"Rheumatoid!"
He Qiaolan murmured in a low voice that she had heard of this disease before. Mrs. Zhang in their village had this disease. Now she can't get out of the pit, and she screams on the kang all day long.
Especially on rainy and cloudy days, it is more accurate than the weather forecast. Mrs. Zhang is quite fat, and now she is being tortured, and she doesn’t even look like a human being.
This girl looked at her young age, how could she have such a disease.
It is indeed not easy to live alone in the countryside. The house is still clean and he looks like a hard-working person, which makes him feel even more distressed.
Zhang Xueqing didn't hear her thoughts, otherwise she would be in trouble.
"Girl, how old are you this year? Why are you alone, and where is your family? Why don't you have anyone around to take care of you when you are sick?"
This is what He Qiaolan asked. If it were Zhang Xueqing, he would think that the other party was checking the household registration, so he shouldn't be too lenient.
But the heartache in He Qiaolan's eyes made Zhang Xueqing unable to say no and answered He Qiaolan's questions one by one.
"Auntie, don't just listen to me. Try this dish. Is it delicious?"
He Qiaolan absentmindedly picked up a piece of ribs, still thinking about what Zhang Xueqing had just said.
She has been an orphan since she was a child, and she has to work hard for everything. At an age when others are still acting coquettishly in their parents' arms, she is worried about what she will eat next. Suddenly she feels sour in her heart, and she feels even more sorry for the girl in front of her.
"How is it? Is it delicious?" Zhang Xueqing's voice came again.
He Qiaolan came back to her senses, smacked her mouth, and after savoring the feeling in her mouth, her eyes suddenly flashed,
"Yeah, delicious!"
"Try this again." Zhang Xueqing pushed the croaker over, "Be careful with the sting."
The two of them were chatting and eating, and a feeling of regretting that they had met so late pervaded the two of them, which was the tacit understanding of foodies.
Zhang Xueqing hasn't had this feeling of being fed for a long time. It's so satisfying to be able to taste and discuss the quality of the food with the food on the dining table, which whets her appetite.
"This one won't work. This one isn't as delicious as the one I made. When you come to my house when you have a chance, I'll make it for you. I'll make sure you eat it and think about the next one."
"Then I'm not welcome. Aunt, don't forget to call me."
The more they chatted, the more satisfied He Qiaolan was with the girl in front of her. She didn't complain when faced with adversity, and she still lived such a positive and sunny life, with such an open mind. No wonder her picky son could fall into this trap.
Yes, He Qiaolan can be sure and certain that Zhang Xueqing has no interest in her son. She took the initiative to mention Meng Fansen several times, but Zhang Xueqing changed the subject. It seems that this girl also saw her son's little thoughts. .
Be relaxed and relaxed, don't try to please others, and be yourself openly.
He Qiaolan is really satisfied.
"Xueqing, aunt, let me introduce you to someone. It's not a problem for you to be alone for a long time. You must have a companion by your side."
Zhang Xueqing's expression was startled, and Meng Fansen's cold face immediately appeared in her mind. She shook her head and shook the person out of her mind.
"Auntie, I don't..."
"Mom, why are you still eating? Everyone above is waiting for you to start eating!"
Meng Fansen's voice interrupted what Zhang Xueqing was about to say. He knew without listening that he didn't want to hear what this woman was thinking again.
As early as 5 minutes ago, Meng Fansen was standing outside the door. His two most important women in the room were talking and laughing, and he couldn't bear to disturb them.
Until He Qiaolan asked those words, Meng Fansen was still holding on to the illusion that she could agree.
He knew his mother's little thoughts without even thinking about it.
But in the end, what she waited for was her refusal before she could speak. That was it. It was enough to look at him from a distance. He didn't dare to ask for too much.
He had experienced it before, and the feeling of losing it again was really suffocating, and he didn't want to experience it again.
"Oh, yes, yes, look at my memory. I forget it when I sit down. Xue Qing, remember to go to your aunt's house when you have time. Aunt will cook a big table of delicious food for you."
"Okay, thank you first, Auntie. Auntie, please go slowly and come and play when you have time."
Passing the clean insulated lunch box to Meng Fansen aside, he said goodbye to He Qiaolan with a smile.
After both of them left, Zhang Xueqing slumped down on the sofa and started to stare.
"Xueqing, can aunt introduce you to someone?" He Qiaolan's voice echoed in her ears again.
What did she want to say? How did she respond?
"Auntie, I don't know who would like me in a situation like mine."
But before she could say anything, she was interrupted by the man.
How could she have such an idea?
Shouldn't I refuse decisively? How could she have self-doubt? Does she really long for a relationship?
Zhang Xueqing was unsure and felt confused.
——
After Xinxin was discharged from the hospital, school also went on holiday. The little girl didn't go to school for a few days all winter, but she received a lot of homework.
I moved all my homework to Zhang Xueqing's house and lay on Zhang Xueqing's computer desk, feeling bitter and resentful for a while.
"Auntie, Xinxin doesn't want to do homework. I haven't even gone to school. These homeworks are too difficult and Xinxin can't do them."
Zhang Xueqing raised her head from the drawing board, looked at the little girl's bitter face, and couldn't help but want to laugh.
This is really Meng Fansen's daughter. She was just like Meng Fansen when she was in school. She got a headache when she saw her homework.
After Pang Manyun's reminder last time, Zhang Xueqing finally saw the shadow of Meng Fansen in her few junior high school lives.
That arrogant and domineering classmate was often mentioned by classmates in the class, but every time he was mentioned, it seemed to be a bad thing.
Either he didn't do his homework, he folded it into paper airplanes and flew them all over the playground, or he scared some classmates so much that they didn't come to school for a few days.
It seems like anything good and positive has nothing to do with him.
"Aunt~"
Xinxin took Zhang Xueqing's arm and shook it, as if she had been tortured.
"It's definitely not possible if you don't do your homework. The teacher will definitely make an evaluation when school starts. Xinxin may cry if she doesn't get the little red flower."
"Then Xinxin can't even write, and looking at the title gives me a headache. Xinxin can give up Little Red Flower just to avoid having a headache."
…
I don’t know if a child with such a strong logical mind will follow her father.
"Then what does Xinxin want to do if she doesn't do her homework?"
The little girl tilted her head and thought for a moment. If her father found out that she didn't do her homework when she came to her aunt's house, she would no longer have an excuse to come and play with her aunt.
Maybe her father would stay at home and watch her do her homework.
With his eyes wandering wildly, he saw the painting painted by Zhang Xueqing and immediately paid attention.
"Xinxin can draw!"
Zhang Xueqing looked at her unfinished painting. She had been painting this painting for more than three hours, and it was estimated that it would take more than half an hour to finish. She looked into the little girl's smart eyes and nodded.
"Can!"
