Yang Fuxiao really didn't think that something like bumping into porcelain would happen to her.

  She really didn't have time to walk to the bus station and then go to the airport. In fact, County X does not have high-speed rail or flights, so she would need to go to the provincial city to transfer trains back to County X, which would delay her for at least ten hours on the road.

  The more she thinks about it, the more anxious she becomes. If she had wings now, she would definitely fly back to the county town.

  She was getting more and more anxious, when suddenly an old lady walking on the road fell down from the stairs, Yang Fuxiao immediately stepped forward to help her up, "Auntie, are you okay?"

  As a result, under the dizzy state of the old lady, Yang Fuxiao was cheated.

  She wasn't unaware that many news reports had covered this "whether to help or not" social phenomenon, but at this moment, she saw every old person and thought of her grandmother who fell on the side of the road, also hoping to help other old people now. There would also be people who would go to help when they see her grandmother.

  But still misjudged human nature after all.

  The crowd around her grew larger and larger, and even two elderly women's relatives came from behind, pulling Yang Fu Xiao and not letting her leave.

  Yang Xiaohao finally managed to hail a taxi on the side of the road, now she can only defend herself: "I really didn't hit her, I was just hailing a cab on the side of the road and saw this old lady fall down, so I helped her up."

  The old lady's family also started being unreasonable: "I just saw you hit it, you were in a hurry to leave just now, it was you who hit it."

  Next to the waiting car, there was a tall boy with earphones on, looking like a high school student. He walked up and said, "I can prove that this sister didn't hit anyone at all. She only saw the old man fall and then reached out to help."

  Yang Xi is really grateful, and here's also a young man who stood up for her at this time.

  She turned around and said, "Thank you."

  The young man's face was slightly red. He waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter."

  The old lady's family saw the two talking and immediately pointed at them: "They know each other! They're in cahoots!"

  Yang Mu Xiao: "......"

  Most of the onlookers were also here to see the excitement, some of whom clearly knew it was a scam, but there's nothing they can do about it. It's not just ordinary people who are powerless, even if the police came, they wouldn't be able to do anything either.

  But it doesn't mean everyone has no way out.

  A tall figure emerged from the crowd, a man with an aura of unspoken authority, his gaze sweeping over the old woman lying on the ground before finally settling on Yang Fanxiao's face.

  Gu Qingcheng took a step forward, pulled over Yang Fuxiao. He instructed in a low voice to Fang Shu behind him: "Send a car to take this old lady to the hospital for examination, all expenses will be covered. Also, call the police and retrieve the surveillance footage."

  The family members of the old lady behind were a bit stunned when they heard about it. They originally wanted to extort money, and although going to the hospital for examination cost a lot of money, it wasn't going into their own pockets after all.

  Wanted to step forward and stop this man, just stretched out his hand, was swept by the man's sharp gaze. His arm stiffened in place instantly.

  The crowd in front automatically parted a way, and Gu Qingcheng pulled Yang Fuxiao towards the car in front.

  He did not get on the car arranged by Shu Fang's family to go to Shen's home, but got on Dong Zhe's car which was not far away.

  Yang Fuxiao got on the car and leaned against the front seat, saying to Dong Zhe: "Is it convenient to go to the airport now?"

  Gu Qingcheng followed up afterwards, Dong Zhe took a glance at the rearview mirror and Gu Qingcheng said: "Go to the airport."

  Yang Mu Xiao didn't say a word all the way, until they arrived at the airport. Before she could even say a word to Gu Qing Cheng, she opened the car door and ran out. Her high heels were really inconvenient, and she stumbled slightly before a warm pair of hands behind her steadied her.

  "Thank you."

  This time, Gu Qingcheng couldn't help but put his arm around her waist, "Let's go."

  While waiting in the airport lounge, Yang Fuxiao told Gu Qingcheng about her grandmother's hospitalization. Gu Qingcheng hung his head and listened quietly, his eyes as dark and deep as ever.

  "I really can't imagine... it's been two years since I last saw my grandma, I've been busy making money here and sending her a fixed amount every month, but now... what if I don't even get to see my grandma one last time..."

  At this time, Yang Fu Xiao really deeply felt a sentence: You never know which comes first tomorrow and the unexpected.

  She really regretted it, regretting that she had lost even the last relative in this world who cared about her.

  Yang Mianxiao leaned on Gu Qingcheng's shoulder, wiping her nose and tears all over his expensive handmade suit. But Gu Qingcheng didn't push her away, instead letting her cry it out, lifting his arm to pat her back a few times.

  After a one-and-a-half-hour flight, then transfer to train.

  After getting off the plane, Yang Fuxiao turned on his mobile phone and saw that there was a missed call from Shen Jiayou, so he replied to Shen Jiayou with a message.

  In the airport shopping mall, Gu Qingcheng bought a pair of flat-soled sports shoes for Yang Fuxiao and asked her to change out of her high-heeled shoes.

  Yang Mu Xiao's eyes were red and swollen from crying, now dry and dull, sat down on the chair, wanting to take over Gu Qing Cheng's hand in shoes himself, but was pressed down by him.

  Gu Qingcheng squatted down in front of her, took off Yang Duoxiao's high heels, and noticed that the soles of her feet had two red blisters. "How did your feet get blistered again?"

  "All new high heels will blister your feet, but they'll be fine after you've worn them for a while."

  Yang Fu Xiao bent down to pick up her shoes, but Gu Qing Cheng was one step ahead and picked up the flat shoes. His warm hands grasped Yang Fu Xiao's ankle, while his other hand lifted her foot to put on the flat shoes for her.

  The sales staff on the side were watching with envy, and when Gu Qingcheng asked the sales staff to wrap up the high heels and go to the front desk to settle the bill, the sales staff in the back said: "Miss, your boyfriend is really good to you."

  Yang Furong's face turned red with embarrassment, just wanting to open her mouth to explain, when Gu Qingcheng suddenly called out to her: "Help me sign the bill, I'll go answer a phone call."

  "Oh."

  Yang Mo Xiao wrote three words "Gu Qing Cheng" on the credit card receipt, feeling that his name looked really good written down.

  "Mr. Gu, thank you, I was just a bit emotionally unstable earlier, but I'm completely fine now. I can go back and see my grandmother by myself, you can head back..."

  "Let it go."

  Yang Fuxiao's head turned around in surprise, and behind him was a cargo tricycle passing by. Before he could see clearly, he wanted to move to the side, but it was the wrong direction. He almost crashed into the tricycle, but fortunately, Gu Qingcheng pulled Yang Fuxiao back one step in time and said, "Just throw it away after use?"

  Yang Mu Xiao: "......"

  The shelf cart had walked far away, Gu Qingcheng casually pulled Yang Fuxiao's wrist: "Let's go, I'm worried."

  Because of his words, Yang Mu Xiao's heart suddenly skipped a few beats, thumping loudly.

  Following behind him, looking at his clear profile.

  When buying high-speed rail tickets at the train station, Yang Fu Xiao was holding the two people's ID cards in line to buy them, while Gu Qing Cheng smoked a cigarette outside the ticket hall.

  The cigarette butt had just been lit when the mobile phone in his pocket started buzzing.

  Took out the phone and took a look at the name on the screen, it's about time for a call.

  Gu Qing took a deep drag on his cigarette, pressed the answer button and put it to his ear, "Hello."

  "Second brother, we're waiting for you at home to have dinner, why haven't you come back yet?"

  Although it was Shen Zhou's mobile phone number, the voice on the other end was actually Shen Jia-yu.

  Has the relationship between these two father and son improved?

  Gu Qingcheng said: "I have something to attend to outside for the time being and probably won't be back for the next two days, can you help me tell my uncle?"

  Shen Jia-yu let out an "oh" and said, "What a coincidence, Fu Xiao also said she wouldn't be in C City for the next two days."

  Gu Qingcheng remained silent.

  Before Shen Jiaoyu went abroad, Gu Qingcheng and this cousin actually didn't have much contact. The few times they did meet were only because of his mother's reasons, and he would return to the Shen family. Unfortunately, at that time Shen Jiaoyu was simply a spoiled rich kid who couldn't enter Gu Qingcheng's eyes.

  Yang Mu Xiao held Gu Qing Cheng's ID card and looked at it. The photo on the ID was probably taken when he was still in the special forces, and it had the same dimensions as Xu Mo Xiang's three years ago, except that Gu Qing Cheng's face was longer and more angular.

  A square face will make a person look more spirited, of course, it will also highlight the five senses on the face, once there is any defect, it will be exposed, which is very challenging for people's facial value.

  Gu Qingcheng has a very heroic look, with sharp facial features that are even more angular when his hair is short. Now that his hair is slightly longer, his outline appears to be slightly softer.

  Yang Mo Xiao took out the ticket from the station, the nearest train to X county was still half an hour away. She walked out and saw Gu Qing Cheng leaning against the railing, one leg bent and pressed against the bottom of the railing, his long fingers holding a cigarette, with one hand inserted into his pocket, his eyes slightly narrowed looking at the distant rolling dark clouds.

  It seems like it's going to rain.

  Yang Mu Xiao walked over, looked down and took another look at Gu Qing Cheng's ID card, memorized his birthday, then handed it back to him.

  Gu Qingcheng looked down and glanced at him, having already seen through Yang Fuxiao's thoughts, and said: "The birthday on the household registration was reported later when I registered my household, it's not my real birthday."

  Yang brushed off the dawn and blinked his eyes, "Then when is your birthday?"

  Gu Qingcheng took over the train ticket and ID card, "Forgot."

  He took the lead and walked towards the ticket gate first.

  Yang Mu Xiao thought that Gu Qing Cheng was the kind of young master who was pampered and spoiled, basically being driven around everywhere, and had never taken a normal train like this before.

  Gu Qingcheng pulled Yang Fuxiao through the crowded crowd and onto the train carriage. "I've never taken a rocket, that's true."

  "Heh heh."

  Yang Fu Xiao laughed twice.

  Gu Qingcheng was born into a wealthy family, but his rich life experience must not have been gained by simply enjoying the wealth of his family's large enterprise as a spoiled second-generation rich kid.

  Gu Qingcheng and Yang Fuxiao's seats were at the back of the carriage, after passing through the crowded aisle between the long rows of seats, they found their positions according to the seat numbers on their tickets.

  It is a two-seater.

  Gu Qingcheng let Yang Wuxiao sit by the window and he sat outside.

  Yang Mianxiao and Gu Qingcheng walked from the front of the carriage to the back, with many people's eyes falling on this seemingly young couple.

  It was a late-night train, and by the time we arrived at the county town, it was already around 1 or 2 am. At this hour, many people in the carriage had fallen asleep, and as I walked through the aisle between the seats, I saw legs stretched out and bodies curled up everywhere.

  Yang Mu Xiao had just cried, her eyes were a bit sour and dry, and after blowing cold wind, she was stuffy, sneezing continuously, and drowsily leaned against the car window to take a nap.

  Gu Qingcheng glanced at her sideways and took off his black overcoat to cover her with it.

  He noticed that Yang Xiao's hometown was a small station, only stopping for three minutes. Before the train arrived at the next stop, the conductor had already come to announce the station.

  Yang Fu Xiao had a light sleep, but still fell asleep.

  She rubbed her eyes, and the first thing that came into view was Gu Qingcheng wearing only a dress shirt and suit jacket. She then realized that she had a thick men's coat on top of her, so she quickly sat up and put it over Gu Qingcheng's shoulders.

  "Let's go, we've arrived."

  "Uh-huh."

  It was a bit chilly in the early morning hours. Yang Zao couldn't help but turn up his collar as he walked out of the train station.

  A small station, in front of which there is a relatively wide small square, the light of the street lamps is swaying in the cold wind.

  Yang Fuxiao called her aunt, wanting to ask which hospital she was in, but no one answered the phone.

  No choice, had to take a taxi back home.

  The house was a small courtyard with several residential buildings inside. Yang Duoxiao took out the key and opened the door, turning on the light quietly. "Grandma?"

  No one.

  There is no one at home either.

  Yang Mu Xiao suddenly felt a chill in her heart.

  As I walked through the entrance corridor, a neighbor happened to come out at night to use the toilet and saw that the light was on over here, so he squinted his eyes and walked over.

  "Are you looking for Old Lady Yang?"

  Yang Fuxiao felt that this voice was a bit familiar, looked over and saw a middle-aged woman wearing a coat, so she called out: "Aunt Wang, I'm Fuxiao."

  "Oh, dawn broke, and I came back to see your grandma," said Wang Auntie. "Yesterday afternoon she fainted for a while, then your uncle sent her to get an IV."

  At which hospital?

  "I didn't go to the hospital, but rather to that clinic behind, where I get treated for whatever illness."

  Yang Mu Xiao's heart skipped a beat.

  My aunt previously called and said that I had fainted and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, how can such a serious illness be cured by simply receiving an IV drip at a clinic?

  All for saving money.

  "Thank you, Aunt Wang."

  Yang brushed past Xiao and turned around to say to Gu Qingcheng standing at the staircase entrance: "Let's go, my grandma is not home."

  Wang Aunt thought Yang Wu Xiao was talking to her, but following the line of sight, she found that at the dark staircase entrance, there was still a black figure standing, with a faint spark flickering, and a hint of smoke smell.

  The clinic is not far from here, it's a 20-minute walk.

  In the dark streets, the distant sound of a dog barking could be heard. A stray cat darting out from the darkness would make Yang Xiao suddenly clutch at the hem of Gu Qingcheng's clothes.

  Neither of them said much more, Yang Xiao raised his head and looked at Gu Qingcheng's eyes, which also had red bloodshot.

  Her fingers curled slightly and she proactively hooked her hand around Gu Qingcheng's.

  Gu Qingcheng's footsteps paused slightly, and Yang Moxiao happened to raise his head. A pair of eyes with distinct black and white pupils shone exceptionally clearly in the faint moonlight.

  A long road, walked for a very long time before arriving at the clinic.

  The lights outside the clinic went out, and only the inside was still lit up.

  Yang Fuxiao pushed open the door and entered, and as soon as he went in, he smelled a strong medicinal smell. Gu Qingcheng followed behind him.

  A woman sitting by the door, who was dozing off, heard the noise at the entrance and looked up: "Are you here to see a doctor? The doctor is not in at this time, come back tomorrow."

  "No, I'm here to find my grandmother."

  Yang Fu Xiao finished speaking and then heard a voice coming from inside the ward: "Fu Xiao?"

  "Grandma!"

  Yang Mo Xiao directly took a step and ran over, lifting open the curtain with one hand.

  There are three people in this ward. Apart from Grandma, there is a middle-aged woman holding a child who looks weak and keeps sobbing.

  Yang brushed off the dawn and directly pounced on her grandmother's body, "Grandma, how are you?"

  "I'm fine, what brings you here? Didn't we just talk on the phone yesterday and everything was okay? Why did you rush over in the middle of the night?"

  Yang Mu Xiao grasped her thin grandmother's hand, "It was Auntie who called me and said you were hospitalized, wasn't that at the hospital? How did you end up in this small clinic?"

  "When people get old, it's normal to have some kind of illness or pain. In the past, when I got sick, I would just go to the clinic and they would prescribe me some medicine or give me an IV drip. They were all minor illnesses, nothing to worry about."

  "How can I not worry, Grandma? You know I almost got scared to death when I received my aunt's phone call." She looked up at the IV bottle that was already half empty, "Tomorrow I'll take you to the county hospital for a full-body checkup."

  The middle-aged woman next to her said, "Yang Yi, look at your granddaughter, she's really a blessing. I raised a daughter and son, but they both turned out to be ungrateful, leaving me with a burden... Ah, the medicine must have taken effect, it's time for Xue'er to get an injection."

  As she spoke, the woman carried the child and walked out.

  Yang Muxiao and her grandmother talked for a while inside, Gu Qingcheng did not enter, sat down on the chair in the clinic, pressed his brow with two fingers.

  The nurse in the clinic prepared a fever-reducing injection, and when the woman inside came out holding the child, she went to another room, pulled down the child's pants, and applied alcohol.

  Gu Qingcheng sat on the public chair directly opposite the ward, and as soon as he looked up, he saw the two green birthmarks on the child's buttocks, followed by a loud wail.

  Gu Qingcheng couldn't help but furrow his brow. The upper kiln was just about to be fired.

  "Don't cry, you need to get an injection to bring down the fever."

  The woman put pants on the little kid, hugged her, and just as the phone rang, she freed up one hand to answer it.

  "Fever has gone down, I just brought him to get a shot, Xuegong is growing up now, you come back on time and give me some money...I know, don't say so much, wait a minute, can't hear..."

  The child's crying was really deafening, and the woman had a buzzing sound in her ears. She took the child out and said to Gu Qingcheng who was sitting on the chair: "Sir, would you mind helping me take care of the kid for a moment? I can't hear clearly while making this call."

  Gu Qingcheng hadn't even responded when the woman placed the child on his leg and walked directly to the glass door of the clinic to answer her phone.

  The child is about two years old, not like the typical chubby and fair-skinned kid at this age. He's very light. His face is covered in tears, and after crying for a long time, his forehead has red marks all over, like an allergic rash, completely red, but feels smooth to the touch.

  Gu Qingcheng had one hand on the child's back and the other grasping his shoulder, as the child's sobbing grew more agitated. The child's tear-stained face turned towards Gu Qingcheng, eyes blurry with tears.

  "Mom... waaahhh..."

  Yang Fuxiao pushed open the curtain and came out of the ward, saw Gu Qingcheng still holding a small child in his arms, slightly stunned, turned his head to say something to his grandmother, then stepped out.

  "Why are you holding onto the popsicle? Just now Aunt Chen was here?"

  Gu Qingcheng directly picked up the child and put him on Yang Xiao's lap. As for the child, he couldn't take care of him at all. "I'm going out to make a phone call."

  Yang Fu Xiao hasn't been home often in recent years, I just heard that this is a family who moved here two years ago, the child was originally in the countryside and only brought over now.

  She had a kind of intimacy with the little kid, she picked up Snowball and put it on her leg, wiped away the tears on his small face with her hand, "Don't cry, Snowball is a man, men should be brave, after getting the shot, you'll get better... sister will give Snowball a candy..."

  Yang Fu Xiao fortunately had a crimson-colored candy in the pocket of his outer garment, which he placed in the child's hand. The ice cream stopped sobbing after two sniffs and ceased crying.

  Yang brushed off the dust and smiled at Gu Qingcheng: "See, she's not crying anymore. Kids just need to be coaxed."

  Gu Qingcheng looked at Yang Fu's eyes and hooked up the corner of his mouth: "It's not my child, why should I coax?"

  Yang brushed off the dawn as if he hadn't heard it, put the ice cream back on his leg and sat up straight, shaking his knee while gently patting his back.

  "Gu Qingcheng, I especially like children because I don't have parents, so I think of children as my closest relatives. From what I remember, I've always been with my grandmother since I was born. My mother gave birth to me and then sent me to my grandmother's place, and then she disappeared without a trace until now."

  Gu Qingcheng leaned back in his chair and listened quietly.

  Actually, Gu Qingcheng is not a very good listener, because he won't nod his head at the right time to indicate that he's listening, and from start to finish, he remains silent, making the person pouring their heart out occasionally wonder if he has fallen asleep.

  "It doesn't matter, because it's never happened before, so there's nothing to compare it to," Yang Fu Xiao smiled, "When I was a kid, other kids would often bully me for not having parents. One time, they tricked me into playing hide-and-seek and left me alone in a faraway garbage dump. It wasn't until the Dragon Boat Festival that someone found me."

  At that time, I was only about six years old. At night, listening to the cold wind made me feel chilled all over my body. Fortunately, I heard a familiar voice from afar, and in the dark alley, there was a bright lamp shining.

  "Dawn!"

  That empty and dark square, in front of it was Duanyu holding a flashlight, behind it was Linzi running with bated breath.

  At this moment, that one lamp really lit up in Yang Fu's heart, illuminating the darkness with light.

  "Who is Duanwu?"

  Gu Qingcheng finally spoke up, and Yang Fuxiao suddenly realized that besides the little kid in his arms, there was also an adult sitting next to him.

  She turned around and said: "I am a childhood friend, I am the son of Uncle Beggar."

  Yang Xiuxiu pursed her lips, "Later when I was thirteen years old, he and Uncle Qian disappeared, later... someone found their bodies in the chaotic burial ground."

  Yang Mu Xiao spoke up to here, in front of a piece of blood red, shoulders slightly trembling.

  Gu Qingcheng felt Yang Mochen's shoulders trembling slightly, and he reached out to hold her hand, only to find that his palm was icy cold, with a faint hint of cold sweat.

  About ten years ago, during the summer vacation, Yang Fuxiao happened to be back at his hometown visiting his grandmother when he heard the news and ran all the way to the Luanshanggang with Linzi, just in time to see the forensic doctor making an identification.

  Two people were beaten to death, and without mentioning the external injuries, they were hit on the head, ankle bones, and abdomen with blunt objects, injuring the internal organs. The beggar uncle's fatal injury was at the back of his head, and his skull had already cracked open, with his eyeballs bulging out, and his death was extremely terrifying.

  In the chaotic burial mound, two people, one big and one small, had been abandoned for over a month. The wounds on their bodies had all rotted and were festering with maggots, making it impossible to discern their facial features, leaving only an outline.

  Yang Furong didn't believe it and insisted on going up to take a look at the corpse under the white cloth. Lin Zi was even more afraid, pulling Yang Furong's arm, but was dragged by her to take a look, then Yang Furong turned around and vomited.

  It really made me vomit.

  Along with the gastric acid that fell down, there were also her pattering tears falling down.

  Then for three consecutive days, Yang didn't say a word and refused to believe that Uncle Beggar and the handsome boy had left this world forever, without even saying a last word, and would never be seen again.

  Gu Qingcheng grasped Yang Moxiao's hand with his backhand, his broad and warm palm enveloping hers, slightly furrowing his brow. "And then?"

  "The police were alerted, but the investigation at the police station also came to nothing, after all, it's been a long time."

  For a moment, the clinic was very quiet.

  Xuegong opened his black eyes and glanced at Gu Qingcheng, who was frowning in front of him, biting the sugar paper in his hand.

  ………………

  Because he suddenly remembered the Dragon Boat Festival, Yang Zhaosheng sent his grandmother home after her infusion was finished near dawn and then walked to a nearby cemetery.

  Gu Qingcheng followed behind, helping to carry one of Yang Fuxiao's grandmother's bags in his hand, looking elegant and refined. Yang Fuxiao walked ahead, supporting her grandmother.

  Mrs. Yang looked up and down at Gu Qingcheng, her eyes narrowed into a line as she smiled, and whispered to Yang Moxiao: "Is this your boyfriend?"

  Yang Furong shook her head: "No, it's the boss in the company."

  "Would a boss be so kind? Accompanying you back from C city late at night, and still waiting for an old lady like me at the clinic?"

  Old Lady Yang suddenly thought of what she had heard in rumors, "I heard earlier that you were engaged, is it him? I think he's quite good."

  The news of the previous engagement should have been heard on Grandma's side, but what is the truth of the matter, probably no one knows.

  Sent grandma upstairs, gave grandma water to take medicine, and then went downstairs again.

  As the dawn approached, although he hadn't slept all night, Yang Fuxiao's brain cells were jumping with excitement. He walked out of the dimly lit staircase and saw the morning light spreading across the ground. Gu Qingcheng was standing at the edge of the expanding brightness, his body split in two by the light, one side bright and the other dark.

  Gu Qingcheng originally had his eyes narrowed, but upon hearing the extremely faint sound of footsteps, he opened his eyes to see Yang Fuxiao approaching cautiously.

  Yang Mu Xiao originally wanted to scare Gu Qing Cheng, but Gu Qing Cheng suddenly opened his eyes and didn't get scared, instead Yang Mu Xiao was startled.

  Gu Qingcheng chuckled and said, "Let's go."

  The tomb of Duwu and Uncle Beggar is not far from the big courtyard, after passing two streets and a construction site.

  After all, saying burial ground is just a bit more pleasant than saying chaotic burial mound

  Cemeteries are only affordable for the wealthy, while poor people, even those without a name, can only be buried here.

  On the grave stood a small wooden tablet with the name and birth and death years written on it.

  However, on the wooden plaques of Duān Wǔ and Qǐ Gài Shū Shū, there are no dates of birth and death except for their names.

  Because nobody knows.

  Yang Mo Xiao picked two wildflowers by the roadside, placed them in front of the wooden sign, and then bowed deeply.

  Maintaining a kowtowing posture for a long time, he slowly got up again, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes onto the ground.

  She and the beggar uncle and Duanyu knew each other, all originated from a steaming hot mantou in the severe cold winter, which saved two people, big and small, from hunger and cold. Because Duanyu's hands were frozen on that extremely cold day, she had been saving money for two days, one cent at a time, to buy a box of frostbite ointment for Duanyu at the pharmacy.

  She still remembered that she had applied a frozen sore on Duwu's hand, and Duwu's face smiled with dimples: "Fu Xiao, your kindness to me, I will never forget it."

  But even if they didn't forget, what's the use now? They've already been separated by life and death.

  Gu Qingcheng stopped two steps in front of the grave, and because she had just walked through a dusty road section, her originally brand-new leather shoes were covered with a layer of floating dust.

  The air quality is not very good, with a dusty and smoky smell, and the pungent smoke from burning wheat straw at night that has not yet dispersed.

  In the distance, a factory emitted a puff of black smoke, and the sun burst forth from that patch of black smoke, its golden light pouring over the layered obstacles to land on the soft face of the girl in front of him, causing Gu Qingcheng's heart to stir slightly.

  This time, it's one's own heartbeat.

  ………………

  On the way back from the cemetery, I passed by the vegetable market and bought some vegetables. When I got home at noon, I cooked a good meal for my grandmother.

  Yang Mu Xiao followed beside Gu Qing Cheng, watching as Gu Qing Cheng's slender fingers picked out vegetables. From behind, it really gave off a sense of being detached from worldly affairs. It always felt like someone like Gu Qing Cheng could be strategizing in a large corporation or wearing special forces camouflage and charging into battle, but absolutely shouldn't be at this moment in time selecting potatoes at the vegetable market.

  Returning from the vegetable market, I opened the door and found no one inside.

  Yang Fuxiao asked Wang Nainai who was sunbathing in the yard, "Yang's wife ah, go out for a walk!"

  Yang Mo Xiao invited Gu Qing Cheng into the house, found tea leaves from the cabinet, originally wanted to make a cup of tea for Gu Qing Cheng, but after smelling it, there was a musty smell, so he cut a thin slice of lemon peel that had just been bought to make sauce and served it to him in water.

  "The water quality here is different from C city, I'm afraid you're not used to drinking it, so I've made a slice of lemon for you."

  Yang put down the water cup and went back to the kitchen to wash vegetables again.

  Gu Qingcheng took a sip of water, aside from the unfamiliar taste of the water quality, there was also a nearly tooth-dropping lemon sourness, so he simply put down the cup.

  The house is not big, it's an old house from the 70s and 80s of last century, with two bedrooms and a living room. Gu Qingcheng stood up and looked around, seeing a door with a piece of colored paper stuck on it. The paper had turned yellow, and the colors of the crayons were also very faded. On it was drawn a rainbow, with four very childish words written in charcoal: "My Little Home".

  Just as I was about to push open the door and enter, I heard a loud quarrel outside.

  Gu Qingcheng furrowed his brow and turned around to walk out.

  ………………

  While washing vegetables in the small kitchen, Yang Fuxiao suddenly heard a voice behind her, turned around and saw her aunt, her originally raised lips drooping down.

  Aunt came over, "Dawn, when did you come back? I didn't hear your phone call last night."

  Yang Furong's face was filled with extreme anger, and the water pipe behind her was gushing out water. "Grandma obviously has nothing wrong with her, why did you lie to me? You said Grandma was hospitalized and being rescued!"

  Her aunt smiled awkwardly, took a step forward, helped Yang Xiao turn off the faucet, and pulled her aside. "You shouldn't be back yet, I just made an excuse to call you back."

  Yang Fu Xiao lowered his head and wiped his hands with a handkerchief, without responding.

  "How much money did you bring back this time?" Aunt smiled, "Aunt knows you have money in the big city, can you help Aunt out first? I'm in urgent need of money here."

  Yang Furong opened her eyes and looked at her aunt, "This is the real purpose of you calling me back, right? Is it for money again? In the past, you sold me saying that it was to pay for grandma's medical treatment. What happened in the end? Grandma never even went to a big hospital for an examination!"

  "Keep your voice down! How am I also your aunt!"

  "Dawn."

  A low, magnetic voice came from the doorway. Gu Qingcheng walked out of the shadows, his cold gaze sweeping past Yang Fuchao's aunt and landing on Yang Fuchao's face: "Come with me."

  Yang Fengxiao used her arm to block her aunt on one side and followed Gu Qingcheng back into the house.

  Her aunt recalled the glance she gave her when she just saw Gu Qingcheng, and felt a chill on her back. She said two words to Aunt Wang, who was watching the excitement next door, and then turned around and left.

  Yang Fuxiao straightened up from behind the door, listening to the footsteps outside the corridor gradually moving away. She let out a long sigh of relief, "Luckily you came to call me, otherwise I would have been stuck with my aunt for at least half an hour, just like sticky caramel, impossible to shake off."

  This time Yang Fu Xiao was cooking in the small kitchen ahead, while Gu Qing Cheng followed behind.

  Yang Xiao's knife skills were originally not skilled, the green pepper was cut into shreds, and her fingers left the blade three centimeters away, the posture was ugly, and with Gu Qingcheng watching from behind, she felt even more nervous, and her hand holding the green pepper was shaking slightly.

  There was no sound behind him, and Yang Xiao had just wanted to turn around to see if Gu Qingcheng had left, when a broad chest suddenly pressed against his back, and then his fingers were grasped from behind.

  "Cut like this, with your left hand fingers curled in, the blade won't cut your hand even if it's very fast," Gu Qingcheng's warm breath brushed against her ear, his other hand supporting Yang Xiaoxiao's hand holding the knife, "Turn this hand over to hold the handle of the knife, and cutting will be smoother."

  Gu Qingcheng said, already holding Yang Fu's hand, knife rose and fell, a few cuts and the green pepper was cut into shreds.

  Yang Mu Xiao looked at the two piles of green pepper strips on the chopping board, obviously cut finer and more neatly when Gu Qing Cheng held her hand.

  Gu Qingcheng held Yang Buruo's hand with one hand and took over the bamboo shoots to slice them.

  Warm breath brushed against her ear, and Yang Xiao quickly chopped all the vegetables she had washed.

  Anyway, Yang Mo was standing on this side of the chopping board and was just for show, so he simply crawled out from Gu Qingcheng's arms in front of him, handed over the work of chopping vegetables and pounding fish to him, and also took off his apron.

  Gu Qingcheng held a fish in one hand and a vegetable knife in the other, saying: "Tie me up."

  Yang Mo wrapped the belt around Gu Qingcheng's body and tied it at his waist.

  This posture was really too ambiguous, and there was still Gu Qingcheng's warm breath on her head. Just when she couldn't even tie a knot, a voice came from behind "Dawn", and the apron strings were tied into a dead knot.

  "Grandma, you're back."

  Mrs. Yang immediately pulled Yang Xiao aside: "How can we let our guest cook? Wait for me to wash my hands and I'll do it..."

  Gu Qingcheng put the fish on the chopping board and turned around, "Grandma, you wait inside for a moment, it'll be ready soon."

  Gu Qingcheng wore a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up, standing tall and slender in the backlight of the kitchen, gathering the chilly atmosphere around him, with a smile on his face, warm, elegant and courteous.

  Yang Fuxiao supported her grandmother into the house, and her grandmother said: "You go help Little Gu."

  "No need," Gu Qingcheng said, "let Fuxiao accompany you and talk for a bit, I can handle things here by myself."

  Yang Fu Xiao let her grandmother sit down and poured a glass of water for her. In her heart, she thought, wasn't it originally herself who was cooking? How did it become Gu Qing Cheng going to cook instead?

  However, the dishes made by Gu Qingcheng are indeed more colorful and fragrant than Yang Duxiao's.

  Mrs. Yang was relatively gentle and kind-hearted, knowing that Gu Qingcheng was Yang Fuxiao's superior, so she asked about work-related matters.

  "At dawn, work is done with diligence and seriousness, and get along well with colleagues."

  Yang Fuxiao heard Gu Qingcheng's relatively official evaluation and was almost grateful to tears. Don't mention that she wasn't doing well at work, her grandmother couldn't tolerate Yang Fuxiao slacking off at work.

  "But..."

  Yang Mu Xiao: "......"

  What you fear will come.

  Guo Qingcheng said: "Sometimes being lazy in secret doesn't affect work."

  Because of Gu Qingcheng's seemingly casual but actually serious words, Yang Fuxiao was summoned to her room by her grandmother for an hour of ideological education that afternoon, including after dinner, mainly still centered around the fact that children from poor families must take responsibility early and work diligently, not being too clever.

  Yang Mou Xiao could only nod and say "uh-huh" from start to finish.

  But even listening to grandma's nagging, I feel extremely happy in my heart.

  Yang Fuxiao slipped out of her grandmother's room and glanced around the living room, but didn't see any sign of Gu Qingcheng. However, the light in her own small room was on, and the door was slightly ajar. She pushed it open and saw Gu Qingcheng sitting on her bed, holding a photo frame in one hand.

  She came in quietly and asked, "When are you leaving?"

  Gu Qingcheng's gaze swept over the photos in the frame and turned back to ask: "Who said I was leaving?"

  Yang Mu Xiao: "......"

  "But if you don't go, where will you live?"

  Gu Qingcheng put the photo frame on the table, flipped over and fell onto Yang Fuxiao's bed, with both hands clasped to his chest, "Here."