Yang Huaming walked to Yang Huaan with the child in his arms.

Seeing Yang Huaan leaning against the wall, he turned sideways to hide.

Yang Huaming's stomach was full of anger, and it exploded.

"Your son, you're hugging it"

He stuffed the child into Yang Huaan's arm, turned around and left.

Yang Huaan took the child and saw the child's face at a glance.

He snorted, as if he had seen a ghost, closed his eyes and threw the child aside with his hand raised

"Ahh

"Don't"

Old Yang Tou and Yang Huaming both saw it.

Seeing that the child was about to be thrown to the ground by Yang Huaan and fell to death,

Both father and son were scared, but they didn't have time to pick it up.

At this moment, a figure flashed by at the door of the house.

When they waited for Old Yang Tou to see clearly again, they saw Yang Ruoqing standing at the door of the house.

In the crook of her arm, she held a turnip bag.

It was the child who was thrown out by Yang Huaan.

This side of the door.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and lifted the corner of the cloth covering the child's head.

"Hiss"

Rao had seen a lot of strange things, and she couldn't help but gasp.

No wonder Sun was scared like that after he went back, he didn't say what the child looked like.

No wonder she heard a quarrel inside as soon as she reached the door of the house.

No wonder Yang Huaan wanted to throw his own flesh and blood out and fall to his death.

It turned out that the child was a rabbit lip.

The degree of cracking is so big, it's big.

It cracks from under the nose and extends all the way to the mouth.

The two sides are so wide that at first glance, it looks like a face has been broken in half.

The bright red gums inside were exposed, and the little tongue squirmed gently as she cried.

It's like a little monster

"Qing'er, I'm glad you caught it"

A figure rushed up to him.

Yang Ruoqing raised her head, it was the fourth uncle Yang Huaming.

The man's face was anxious.

He took the child from Yang Ruoqing's arm, held it in his arms, turned around and walked back to the house quickly.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and followed into the house.

In the house, Yang Huaming held the child and came to Lao Yangtou.

The man glanced at the child in his arms, his face showing tangle and struggle.

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In the end, everything turned into firmness.

He raised his head and said to Lao Yang: "Dad, this child is not lost, I admit it, I will raise him"

Old Yang was stunned, thinking that he had misheard.

Yang Huaan also raised his head suddenly, and looked at Yang Huaming in astonishment.

"Say it again," asked Lao Yangtou.

Yang Huaming took a deep breath, "I came to my fourth room to be reincarnated, after all, it is related to my fourth room, and it is a life after all."

"Although it is not my own birth, after all, it is also related to me."

"Leave this child, I will raise him as my own son, so that he can eat and wear for the rest of his life," Yang Huaming said.

Old Yang Tou understood, but was dumbfounded.

Yang Huaan looked stunned, but in the end, he hung his head in frustration and didn't say anything.

Tan couldn't wait to pick up the crutches at hand and wanted to hit Yang Huaming.

"This is a plague god, a disaster star, staying will make our old Yang family unlucky"

The crutches fell on Yang Huaming's back, thumping.

Yang Huaming protected the child with his own body, and knelt down on his knees in front of Old Yang Tou and Tan.

"Dad, mother, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, please let me keep this child"

Old Yang Tou was still silent.

Tan is still fighting there, gritting his teeth.

It seems that if Yang Huaming doesn't let go, she will beat him to death.

A stick was about to fall on the back of Yang Huaming's head, and suddenly, it was held by a hand.

"Wow, I hit you, you dare to hide"

Tan was furious.

"The fourth uncle didn't hide, it's me" Yang Ruoqing said.

"Milk, you are blind and can't see, where to catch it, this stick will knock down my fourth uncle's skull will open"

Yang Ruoqing said displeasedly.

Tan took a sip: "It's so stubborn, if you kill and pull me down, I'm not alive."

Yang Ruoqing sneered: "Tiger poison doesn't eat children, milk you like white-haired people to send black-haired people so much"

"Okay, then I won't stop it, you fight, you fight, you fight to death"

Yang Ruoqing really let go and stepped aside.

Tan's crutches hung above Yang Huaming's head, but it didn't fall again.

"Hmph, I don't care, you guys like it, go straight."

Tan scolded, put away the crutches, and pedaled out of the West House to go back to her own East House opposite.

In this room, Yang Huaming glanced at Yang Ruoqing gratefully.

Then, the man turned around, and then knelt in front of Lao Yang's head, not getting up.

Old Yang Tou looked at Yang Huaming, and then looked at the child he was holding in his arms.

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Half-loud, the old man let out a long sigh.

"That's it, then you can keep it, and regret it in the future, no wonder I didn't remind you today"

Leaving these words, Lao Yang Tou also turned around and walked out of the house.

Yang Huaan hurriedly escaped from the house behind Lao Yang, not daring to stay longer for a moment.

Yang Ruoqing withdrew her gaze from Liu, who was still trembling in the quilt on the bed, and landed on Yang Huaming's body.

"Fourth uncle, get up."

She walked over and helped Yang Huaming up from the ground.

"Fourth uncle, you have to think clearly." She spoke up.

"When you raise him, not only do you have to withstand these gossips around you, but he also has to bear a lot of pressure on himself."

"After all, it's too big," she said.

Yang Huaming raised his eyes, and he looked at Yang Ruoqing earnestly.

"Qing'er, you have medical skills, you can make your father's legs stand up, and you can also bring the plug mother back from the dead."

"You save this child, can you do it?"

Facing Yang Huaming's begging, Yang Ruoqing frowned.

Then, without hesitation, she shook her head.

"I will not stand idly by as long as I can remedy it." She said.

"It's really beyond my ability, even the best doctor in Daqi, it is estimated that it will be difficult for this child to restore."

In modern times, so advanced medical technology and means cannot make children with cleft lips recover as before.

Not to mention this ancient countryside where medical treatment is very backward in all aspects

"Fourth uncle, think about it yourself."

After saying this, Yang Ruoqing also left the house.

Good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles.

The old Yang family had a freak in the fourth room, and it spread throughout the village in half a day.

So much so that when Yang Ruoqing was washing clothes in the pond at the entrance of the village, all the women on both sides came over to inquire with her.

"I don't know, you don't know about me."

She dismissed with these words.

When he returned home, he found his father Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo talking in the hall.

Sun sat aside.

It is estimated that when it comes to the fourth room, Yang Huazhong's face is not very good.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing carrying washed clothes into the door, Sun hurriedly greeted her.

"The clothes lady go to dry, you go to the hall, your father and your Uncle Luo are about to talk to you about the house." Sun said.

"Okay."

Yang Ruoqing handed over the bamboo basket and the mallet barrel to the Sun family, and turned to Yang Huazhong and Luo Blacksmith.