Grandma Han is anxious about her grandson's marriage. As soon as she sees a girl of the right age, her thoughts immediately become full of excitement.
It would be great if the grandson could be with Fang Shuying. Fang Shuying's family conditions are not bad, and the two families are well matched.
The box was opened, and the two little white rabbits looked at the old lady cutely. The old lady immediately exclaimed: "Ah, where did these little white rabbits come from? They are so beautiful!"
The pair of rabbits came out of Xu Zishan's space, but they were so cute that they kissed someone, and their furry rabbit faces rubbed against Grandma Han's hand.
Who can resist furry?!
Grandma Han loved it so much that she shouted, "Be good, baby". The girl's heart suddenly burst into tears, and she hugged her and didn't want to let go.
Han Xinghui didn't say much to Fang Shuying and went straight to the kitchen to look at the porridge in the pot.
Where can I still eat the porridge? It's cold and lumpy.
Annoyed, I am such a fool, how could I forget that she is still sick!
She took the rabbit out of Grandma Han's hands and stuffed it into the box, and said, "Grandma, this is a rabbit brought for someone else. If you like it later, I will help you get some more for you to play with."
Grandma Han looked regretfully at the little rabbits packed in cardboard boxes, and asked Han Xinghui, who was striding out, "It's almost noon, where are you going?"
"I promised to bring porridge to others. The porridge at home is cold, so I will go to the restaurant to buy one."
Grandma Han said anxiously: "Shu Ying just came. I want to interview your fishing team and focus on you. How can you leave?"
Han Xinghui looked at Fang Shuying and said: "Fang Shuying, the interview is a business-to-business matter. Just report on the wise leaders of the town. Don't write about me. I am just an ordinary fisherman. No matter how glorious I am, I will continue to fish on the sea.
Neither Typhoon nor Shark care whether you are a role model or not, they will destroy you if they should."
Fang Shuying's face suddenly turned a little pale, and she smiled softly and said, "This is an honor, you deserve it."
"I really don't need it, and I'm not in politics, so what's the use of having an honor?"
"You led all the fishermen brothers in the sixth group back safely, and you also rescued the families of the fishermen who were in shipwreck. These heroic deeds should be known to the people of the country." Fang Shuying persuaded, "You are worth learning from the people of the country."
"So what if I know? I'm still a fisherman. Is it possible that I wear a big red flower and go fishing?"
Fang Shuying was speechless for a moment.
Grandma Han probably understood what Han Xinghui meant. There was nothing she could do about it. Her grandson just didn’t like Fang Shuying. He didn’t like it a few years ago and he still doesn’t like it now.
Sighing, he said to Han Xinghui: "If you have something to do, go and do it. Don't talk nonsense just because you are in a hurry to leave."
Han Xinghui turned around and left without disobeying her grandma.
"He just has such a bad temper. Don't be angry. He's not bad-hearted. He just developed an unruly temperament from his confrontation with his father since he was a child." Grandma Han said to Fang Shuying.
Fang Shuying lowered her eyelids and said softly: "Grandma, I'm not angry, I'm just worried about him. He's 26 years old, and he always has to think about the future. People always get old and can't do anything anymore. How can I
Don’t you think about your future?”
Grandma Han also sighed. She was also anxious, so anxious that her hairline reached the top of her head!
Fang Shuying asked cautiously: "Grandma, what is he doing in a hurry?"
"It seems that my friend is sick and I need to take care of him." Grandma Han was actually very worried. She was afraid that Han Xinghui would go to Yan Xiaojun's house to take care of his widowed wife Fang Qing.
Fang Shuying also probably knew that when she left Yancang Town four years ago, the six groups went out to sea and encountered a typhoon. While taking shelter from the wind and waves, a boat ran aground on the rocks, and all six fishermen on the boat were in trouble, including Yan Xiaojun.
Han Xinghui and Yan Xiaojun were part of the same fishing team. After Yan Xiaojun died, he took care of Yan Xiaojun's wife and children.
Fang Qing is Yan Xiaojun’s wife, and Yan Yishun is Yan Xiaojun’s only son.
Han Xinghui took the lead in donating all his savings. The fishermen in the six groups donated a lot of money and food to Fang Qing, asking her to take good care of her son and raise Yan Xiaojun's child.
Fang Qing and Han Xinghui were about the same age, and they had never found a partner, so gossip gradually spread.
Fang Shuying told Han Xinghui at that time not to take care of Fang Qing anymore. Others were gossiping, but Han Xinghui didn't care: "I can stand up straight, so whoever wants to talk can just talk about it."
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Han Xinghui hurried to the restaurant from home and met Fang Qing.
It has been four years since Yan Xiaojun passed away, and Fang Qing has come out. Now she has a rosy complexion, neatly dressed, and is better than the average fishermen's family.
Seeing Han Xinghui, she said anxiously: "Xinghui, Yishun has a high fever, can you help me send him to the clinic?"
Han Xinghui cursed: "What a fool! - You look for Han Jin, I have a patient here waiting for me to take care of."
"I've looked for him, but I can't find him. Go and have a look. He's dying. He's convulsing and vomiting."
Han Xinghui cursed again and said: "Then wait for me for a few minutes and I'll be there right away."
Fang Qing didn't go back and just stood on the roadside waiting.
Han Xinghui hurried into the guest house. Xu Mingxuan was not there either. He went to the new yard to boil medicine for his sister.
Han Xinghui saw Xu Zishan sitting alone on the bed reading a book. The bright sunlight shone in through the window screen, and he could clearly see Xu Zishan's tender and white skin. It was truly white, tender and delicate without a single pore.
His heart immediately calmed down.
"Have you had breakfast?" he asked ashamedly.
"I've eaten." Xu Zishan looked at him with a smile, not blaming him, thinking that something must be wrong with Han Xinghui.
"I'm sorry! Your friend sent all the things to the farm. The town was too excited. We all had a meeting to discuss how to pay. I wanted to wait for the result, but I was late."
"You are working so hard for me, it's too late for me to thank you! Besides, breakfast is sold everywhere, so Xiaoshu and I are not hungry. But you, haven't you eaten breakfast?"
Han Xinghui smiled. How beautiful this person's smile is. In one sentence, it is: sisters, scream!
"I have to go out now. A child is sick. I want to take him to the hospital. You wait for me for a while. I will come back to you...you wait for me."
Han Xinghui put the box down and said, "Along with the chickens, ducks and geese, there is also a pair of little white rabbits. I brought them for you."
Xu Zishan opened the box, and the little rabbit smelled the familiar scent of her body. He was so good that it was painful, and his little mouth kissed her hand.
Xu Zishan couldn't resist how fluffy he was. He couldn't help but praise: "You guys are so adorable!"
Han Xinghui snorted and said venomously: "Girls like silly little things like this. If you want me, you have to get a tiger to play with."
Xu Zishan said with a smile: "What kind of tiger do you want? Just get a chimpanzee to fight each other."
"Haha, have a good rest, I'll be back soon." He thought about sending Yan Yishun to the health center and hurried back.
After going out, Fang Qing poked her head in at the door of the guest house and looked inside. It was a hot day and she was wearing a sleeveless vest. The collar and cuffs were a bit wide, and she had an unobstructed view of the scenery inside.
Han Xinghui didn't look at her and said, "Let's go!"
Fang Qing pointed to the guest house and asked him: "Friend?"
"Um."
"Male or female?"
"Female."
"What, you finally feel thirsty after such a long drought?" She reached for his arm with both hands, and the two soft arms leaned towards him.