This fake daughter deserves to be spoiled

This is a small town, and 80.00% of the people in the town have the surname Yang.

This is also Yang Chuyue's hometown, although she only has few memories of this hometown, and it is not good.

Although Mama Yang said that she was born and raised in this small town, and that she didn’t go to the county until she was five years old. hug you.

Yang Chuyue didn't have any impression of these things. Before this time, her impressions of this town were grandma's funeral and the annual Qingming Festival.

After my grandma passed away, she was sent back here for a funeral, and was finally buried on the mountain behind the town. I heard that the Yang family was buried on that mountain, so every year during the Ching Ming Festival, everyone would go to the mountain to visit the grave together. , and set up a flowing water mat in the ancestral hall together.

Ever since Yang Chuyue could remember, she would come here every Qingming Festival. When she was younger, she came here with her father and grandfather, and when she was older, she came here as a family.

But this time, Grandpa passed away and was sent back here in the end.

Yang Chuyue cried for a long time before she found out how grandpa got there from Yang's mother.

Grandpa Yang moved to live with them after the old leg disease relapsed. Now that the weather has warmed up, his leg doesn't hurt as much. Yesterday morning he went to the old community where he lived alone. Want to pick up some old stuff.

Unexpectedly, when I went there, my house happened to be stolen.

The thief turned his head and ran away. Grandpa Yang just wanted to chase him, but he rolled down the stairs, and the neighbors around were alarmed and chased him out.

At that time, Grandpa Yang's condition seemed to be fine, there was not even a bleeding wound, and he got up by himself.

Yang Shen went to look for him just in time to see this scene, and when he knew that he had rolled down the stairs, he quickly called an ambulance, but the ambulance picked up Grandpa Yang when he arrived at the hospital gate, Grandpa Yang went there.

"Where's the thief?" Yang Chuyue knelt on the rice dumpling woven with straw, lowered her head while putting yellow paper into the brazier, and asked.

At noon, the temperature was in the thirties and the sun was shining brightly. Even the big shed couldn't stop the heat. Two big fans were blowing towards the coffin, and the sound of mourning and music never stopped.

Yang Shen knelt on top of another dumpling, his voice was hoarse because he cried for a long time: "I caught it, but I heard my father call and said that he can only sue for civil compensation..."

Before he finished speaking, he couldn't continue. He clenched the yellow paper in his hand and said with red eyes, "Why? If it wasn't for him, grandpa wouldn't have died at all!"

"Mom and Dad will figure out a way." Yang Chuyue's fingers pinching the yellow paper also tightened for a moment, her throat seemed to be blocked, but she still said this to Yang Shen.

Although I told Yang Shen so, Yang Chuyue used her mobile phone to find a lot of relevant information on the Internet during lunch, and even spent money to find an online lawyer for consultation, but the result she got was what Yang Shen said are almost the same.

For a moment, Yang Chuyue felt the same as Yang Shen.

Why, why should the thief not be held criminally responsible for Grandpa's death?

Obviously, her Chinese performance is not bad since she was a child, and she can understand every word that the lawyer explained to her, but when put together, she feels that she can't understand it, only the last sentence "" You can ask for civil compensation." She saw it clearly.

Big drops of sweat slid down and fell into her eyebrows, causing waves of itchiness. Yang Chuyue held the phone so hard that her knuckles turned white. She stared at the large reply on the phone screen for a long, long time. reaction.

Until the sweat that gathered fell into her eyes.

According to the custom, Grandpa Yang will be buried on the third day, and Father Yang will start packing and preparing with others in the evening of the second day.

During the day, the sun was still in the [-]s, but at night, when Grandpa Yang's coffin was being carried to the intersection where he was going to leave tomorrow, there was a fine amount of rain falling from the sky.

Yang Chuyue stood aside and watched, and heard someone say: "It's raining, it's because I don't want to leave my children and grandchildren, I don't want to leave..."

She got up early the next morning. Many people came outside the ancestral hall. After breakfast, Mother Yang handed Yang Chuyue a bundle of straw. Kneeling with straw mats under the knees, the elders from the ancestral hall were invited to read the eulogy at the front.

They are all local dialects, most of which are incomprehensible to Yang Chuyue who left the town very early.

She didn't know how long she had been kneeling. She just saw Yang's mother get up in front of her, and she also stood up. When she got up, she realized that her legs were numb, and she almost fell to the ground. It was Wei Xu who was behind who stretched out her hand in time to give her a hand. .

From the ancestral hall to the mountain, the road is not short. Firecrackers and yellow paper have been set up along the road, and many people's homes will pass by the roadside, and firecrackers will be spontaneously prepared at the door of these people's homes to send funerals. When the procession passed in front of their house, those in mourning stopped and knelt.

Yang Chuyue didn't know what these meant, she just followed suit, hearing the sound of suona, Mama Yang and the others crying, and the sound of firecrackers from time to time, everything was in a mess.

The sun did not rise today, and the weather was gloomy. It started to rain not long after we set off. Fortunately, the rain was not heavy. When we went down the mountain, it started to rain heavily.

Yang Chuyue was walking with her head down, until she suddenly heard Wei Xu muttering next to her: "Is that Tang Shuangxu?"

She paused, and looked up abruptly.

At the intersection up the mountain, Tang Shuangxu was standing there with a black umbrella, black short sleeves and trousers, his whole body almost blended with the umbrella, but it also made the exposed skin more fair .

She was looking up at Yang Chuyue who came down from the mountain, her brows were tightly frowned, and her eyes were full of worry.

When Yang Chuyue looked over, she pursed her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but the senior who was walking in front of Yang Chuyue had already walked down the mountain, Tang Shuangxu took two steps back, still looking at this side .

"Why don't you leave?" Auntie's hoarse voice came from behind.

Yang Chuyue regained her senses and continued to walk down the mountain, her pace was much faster.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-03-2123:50:11~2021-03-2223:15:07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: I want to eat 8 bottles of oranges;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!