Daliang Mountain's home-brewed fruit wine had a strong aftereffect. Chen Hansheng drank a lot and got drunk as expected. He slurred his words and staggered as he walked. Fortunately, Wang Zibo, who was not drunk, could carry him back.
When they came out of his uncle's house, the groom walked them out and bowed to express his gratitude, "Thank you for coming to my house to drink tonight."
"No, I don't want to drink anymore."
Chen Hansheng waved his hand carelessly, "This wine is too damn intoxicating. When you have the chance to leave the mountain, I will treat you to another drink."
"Father won't let me go out."
The young groom was a little sad. He knew that Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo came from outside, and his eyes were filled with longing.
Chen Hansheng smiled and did not say anything. Wang Zibo looked at his good friend. Chen Hansheng could undoubtedly help this groom. He definitely had the ability to do so.
At this time, if Chen Hansheng waved his hand and said, "My name is Chen Hansheng. After the Spring Festival, I will go to Jianye School of Finance and Economics. I can show you this prosperous world."
After saying that, he threw down a business card. That would be so pretentious. It was definitely a scene from a TV drama.
However, Chen Hansheng just patted Wang Zibo's head, "Why are you still here? Go! "
"You are leaving just like that?"
Wang Zibo was a little uncertain. It was such a good opportunity, it would be a pity if he did not show off.
"You want to stay for the night? Let's go! "
Chen Hansheng shouted with the smell of alcohol.
Wang Zibo then walked away. He thought that Xiao Chen's thoughts were always so unpredictable. He thought that he thought highly of the groom and even went up to help him drink. But in the end, he just left without any hesitation.
Shen Youchu followed beside Chen Hansheng, wiping the sweat on his forehead with a towel from time to time. This home-brewed fruit wine was mixed with some supplements from the mountain. Chen Hansheng had a good body, so he was sweating in the cold weather.
Little Ah Ning skipped along with the dog and followed behind them.
… ….
After returning home, Wang Zibo saw his mother-in-law sitting quietly on a wooden bench in the yard, just like before. She was holding a walking stick in her hand. The handle of the walking stick had been rubbed until it was smooth and shiny. The big cat was lying by her feet obediently.
Grandma didn't attend the wedding. She didn't do anything when she saw that Chen Hansheng was drunk. She just looked at him slowly and then turned her head to look at the sky in the distance. Those layers of clouds seemed to hide the memories of the past.
She was like a hidden expert who rarely showed her emotions. The happiest moment was probably when she saw Shen Youchu return home safely.
"Granny, do you know those martial arts manuals?"
Wang Zibo muttered in his heart.
"Granny."
Little Aning obediently lay on her grandmother's lap.
Granny gently stroked Aning's small back.
"Put, put me down."
At this time, Chen Hansheng, who was about to throw up all the way, suddenly patted Wang Zibo's back.
Wang Zibo asked, "Aren't you going to rest? Shen Youchu has fetched some water for you to wash your face."
Chen Hansheng shook his head. "I brought you a gift."
"What gift? Is it a tonic?"
Wang Zibo asked, "I didn't see you buy it."
"No."
Chen Hansheng was a little unsteady after landing on the ground. Wang Zibo supported him to walk to his grandmother step by step.
Shen Youchu came over with a basin of water. She was a little confused about what Chen Hansheng was going to do. Aning also looked up and blinked her big eyes.
"Granny, granny, you didn't attend the wedding today, but I didn't forget."
Chen Hansheng first touched the right pocket of his leather jacket, but didn't find it. Then he touched the left pocket of his leather jacket, but still didn't find it.
Finally, Chen Hansheng suddenly laughed. "I found it!"
He pulled out a red wedding candy from his jeans pocket. Wang Zibo took a closer look and said, "I thought it was some kind of elixir. You're so noisy. It's like you're using an anti-aircraft gun to kill a mosquito."
The quality of this kind of fruit candy was average. Nowadays, in Harbor City, people used golden monkey candy for slightly better weddings.
"It's not magic elixir."
Chen Hansheng said drunkenly, "But, have you thought of it?"
"It's just a wedding candy. If you like it, I can run back and get dozens of them now."
Wang Zibo retorted.
"Humph, you just didn't think of it."
Chen Hansheng tore off the paper with his clumsy fingers. The wedding candy had been pressed for too long and had broken into two pieces.
"Eat, eat a candy, and enjoy the joy."
Chen Hansheng breathed in the strong smell of alcohol and raised half of the wedding candy to granny's mouth.
Granny didn't expect that Chen Hansheng would think of bringing her wedding candy. The wrinkles on her face were squeezed together, and her heavy eyelids were drooping. Looking at the filial and sincere look on Chen Hansheng's face, she opened her mouth and ate half of the wedding candy.
Little Aning couldn't help swallowing. She had eaten a lot just now, but she felt that this one was special.
"Granny, is it sweet?"
Chen Hansheng squatted on the ground and asked with his face looking up.
Granny, who rarely spoke, nodded. "It's sweet."
Hearing this, little Aning burst into laughter. "Granny, you like candy."
Shen Youchu also smiled gently and charmingly.
Wang Zibo was angry at first, but then he inexplicably laughed.
Granny also laughed in the end, and there was a special feeling in her heart.
"Granny, there's something else I want to tell you."
Chen Hansheng stood up from the ground, and Shen Youchu considerately came over to help him. Chen Hansheng looked at the girl beside him, and after a while, he said softly, "She raised her head in school. Did you know?"
Granny was stunned for a moment, and silently looked at Chen Hansheng and Shen Youchu.
Wang Zibo didn't understand what Granny meant, and little Aning suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little heavy.
Chen Hansheng blushed and was a little excited. "Didn't you worry that Shen Youchu was too beautiful, so you always asked her to lower her head? Now you don't need to anymore. Shen Youchu can raise her head at will. No one dares to be a hooligan in front of her, not even whistling."
"All of this."
Chen Hansheng patted his chest. "I finished it. She won't be looked down upon anymore, and she won't have to feel so inferior. Her life in the future will be …"
Before he finished the sentence, Chen Hansheng suddenly vomited. Drinking this kind of strong liquor was not suitable for emotional fluctuations.
Chen Hansheng vomited a lot. He vomited all the food he had at noon, and even a lot of gastric juice was vomited out. Shen Youchu helped him breathe and wipe his mouth, and her amorous eyes were full of sympathy and blame.
After vomiting, Chen Hansheng began to feel comfortable, but his consciousness gradually faded.
"No, I don't want to talk about it. I need to sleep."
Chen Hansheng panted and looked for a bed. Shen Youchu helped him walk to her room. She could only feel at ease if she took care of herself.
Fortunately, Shen Youchu usually took little Aning to sleep, and this bed was big enough.
When she was helping Chen Hansheng take off his shoes, Aning suddenly ran in in a panic and said with a crying voice, "Sister, grandma is crying."
Hearing that, Shen Youchu hurriedly covered Chen Hansheng with the quilt and ran to the yard in a hurry.
Grandma was really crying. When she saw Shen Youchu, she cried even more sadly.
"Grandma, why are you crying for your son?"
Shen Youchu helped to wipe her tears, but she couldn't help crying herself.
"I'm not sad. I'm happy."
Grandma held Shen Youchu with her rough and thin hands. "Your parents passed away early. You were beautiful and honest. I was worried that you would be bullied by bad people when you went out, so I told you not to raise your head."
"But in the world, parents are not willing to let their children lower their heads. Parents are not willing to let their children suffer. Parents are not willing to let their children suffer … You have a hard life, and I'm also guilty."
Grandma's crying seemed to have revealed all the thoughts hidden deep in her heart.
"Grandma, I'm not being bullied."
Shen Youchu shook her head. Sparkling and translucent tears flew from her fair cheeks and fell to the ground one by one. The dog and the big cat were no longer mischievous. They quietly looked at their master.
"I'm very good at school. I go to school and work every day, but I miss you. Xiao Chen is very good to me. He doesn't even want me to go home alone."
Shen Youchu kept wiping her grandma's tears.
Little Aning was also crying. She didn't know why she was crying, but when her grandma and sister cried, she couldn't hold back her tears anymore.
"I know. I knew it when he sent you back for the first time last year. Otherwise, how could he send you back thousands of miles?"
Grandma sniffed and reached out to hold Shen Youchu's face with both hands. "As long as you're living a good life, I can die in peace now."
Wang Zibo looked at the three of them who were hugging each other and crying. His eyes were also very swollen. He couldn't help but think of his parents.
When he was in elementary school, his parents especially liked to sell pickles along the street. That way, business would be better. However, Wang Zibo felt that it was too embarrassing, because he always ran into them after school.
Finally, one day, he couldn't help but quarrel with his parents. He scolded them for being useless. He couldn't be like Little Yu 'er or Xiao Chen. His parents were both government workers, and even the teachers would treat him differently.
That night, his father beat him up, and his mother cried silently in the room.
Later, he could no longer see his parents selling pickles on that street, even though business on that street was the best.
"I'm really a beast."
The more Wang Zibo thought about it, the sadder he felt. He walked out of the door and began to cry.
However, Chen Hansheng, who started it, was still in a daze. He seemed to be dreaming, and his feet were still unconsciously swinging.
"Did you not eat? Why don't you have any strength to massage my feet? I won't come to your club next time. Arrange it well!"
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