Quick Travel: The fishing beauty refuses cannon fodder

Shi Rong is one of the few high school students in the village. He has been smart since he was a child. If the college entrance examination had not been cancelled, he might have been able to go to university and become a glorious worker!

So writing a love letter is not difficult for him. But... he and Xie Shuchen were in a different situation than their parents at that time!

Shi Rong grimaced in annoyance, not knowing how to find a way to become Xie Shuchen's wife in the future. Woohoo, it’s so difficult to eat and drink with Xie Zhiqing!

Looking at Shi Rong's troubled expression, Zhao Zhixin was full of suspicion: "What's wrong, Rong Rong? Tell your father honestly, do you have a girl you like?"

Shi Rong shook his head firmly. He didn't like any girl. Xie Shuchen was obviously a man, so he didn't lie!

If Zhao Zhixin believed Shi Rong, he would have eaten so many years of salt in vain: "Huh, people say that you forget your father when you have a wife. You haven't even written your horoscope yet, and you started lying to your father."

Seeing that Zhao Zhixin was still looking at him sideways, Shi Rong's face became a little confused. He snorted and said angrily: "I really don't have one!"

He doesn't want to marry a wife, he wants to be someone else's wife. Then he eats and sleeps with educated youths, and doesn’t do any work! The most, the most I can do is cook rice and feed the chickens...

The expression on Shi Rong's little face was so exciting. How could Zhao Zhixin believe it when he said it was okay?

Now that the child was older, he didn't ask any more questions and just sighed: "We need to talk to the person we are talking about seriously. Don't be like the son of the Zhang family who made the woman's belly bigger..."

"Dad!" Shi Rong was really angry now. How could he, a boy, have a baby? That's not right. The key is that he can't do that kind of thing with Xie Zhiqing!

Seeing that Zhao Zhixin still wanted to talk, Shi Rong wrinkled his nose and urged: "Comrade Shi Wenxiu is about to get off work. Dad, why don't you go cook quickly?"

Zhao Zhixin glanced at the sky outside the window, glared at Shi Rong angrily, and then got up and went to the kitchen. Of course, he refused to let Shi Rong relax: "Come here and help me choose dishes."

snort! If she were to be Xie Zhiqing's wife, maybe she wouldn't have to do anything... Shi Rong pouted, but followed Comrade Zhao Zhixin honestly.

……

The weather is getting colder and colder, and there are even falling snowflakes in the sky. And in such cold weather, it was no surprise that he had a fever.

Comrade Shi Wenxiu slapped Shi Rong on the back angrily, "I asked you to wear thicker clothes when you go out, but you just don't listen, as if we want to harm you."

Wrapped in a tight quilt and holding a bowl of bitter ginger soup in her hand, Shi Rong sniffed her red nose and said, "I just went out and built a little snowman..."

He is also very afraid of the cold. He even gave up delicious food because of his fear of the cold and stopped looking for Xie Shuchen very much! Just on a whim, I built a small snowman and didn't stay outside for long. How could I get a fever?

You know, he hasn't been sick for a long time.

Zhao Zhixin felt that he had really raised a naughty child. He just couldn't notice it in the blink of an eye, so he secretly ran outside. As a result, he was even quarreled by his wife, "Huh! Drink quickly, I'll watch you and drink this ginger." Finish the soup."

Shi Rong had already taken medicine, but he didn't expect to drink another bowl of ginger soup. Just smelling this ginger soup is very pungent, and I don't know how unpleasant it will be in the mouth.

Shi Rong held the bowl and handed it to Shi Wenxiu and Zhao Zhixin, looking eagerly, "Can you add some brown sugar to me..."

"No!" Shi Wenxiu was very cold and ruthless. He had to let Shi Rong have a longer memory. Otherwise, if he gets better, he might dare to play in the snow. "If you can't finish the drink, you won't have to eat at noon today."

!!!

Shi Rong was struck by lightning and felt that she was no longer Comrade Shi Wenxiu's favorite baby. He looked at his parents accusingly, but they were both stone-hearted and indifferent.

In desperation, Shi Rong could only hold his breath and drank it all in one breath. After finishing the drink, he showed the empty bowl to his parents, and then his face became grim.

Seeing this, Shi Wenxiu took back the bowl with an expressionless face. Instead of coaxing Shi Rong, she said to Zhao Zhixin, "I'm going to work, Zhao Zhixin, you stay at home and watch over Shi Rong."

The weather was too cold and the road surface was slippery. Normally, when Shi Wenxiu went to the health center, Zhao Zhixin would accompany him. Sometimes it was inconvenient to come back, so the two simply stayed in the health center.

Although Zhao Zhixin wanted to be with his wife, Shi Rong was sick, so he couldn't leave her alone, right? He nodded, "Okay, go ahead, I won't let him run around this time."

Shi Rong: "..."

He was so angry that he shrank back into the quilt and turned his back to Zhao Zhixin.

Under such circumstances, Zhao Zhixin would not tolerate Shi Rong's little temper. He even happily stuffed Shi Rong's quilt more tightly, "Just cover it up and sweat a little."

Shi Rong was so angry that he felt that his parents were no longer the good parents who loved him before. He closed his eyes dullly, not wanting to talk to Comrade Zhao Zhixin anymore.

At first Shi Rong was just pretending, but while lying on the warm quilt, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he actually fell asleep inexplicably...

When he opened his eyes drowsily again, Shi Rong felt that his body was more relaxed and his mind was not so groggy. He just lay there for too long and was a little hungry.

The sky seemed to have darkened, and the room was dark. Shi Rong could vaguely see a slender figure sitting at a table not far from him, seemingly looking at him.

Shi Rong was a little confused. He always felt that the figure did not match Comrade Zhao Zhixin's. He opened his mouth and said hesitantly: "Dad...? Why don't you light a candle?"

Maybe he's overthinking it? Shi Rong felt that his palms were beginning to sweat. The person sitting in his room, staring at him, was it not Comrade Zhao Zhixin, who else could it be?

It can't really be a ghost...

Hahaha.

"Rong Rong." The figure finally spoke. He lit a candle, held a candlestick, and walked slowly towards Shi Rong, "Are you awake?"

Shi Rong breathed a sigh of relief. This voice was too familiar to him, but he was still a little confused: "Brother Xie, why are you in my room? Where is my father?"

Xie Shuchen placed the candlestick on Shi Rong's bedside cabinet. Under the dim light, his face looked gentle and handsome, and the little lights in his eyes swayed with the candlelight: "Uncle Zhao went to deliver food to Aunt Shi. .”

"Oh..." Shi Rong nodded in understanding, but there was still something that couldn't be turned around, "Then why are you in my room?"