Reborn as an educated youth, my love brain awakens

10

Han Yuanjun felt an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart. Ji Qinglan had really changed.

In his mind, Ji Zhiqing still remained innocent and had a sweet smile, although that sweet smile was directed at another man.

Life is bitter, but looking at Ji Qinglan's smile he always unconsciously rekindles hope.

He turned around and wanted to leave. Since there was no result, why bother to persist.

"Han Zhiqing, wait a moment." Ji Qinglan called out to him, quickly went into the house, and when he came out again, he had a bag of food in his hand.

"I heard that Grandpa Han is sick. Here are five packets of cold medicine and a can of milk powder. Take them for emergency use."

The medicine was very effective. Ji Qinglan recovered after taking it only once.

Han Yuanjun looked at the cloth bag and hesitated. Ji Qinglan pushed it over and said, "Don't worry about it at this time. We are friends, right?"

Han Yuanjun was busy holding the bag. If he didn't hold Ji Qinglan, he would really throw it on the ground. The bag was very heavy and there was still rice in it.

"It's the same as before. I'll give you money."

"Okay!" Ji Qinglan agreed readily. She knew Han Yuanjun was very rich.

Han Yuanjun really counted out ten dollars and gave it to her. Before leaving, he still said, "I hope I am a friend you can trust."

Han Yuanjun carefully carried his things back to the educated youth site. He waited until late at night when everyone was asleep before he went to the cowshed to see his grandfather.

In addition to Professor Han, there were two men and one woman in the cowshed, all of whom came from all over the country. Two of them were a couple and had once been in the same university.

Coughing sounds came from the dim cowshed.

"How is Lao Xiang? Come, drink more hot water."

"I'm much better, but my throat is still itchy. Don't worry, I'm in good health." Lao Xiang said, and coughed twice again.

Professor Luo looked at his wife who was still trying to be stubborn at this time and could not help but glance at him, then brought some hot water to Professor Han who was lying on the bed next to him.

"What are you worried about? The cows in the cowshed are not worried about you." Professor Han drank some warm water to moisten his dry and itchy throat before teasing Lao Xiang in a humorous way.

"Hey! You old thing, comparing me to a cow." Lao Xiang stared at him unhappily, his face unusually flushed.

Lao Xiang's wife, Professor Luo, touched his forehead again and found that it was still very hot, and she couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Don't worry, old lady. I'm really fine." Lao Xiang held his wife's cold hand to comfort her.

"I was sweating all over in the quilt just now, and I must be burning now. What can happen to me? Old Han said that I am as strong as a bull, cough cough..."

Professor Han looked at Lao Xiang, who was trying hard to stay awake, with a dark look in his eyes, filled with sadness.

It's winter, the most unbearable winter here. The pervasive cold wind is more deadly than the Japanese's bullets. Originally there were six people in the cowshed, but now only four of them are left.

"The porridge is ready, drink it while it's hot." Lao Cui brought over two bowls with holes in them, which contained the fragrant white porridge.

Professor Luo also went to help serve the porridge. There was no table in the room, so the four of them sat on the straw and drank half a bowl of rice porridge together.

Lao Xiang drank two sips and became more energetic. He felt that he was fine again and began to tease Professor Han: "You are so lucky. I don't know where my two useless sons are."

Professor Han drank the porridge in silence. If it weren't for this old man, his grandson would have followed his mother to Hong Kong long ago, and there would be no need for him to suffer here.

"What are you talking about? Food can't stop your stinky mouth." Professor Luo glared at his wife unhappily.

"Haha! Ahem..."

"Someone is coming." Lao Cui suddenly shouted in a low voice and got up quickly.

The people in the room were startled. They didn't care about the burnt mouths and quickly drank up the porridge in their bowls and hid the bowls under the straw. Lao Cui had already hidden the porridge pot.

Several people lay down quickly, the oil lamp went out, and the small cowshed became silent in an instant.

The footsteps got closer and closer, and finally stopped outside the dilapidated wooden door.

"Grandpa, it's me."

Hearing the familiar voice, several people relaxed.

When Han Yuanjun came into the house carrying the bag, the four of them sat up again and lit the oil lamp again. They lived far away from the village, and in the first few years, the villagers would drag them out at any time. It has been better in the past two years, but some things have been engraved in their hearts and formed muscle memory.

Han Yuanjun took things out one by one, including rice and milk powder, and the four people were shocked.

"Grandpa, this is cold medicine. You and Grandpa Xiang should take it quickly." Han Yuanjun handed three packets of medicine to Professor Han.

"Where did these things come from?" Professor Han asked in surprise. Malted milk is hard to get here, but his grandson was able to get milk powder. It's no wonder that he was overthinking it.

"I bought it with my own money. It's very safe. You can keep it for your health." Han Yuanjun explained.

Professor Han didn't ask any further questions. He took out a packet of medicine and handed it to Professor Luo, and then he mixed a packet and drank it himself.

Lao Cui has found a place to hide the milk powder and rice.

Han Yuanjun looked at the cowshed that was leaking air on all sides and felt sorry for the old men's tattered cotton jackets and straw sandals that exposed their feet.

"I'll try to get you some cotton and cloth in a couple of days."

"Don't do that. It's a hassle. We won't be able to wear them even if we bring them back." Professor Han shook his head.

"It's different now, grandpa, don't worry." Han Yuanjun just said.

At the same time, Captain Xiang and his wife and their eldest son Xiang Guo were also sitting together to discuss the matter.

Captain Xiang was smoking his homemade leaf tobacco with a sad face.

"Boss, you have to think of a way. Your brother can't go to jail, otherwise his life will be ruined." Xiang's mother pulled her eldest son and cried for her second son.

Xiang Guo was helpless. Was this something he could decide? He would be implicated.

He said irritably, "Mom, what's the point of you crying here? Didn't you say you had already taken care of the Hu family? How come Hu Xiaoxin popped up again?"

"How would I know? The Hu couple took three hundred yuan from us. How would I know that they would not keep their word?" Xiang's mother cried. Thinking of the three hundred yuan, she felt a pang of heartache again.

"The conscienceless, damned Hu family..."

"That's enough." He shouted angrily to the captain.

"What's the point of crying now? I asked you to persuade the second brother not to go out and fool around, but you didn't listen. Now he's dead and in prison. Can you cry him back?"

Xiang's mother groaned, "It's my fault! It was all because of that vixen Widow Li that seduced the second son away..."

He started to scold his mother.

Xiang Guo was so annoyed that he could only yell, "Mom, stop making trouble. Dad and I are discussing something. How can we find a solution if you keep making trouble like this?"

Xiang's mother didn't dare to make a fuss. In this family, Captain Xiang had a strong fist and the eldest brother was smart. She was even more worried that the eldest brother would ignore her.

"You go to bed first. I'll discuss this with Dad."

"Hey."

When Xiang's mother returned to the house, Captain Xiang was still smoking there. He was also very worried. No matter how disappointing Xiang Qiang was, he was still his son. If he didn't handle this matter well, his position as captain would be over.