"Don't be so modest. I'll put the things away for you, so don't do anything. Just sit still."
Zhang Xueqing was not polite, sitting on the sofa and watching Pang Manyun busy.
"Hey, the cold dishes in your refrigerator are very good. I won't be promoted. I'll be the general manager of the cold dishes in the back kitchen. I'll watch you mix the cold dishes. The color makes me appetizing. I tasted it and it tastes good. How do you mix it? Yes, teach me."
Zhang Xueqing had a faint smile on her face, and she paused when she heard this, "That's Meng Fansen who mixes the floor, and that's the one who will deliver food to you."
"No, are you two really together?"
Pang Manyun sat down next to Zhang Xueqing and looked at her nervously.
"No, don't be surprised. They just think of me as a neighbor, a lonely old man who takes good care of me."
Zhang Xueqing was a bit self-deprecating and answered nonchalantly.
"You, a lonely old man? Stop making trouble!"
After pondering for a long time, worried that Zhang Xueqing would be bullied, Pang Manyun finally told what happened when he was in school.
At that time, Meng Fansen was arrogant, domineering and arrogant. He only regarded Zhang Xueqing as his own and did not allow anyone to get close to her.
At that time, Pang Manyun was in the same class as Zhang Xueqing, and he accidentally discovered that she didn't even eat at noon. After careful observation for a few days, he realized that she had insufficient food and could only eat two meals a day.
From then on, she secretly gave her the food at home, saying that her mother forced it on her. She couldn't eat it, so she gave it to Zhang Xueqing. As time went by, the two got closer and closer.
One time, Pang Manyun was stealing food from home and her mother discovered it and beat her to death, but Meng Fansen hit her hard.
Who knew that instead of helping her, that man went up to warn her to stay away from Zhang Xueqing in the future? His attitude was arrogant and arrogant.
Pang Manyun was so frightened that she hid from Zhang Xueqing for several days, but later Zhang Xueqing realized something was wrong and approached her, and the two slowly reconciled.
All kinds of rumors and rumors in the school seemed to be deliberately avoided by Zhang Xueqing, never daring to let her know.
Meng Fansen's almost pathological protectiveness was known to the whole school, but no one dared to tell Zhang Xueqing, including Pang Manyun.
"Xue Qing, Meng Fansen is a ferocious beast, you have to stay away from him, or you may be harmed by him without realizing it."
Pang Manyun persuaded her earnestly, but Zhang Xueqing was thinking about other things.
Are they classmates? Why didn't she have any impression at all?
Thinking about it carefully, except for Pang Manyun, no one else in the same class could be remembered. At that time, all she wanted to do was study, learn well, and go out on her own.
"You said he liked me since we were in school?"
Zhang Xueqing asked uncertainly.
"you do not know?"
Zhang Xueqing shook her head in shock.
"The whole school knows about it, even the teachers know it very well. They just see that your grades are stable and they haven't talked to you."
"He was too scary at that time. Anyone who gets close to you will not get any good results."
"When you came back this time, I thought you two were together, so I never told you. You must be careful. I heard that he had two children of his own. Maybe his wife couldn't stand his domestic violence and ran away. .”
The worst situation that Pang Manyun could think of now was domestic violence. Worried about Zhang Xueqing's situation, he could only tell her his own analysis of the situation.
Obviously Zhang Xueqing heard these words in her ears, but not in her heart.
All I can think of is, "He liked you when he was in school."
what about now?
Don't like it anymore.
After Pang Manyun left, Zhang Xueqing did not get over the shock.
Did they miss each other at that time, so now, he has completely given up, and his care for himself is just because of the little affection in junior high school.
Throughout the afternoon, Zhang Xueqing was in a daze, constantly in a daze.
On the other side, Xinxin was already awake. When she learned that Zhang Xueqing had saved her, the little girl was so excited that she didn't sleep all day, holding her eyelids open, hoping to see that familiar figure.
"It's snowing outside. Your aunt felt a little uncomfortable after donating blood to you yesterday, so she went home. Go to bed and see if she's okay after you recover."
Meng Fansen sat beside the bed and coaxed patiently.
After being out of danger, the two old men took Meng Zihang back home, while Meng Fansen stayed alone to take care of Xinxin.
"oh."
Xinxin was a little disappointed. She wanted to be discharged from the hospital and go home immediately, but her father did not agree.
With emotion and heavy eyelids, the little girl lay on the bed and slowly fell asleep.
I don’t know how the woman is doing, whether she has eaten on time or not. I don’t know if so much blood has been drawn, or whether it has affected her body.
Looking at his watch, it was past 4 p.m., and he said he didn't need to go back, but his heart still disobeyed and walked away on his own.
I don't know if she was satisfied with the answer last night. It should be what she wanted. If you listen to her, you can just pretend that nothing happened.
Although she was very blocked in her heart, as long as it was what she wanted, there was no harm in blocking it herself.
In the next few days, Meng Fansen controlled his legs and his heart, not thinking about that woman. He dismissed He Qiaolan's decision to come with her to accompany her, and he guarded his daughter with peace of mind.
It was almost the end of the year before Xinxin was allowed to be discharged from the hospital.
The little girl couldn't wait to go home. He Qiaolan was worried and followed her to Qing'an Village.
"Stop, stop, dad, I'm going to my aunt's house."
When the car arrived in front of Zhang Xueqing's house, Xinxin shouted that she wanted to see Zhang Xueqing first. She was a little anxious after not seeing Meng Fansen for many days.
He Qiaolan sat in the car without saying a word, carefully observing her son's reaction.
"Squeak."
The car stopped steadily in front of Zhang Xueqing's house.
Xinxin didn't wait for Meng Fansen to hug her, she couldn't wait to get out of the car and ran towards Zhang Xueqing's yard, "Auntie, Xinxin is back, auntie..."
The person who was painting in the house did not hear the dog barking and thought she was hallucinating. In recent days, she has always been in a daze.
"Auntie, Xinxin is here to see you."
After confirming that it was Xinxin's voice, Zhang Xueqing stood up from her seat and slowly walked out.
"Auntie, Xinxin misses you so much."
As soon as he opened the door, a small cannonball crashed into his arms. Zhang Xueqing stumbled and couldn't stand still.
"Come out quickly, you are cold, don't freeze your aunt."
Taking a step slowly, Meng Fansen put some supplements on the coffee table in the living room and pulled Xinxin out of Zhang Xueqing's arms.
"It's okay, my aunt is here too, come inside and sit down."
Zhang Xueqing saw the last person, guessed her identity, and took the initiative to let the person into the house.
He Qiaolan secretly looked at this home. It was clean and tidy, and the decoration style was not like their inherent rural style, which was refreshing.
