Old Chinese medicine and small vendors

Since the small villa lives by the mountain, it is naturally cool, so there is no need for air conditioning.

The only floor fan in the house has been on for some years, and it rattled as it was swinging.

But Ying Yanyu was still trembling with fear at this frequency.

Wen Cheng was hugged by him, even though his patience was worn out early and he was covered in sweat again, he was not in a hurry to move.

Very strange.

The child's fear of that woman has exceeded the normal range.

Not like a mother, but more like a female ghost who came to collect debts.

Wen Cheng suddenly wanted to smoke, and the inexplicable craving made him even more depressed.

"I'm fine." After Ying Yanyu recovered, he let go of his hands immediately, and he wiped his palms on the edge of his trousers, feeling quite embarrassed.

Wen Cheng looked at him for a while, and after confirming that it was all right, he quickly took a sip of tea to suppress his craving for cigarettes.

He sipped the sweet buckwheat, pondered a sentence in his mouth four or five times before saying it: "What is your friend borrowing money for?"

"Ah?" Ying Yanyu originally thought that he would ask about his family affairs, but just as he was about to say something, he was confused by the question.

Wen Cheng gave him a squinted look: "What's wrong with your head? What do you want to lend him money for?"

"Oh," Ying Yanyu nodded first, and then held back a little. He looked at Wen Cheng and said weakly, "His mother is sick and short of money."

Wen Cheng continued to drink tea: "That's it."

He thought for a while, then raised his head to speak, but found that the expression on the child's face was a bit aggrieved?

"what?"

Ying Yanyu sat on the sofa and shook his head listlessly.

"Tsk, talk!" Wen Cheng patted the dog's head.

"Oh, it's nothing," Ying Yan Yu stroked his heart, and said sternly, "It's just a little sour."

"...Why are you so sour?" Wen Cheng asked.

"Maybe it's because I just made a magnificent confession to my first love, but the next second my first love cared about my brother and ignored me... But it doesn't matter, after all, I am a generous man." Man...you can just ask, don't worry too much, I..."

Wen Cheng automatically blocked the following words.

But he doesn't know if the confession of "willing to be a grandson" is magnificent or not, but it is quite heroic.

Wait, is this a confession?

hiss......

Wen Cheng drank two more sips of tea, and after the child finished talking, he quickly interjected: "Let me go and have a look."

"What?" Ying Yanyu suddenly jammed the disc.

"Tsk, I said go and see if I can cure it?" Wen Cheng put down the cup, "Do you know what disease it is?"

Ying Yanyu was not sure: "Have a headache, I heard Wang Peng mention it before, it's an old problem."

He kept an eye on Wen Cheng all the time.

So after the word "headache" came out, he clearly noticed the sudden change in the other party's expression.

Just like the extreme defense that burst out from the opponent's eyes when he found the cross scar last time.

"Do you have a headache?" Wen Cheng repeated in a low voice.

"Chengcheng." Ying Yanyu called him suddenly, it was no longer a light-hearted joke just now, but serious, low magnetic, and calm as a rock.

He thought about the content on the note, and said, "I'm with you."

He paused: "I will accompany you to see, Wang Peng's house is not far from here."

The broken fan in the house was still dutifully making noise.

The distant and near cool wind lifted Ying Yan Yu's forehead hair, uncovering the deep eyebrows hidden in it.

Wen Cheng said "En", picked up the empty teacup, and took a sip of air to cover his expression.

He suddenly realized that no matter how good a child is in front of him, even naive, he is already eighteen.

What does eighteen mean.

He dared to shout that he wanted to be his grandson.