This Fake Daughter Deserves To Be Spoiled

This is a small town, 80% 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 very bad.

Although Ms. Yang said that she was born and raised in this small town, and in the county town where she didn’t go until she was more than five years old, there were many people in the town that she didn’t know, but Ms. Yang would say that this grandma or aunt often used to Hold you.

Yang Chuyue had no impression of these. Before this time, her impression of this small town was the funeral of her grandma and the annual Ching Ming Festival.

After my grandma passed away, she was also sent back to the funeral here, and she was finally buried on the mountain behind the town. I heard that the Yang family were buried on that mountain, so every year on Ching Ming Festival, everyone would go to the mountain to sweep the tomb together. , Let's set a water table in the ancestral hall together.

Since Yang Chuyue has the memory, she will come here every year on Ching Ming Festival. When she was younger, she came with her father and grandfather, and when she was older, she came with a family.

This time, Grandpa passed away and was eventually sent back here.

Yang Chuyue cried for a long time before she knew how grandpa went from her mother.

Grandpa Yang moved to live with them after his old leg disease relapsed. Now that the weather is warmer, his leg doesn’t hurt so much. Yesterday morning, he went to the old community where he used to live alone. Want to pack up some old things.

Who knew when I went there happened to be stolen at home.

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

At that time, Grandpa Yang looked good, he didn't even have any bleeding wounds, and got up on his own.

Yang Shen went to see him and saw this scene. He quickly called an ambulance when he knew he was rolling down the stairs, but when the ambulance picked up Grandpa Yang, Grandpa Yang went there.

"Where's the thief?" Yang Chuyue asked, kneeling on the dumpling made of straw, lowering her head while putting yellow paper in the brazier.

At noon, the temperature was more than 30 degrees, the sun was shining, and the greenhouse built could not stop the warmth. Two big fans were blowing at the position of the coffin, and the mourning did not stop.

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

He couldn't speak until he finished speaking. He clenched the yellow paper in his hand and said with red eyes, "Why? If it weren't for him, Grandpa wouldn't die at all!"

"Parents will find a way." Yang Chuyue's fingers holding the yellow paper tightened for a moment, and there seemed to be something blocked in her throat, but she still said to Yang Shen.

Although I told Yang Shen that way, when I was eating at noon, Yang Chuyue used his mobile phone to find a lot of information on the Internet, and also specially spent money to find an online lawyer for consultation. However, the results obtained were what Yang Shen said. Are almost the same.

For a moment, Yang Chuyue's mood was the same as Yang Shen's.

Why, why doesn't the thief need to be criminally responsible for Grandpa's death?

It was obvious that she had not bad grades in Chinese since she was a child, and she recognized the words that the lawyer explained to her every word, but when put together, she felt that she couldn’t understand it, only the last sentence " You can ask for civil compensation." She saw it clearly.

A large drop of sweat slid down and fell into her eyebrows, causing itchiness. Yang Chuyue held the phone with her fingers so hard that her knuckles turned white. She stared at the phone screen for a long, long time. reaction.

Until the gathered sweat fell into her eyes.

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

During the day, the sun was still more than thirty degrees, but in the evening when Grandpa Yang's coffin was lifted to the intersection where he was going to leave tomorrow, there was fine and dense rain falling from the sky.

Yang Chuyue stood on the side and watched, and heard who said, "It's raining, I'm reluctant to bear on my children and grandchildren, I can’t bear to leave..."

She got up early the next morning. There were many people outside the ancestral hall. After breakfast, Mama Yang handed Yang Chuyue a bundle of straw. When the time came, she followed Mama Yang and used the bundle. Kneeling with straw cushions on knees, the ancestral elders who had been invited to the front were mourning eulogy.

They are all local dialects. For Yang Chuyue, who left the town very early, she could not understand most of them.

She didn’t know how long she had been kneeling. She just saw Mama Yang in front of her getting up, and she also stood up. When she got up, she realized that her legs were numb and she almost fell to the ground. Or did Wei Xu from behind stretched out her hand in time. .

The road from the ancestral hall to that mountain is not short. Firecrackers and yellow paper have been placed along the road. Many people’s homes will pass by the road. These people’s homes will also spontaneously prepare firecrackers to send funerals. When the team passed by their house, people in mourning clothes stopped and knelt.

Yang Chuyue didn't know what these meant, she just followed suit, and there were waves of suona in her ears, and the cries of Mother Yang and the others, and the sound of firecrackers from time to time, everything was messed up.

There was no sun today, and the weather was gloomy. It rained not long after the departure. Fortunately, the rain was not heavy, and it became heavy when it went down.

Yang Chuyue was walking with her head down, until she suddenly heard Wei Xu mutter next to him: "That's Tang Shuang's preface, right?"

She paused and looked up suddenly.

At the crossing of the mountain, Tang Shuangxu stood there holding a black umbrella, black short sleeves and trousers, the whole person almost melted with that umbrella, but the exposed skin became paler. .

She was looking up at Yang Chuyue coming down from the mountain, her brows frowned, her eyes filled with worry.

When Yang Chuyue looked over, she pursed the corners of her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but the senior who walked in front of Yang Chuyue had already reached the foot of the mountain, Tang Shuangxu stepped back two steps, still looking here. .

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

Yang Chuyue recovered and continued to walk down the mountain, with a lot faster pace.

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