"Who’s talking about bowing their heads?" Wan Hongxing placed her hand on Pei Guozhong’s shoulder, rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure. Being a preschool teacher, she always spoke in a soft, gentle tone. She said, "There’s no overnight feud between father and son. Xiaocheng is such an outstanding person, yet he might have to stay in a wheelchair forever. Back then, he surely felt a lot of pressure. He might have said some harsh words, but can’t you, as his father, understand that?"
"Did I mess up finding him a doctor?" Pei Guozhong truly didn’t understand the boy’s thoughts at the time. Had he really chosen the wrong doctors?
This ungrateful boy even screamed at Wan Hongxing. As his father, what’s wrong with scolding him a bit?
"You’re right, you wanted to help Xiaocheng, and that was certainly the right thing to do." Wan Hongxing softly said, "I know, it was also my mistake that day."
"Hongxing, over the years, you’ve done well enough."
Pei Guozhong held Wan Hongxing’s hand. Since Du Ya had left, he too had suffered, he too had been in pain, but was he supposed to never marry in his lifetime?
"Guozhong, Xiaocheng is a good kid, just sometimes he can’t turn the corner."
Wan Hongxing truly didn’t want to see father and son in conflict because of her.
"Uncle Xu, Aunt Ji, do you really want me to bring a chicken and a duck to Xi Province?" Cheng Hao initially came to ask Nianhua if he should bring anything.
Unexpectedly, Ji Ying just handed him a chicken and a duck, saying it was to nourish Pei Yicheng’s body.
"Aren’t you driving there? These are chickens and ducks raised at home. The soup made from them is particularly delicious and nutritious," Ji Ying prattled on: "I’ve packed them in a snakeskin bag, and I’ve even poked holes in it to ensure that when you get to Xi Province, they’ll still be hopping around."
So, was he going to be accompanied by chickens and ducks all the way to Xi Province?
"This is a small token from my parents. You wouldn’t refuse to take it, would you?" As soon as Nianhua spoke, Cheng Hao hurriedly shook his head, "Of course not, I was just asking."
The future sister-in-law, he couldn’t refuse, as he would still need her help in the future.
"Nianhua, do you have anything to give Yicheng?"
After he spoke, Cheng Hao quickly added, "Nian’an?"
"Yes." Nianhua ran back inside and came back with an envelope.
Cheng Hao’s eyes lit up when he saw the envelope.
Nian’an asked, "Little sister, what did you write?"
"It’s just a drawing." Nianhua didn’t think it was anything secretive; she pulled out the letter and unfolded it—there was a drawing depicting a scene full of spring vibrancy, brimming with life and renewal. Next to it, she wrote a line of text: "The weather is so nice, the sunshine so brilliant."
Cheng Hao leaned over, looked at the drawing for a long time, and said, "It’s really well done."
"Nianhua, what do you mean by this?" Ji Ying took a look, not understanding what kind of riddle this was.
Nianhua just smiled, without explaining.
The weather is really nice, the sunshine brilliant, everything will get better.
The moment Pei Yicheng received the drawing, he understood what Nianhua meant.
His hand rested on the paper, and from a professional’s standpoint, this drawing could at best be considered passable, but to his eyes, it was invaluable.
His gaze slowly traced the drawing, his eyes brimming with a gentle warmth, leaving Cheng Hao completely dumbfounded. It was just a drawing, so why did Yicheng look as if he had received a token of engagement?