"You’re saying that person wanted to bully you?" Xu Nian’an’s face darkened, wishing he could drag that person over and give them a good beating for daring to bully his sister.
Xu Nianhua looked down at her own appearance, though she was not ugly, she certainly wasn’t to the extent that would drive someone crazy, right?
"You’re saying that person was masked?" Something suddenly flashed through Xu Nian’an’s mind.
Xu Nianhua nodded, and the next moment, her eyes shone as she looked at Xu Nian’an, saying, "Second brother, could it be that they were masked because I know them?"
"Also, that person’s voice, it seemed like they deliberately made it lower." Xu Nianhua reflected seriously, that person’s voice did indeed sound like they were afraid of being recognized and had intentionally lowered it.
Masking the face is to avoid recognition, but what about the voice?
Xu Nianhua and Xu Nian’an exchanged a look and said, "Gao Jianshe!"
If she had offended someone, it would have been Gao Jianshe—after all, previously Gao Jianshe was beaten up by Xu Nian’an. Moreover, Zhong Juan always misunderstood, thinking it was her who spoke out, causing them to get caught. Since Zhong Juan was married to Gao Jianshe, it was inevitable she would whisper in his ear.
Xu Nian’an returned to the village and went straight to the Gao Family’s home, only to learn that today, Gao Jianshe and Zhong Juan had gone to Zhong Juan’s grandmother’s house. His eyebrows furrowed.
"What do you want with my son Jianshe? I haven’t even settled the score with you for last time, hitting my Jianshe like that was just too much."
Upon seeing Xu Nian’an, Mother Gao became angry.
She couldn’t bear to see even a single hair on her son’s head harmed, yet Xu Nian’an had beaten him.
Xu Nian’an couldn’t care less and simply turned to leave.
He thought that Gao Jianshe would ultimately have to come back tomorrow, right?
Nian’an’s sister had injured Gao Jianshe’s stomach; all he had to do was lift his shirt, and the injury would be visible!
You can run away as a monk, but the temple won’t run away. If he dared, he could just never return to the Gao Family for the rest of his life.
Under Xu Nianhua’s repeated instructions, and after agreeing their story with Xu Nian’an, they said that her hand had been injured in an accidental fall, nothing serious.
In the summer, trying to hide it was impossible.
Outside, wearing long sleeves could protect one from the sun, but at home, one usually wore short sleeves.
Just that now, with her hand injured, the task of making mung bean jelly fell entirely on Xu Nian’an.
"Come on, tell me how that fearless little girl got in today?" During dinner, Du Chang sipped his wine, smiling as he asked his grandson.
"Fell from a tree." Pei Yicheng was usually a man of few words.
"Why didn’t you send her away?" Du Chang looked at his grandson, half-smiling. After the leg injury, there had been a long period of despair, and then, from the bustling Ningbei Province, he ended up in Gaoliang County, a dilapidated small town.
His grandson was indifferent to everything and disliked being disturbed in his tranquility. He particularly enjoyed watching the persimmon tree in the yard; sometimes, he would close his eyes and rest under it. Once, when the neighbor’s little Chen’s new ball fell into their yard, he had outright chased the boy away.
Yet, he hadn’t chased away that fearless girl today, which was a big surprise for Du Chang.
Pei Yicheng was silent for a moment before saying, "Last time, Xiaoning also fell from a tree."
Automatically completing Pei Yicheng’s thought, Du Chang recalled the winter vacation when Pei Yining came over, naughtily climbed a tree to take some bird eggs but failed and ended up falling from the tree.
Pei Yining had been pampered from childhood and could hardly bear any hardship. After the fall, she kept wailing in pain and acted coquettishly towards Pei Yicheng for a long time.