't have time to take a closer look.
He is free today, but this is not Yang Donghu's bed after all, so he can't just open it.
"An Jin, why are you standing there? Come and sit down."
Yang Donghu placed salty sour plums and candied fruits on the table and asked Yang Anjin to come and sit down.
"The decoration here is really nice," Yang Anjin sat down, picked up a sour plum and put it in his mouth, wrinkling his nose at the strange taste.
Yang Donghu smiled, holding a sour plum in his mouth: "It won't be long before you have it too."
Thinking of her own marriage, Yang Anjin's cheeks flushed. She didn't follow his words, but as a good friend, she was concerned about his health: "You've lost a lot of weight, but your belly hasn't changed at all. Is there really a baby here?"
"It's only been two months. It should be gradually noticeable in a few months." Yang Donghu didn't feel that he had changed at all. He saw that Yunqiao's belly was particularly obvious at that time. Zhu Cuilan said that it would take five months to see it.
It's not just Yang Donghu who suffered. Zhao Fangchu also lost some weight. Seeing him like this, Yang Anjin became afraid before he even got married.
"Oh, by the way, my mother made a little dress for your doll. It's outside. I'll go get it and show it to you. I'm not sure of the size, but my mother decided it. But I did the embroidery. It's a little tiger, according to the doll's zodiac sign."
Yang Anjin hurried out of the door and came back with a small red dress in his hand. He spread out the embroidery on the dress and asked Yang Donghu to see it. His embroidery had been approved by Zhu Cuilan, and the cute tiger on the dress looked lifelike.
Yang Donghu has recently taken a particular liking to these children's clothes. Just looking at them makes his heart melt: "Your embroidery is so beautiful."
"I see your embroidery is much more beautiful than before." Yang Anjin took a look at the embroidery that Yang Donghu had used for practice and said, "Practice slowly. When the baby is born, you will be able to make clothes for your own baby."
Zhao Fangchu was quietly eating candies and listening to their conversation. Yang Anjin looked at him and thought of many things. Yang Anchen had been worried these past two days, and the Zhao family preferred quietness recently and didn't often go out to listen to gossip outside, so he had no idea what had happened in the Yang family.
"By the way, did you know that Yang Chunxue ran away?"
Yang Anjin lowered his voice when he spoke. The old lady had a bad day today and did not go out. She was now resting in another room. After all, he was the old lady's blood relative, and blood was thicker than water and difficult to separate. Even if she didn't say it on the surface, she would always feel sad if she knew the bad things her son and grandson had done.
Yang Donghu nodded. He still learned about this from Zhang Baoyu. That was also the last time he heard about Yang Chunxue. However, the Yang family did not make trouble in front of him, so Yang Donghu did not ask what happened to them afterwards.
"She was found by Yang Yaoguang a few days ago. I heard that she had left the city and was hiding in a nunnery. The Yang family father and son couldn't find her and were almost driven crazy by the debts forced by the Zhang family. As soon as they got the news, they rushed there without stopping and caught her in the nunnery. Li Shangcai was crippled but still alive. Master Zhang still gave them a way out. Yang Chunxue is now facing those two crippled scums every day in the Zhang family. I heard that she is a little mentally unstable and keeps shouting for people to let her go."
Yang Donghu thought of Yang Chunxue's previous arrogance. Although she was domineering and annoying, he couldn't help but sigh that a good girl was paired with such a villain.
"Everyone has their own destiny. She brought this upon herself and cannot blame anyone else," Yang Donghu did not want to know about Yang Chunxue's miserable situation. However, the most hateful people were Yang Yaoguang and his son. They had harmed so many people, yet they were still alive and well. It was truly despicable.
"She brought this upon herself, but she still wanted to ask my brother to rescue her. My brother ignored her, so she cursed her every day. His words were so harsh, and also..."
Yang Anjin looked at Yang Donghu, swallowed the rest of his words and stopped talking.
"What else?" Yang Donghu was puzzled.
Yang Anjin hesitated for a moment, looking a little worried: "You asked Baoyu to help find a man named Liu Guiyuan, and now there is news."
"Really? What about that person? Is he dead or alive?"
This matter has always been a huge stone weighing on Yang Donghu's heart. Cao'er is pitiful. He has lost his family and is wandering alone in search of old friends. He has never stopped trying to find out the news. He is living like a walking corpse. Liu Guiyuan is his hope. Now he can finally get his reward after all the suffering.
Yang Donghu grabbed Yang Anjin and wanted to know what happened next, but he saw that Yang Anjin's face was not very good.
Anyone who heard about Cao'er's life story and experiences would feel distressed, and Yang Anjin was no exception. However, he didn't know whether the news he had just heard from Zhang Baoyu was good or not.
"He's alive, but his brain is damaged. He can't remember anything from the past. Not only did he forget who Cao'er was, he forgot himself too. Baoyu sent someone to look for him, and he said his name was Wen'en, and he even had a wife who wasn't married to him."
"What!" The three people present knew everything about Cao'er. Except for Yang Anjin, the other two screamed in unison, as if they couldn't believe it.
"What do you mean by forgot? He forgot everything? Not even a single bit?" Yang Donghu slammed the table and stood up, his voice getting louder uncontrollably.
Yang Anjin was a little frightened by his slap. After coming to his senses, he quickly helped the man sit down: "Oh, I should have known not to tell you. Don't get excited. It would be bad if you get angry. Sit down and I will talk to you slowly."
Zhao Fangchu also patted his back to calm him down and reached out to pour him a glass of water.
"So, does Cao'er know about these things? How did he react? Did anyone come back?"
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