On the third day of the first lunar month, Xiaoxiao and Yang Ming rushed home, only to find nobody there.
"Yang Ming, where has everyone gone?" Xiaoxiao found it very strange.
"Let's go check the rented courtyard."
When they arrived at the courtyard, they sensed that the atmosphere was off. As soon as they entered, they heard sobbing. Their parents and Yang Qiu were all crammed into Yang Dong's room. What on earth was going on?
There lay Yang Dong, motionless, as if deep in slumber. Could it be that he was on his last breath? She had only been away for one day!
Anxiously, Xiaoxiao stepped forward and felt Yang Dong's breath. Thankfully, he was still breathing. "Mother, what in the world happened?"
"Third Son, Third Daughter-in-law, you're back at last. We can't wake up your fourth brother no matter how hard we try!"