Slag Gong's Loyal Dog Road

When they arrived at the hospital, the hospitalization procedures had been completed in advance, and the nurses had already been waiting. They took the old lady from He Jingrui's hands in a well-trained manner, and helped her to wash and change her clothes.

After this agonizing grief, Shen's mother was exhausted physically and mentally, and she fell asleep within 2 minutes of lying on the hospital bed.

He Jingrui sat beside her for a while, quietly staring at her old and blue face, thinking that the old lady is not afraid of death, but she is worried about the little shoemaker, who can say that she is not loving enough?Now that he puts this burden on his shoulders, it is also a kind of rare trust.

After tidying her hair and pressing the quilt, He Jingrui quietly walked out of the ward and returned to "Qingrui".

It was already dark, and the little shoemaker was sitting at the dining table sewing a zipper on a leather bag, raised his head and smiled at him, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Eat something casually."

"Do you want soup?"

"No, I'm not hungry."

He walked over and put his arms around his lover's shoulders, bent down and asked, "Occupational disease again?"

Shen Qingyuan nodded with a smile, and then found that his clothes were wet a lot, "Are you caught in the rain?"

"Ah."

"I'll put water on for you to take a bath."

He Jingrui held back the little shoemaker who was about to get up, and said with a low smile, "You wash it for me."

Shen Qingyuan's ears turned red, he pulled him up forcefully, "Let's go."

As the hot water rushed over his body, all the pores opened comfortably. He Jingrui closed his eyes and let out a comfortable breath.

The little shoemaker brushed his back hard with a bath brush.After brushing, apply body wash, then turn to the front and continue brushing.

He Jingrui stared at him intently.His cheeks were smudged red by the steam, thick beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose, and the corners of his mouth were pursed earnestly. His expression did not look like he was brushing someone, but like he was brushing a favorite leather shoe.

He, who was lucky enough to be transformed into a leather shoe, felt his heart skip a beat when he saw his concentration.Afterwards, following the heartbeat, the little leather shoes raised their heads tremblingly.

The bath brush stopped next to the little leather shoes.

Their eyes met—

Shen Qingyuan: "?"

He Jingrui: "Baby!"

Before the little shoemaker could make a move, He Pixie grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the bathtub.

The little shoemaker shouted while splashing in the water: "Don't make trouble, take a bath!"

"We agreed to wash together!"

Crashing...the golden mountain bird...

The bath was a mess, the poor little shoemaker had to endure the discomfort of his body to tidy up the bathroom after serving He's leather shoes.

A certain leather shoe lay sprawled in the quilt, and complained comfortably: "You can't do it tomorrow, come and sleep."

"If you don't clean up now, what if you get up and wrestle at night? It's you, so you know the trouble!" The little shoemaker knelt on the floor to wipe the water stains, and couldn't help complaining about a playful leather shoe.

Unexpectedly, his body lightened, and He Jingrui hugged him from behind, "If I tell you to sleep, just sleep with me, what nonsense! You can't stop nagging at night, are you annoying?!"

He Jingrui has been reciting for a long time today, and he is already exhausted. He did some exercise just now, and now he is hugging Shen Qingyuan as much as he can.

Shen Qingyuan noticed his fatigue in the bathroom, even though he was yelling to get down, his arms and legs just pretended to move a few times, and let him hug him obediently, to satisfy his manly vanity.

Struggling to carry him onto the bed, He Damiao lay down on the mattress, panting with his tongue out.

"What did you do during the day? Are you so tired?" The little shoemaker rubbed his shoulders distressedly.

"Go to the construction site...to inspect."

"Going to the construction site when it's raining? No wonder your clothes are wet. I'll make you a bowl of ginger soup so you don't catch a cold."

Big Miao turned over and pressed him down, closed his eyes and muttered: "Lie down for me, don't go anywhere... I don't have the energy to chase you..."

Shen Qingyuan had no choice but to let him suppress him.

Big Miao is so tired, his hands are still not idle.Holding the little shoemaker's head with both hands, his fingers ran through the hair, gently pressing his scalp inch by inch.

"What are you touching?" Shen Qingyuan couldn't help asking until his hair became numb from his pressure.

"Is it fair if I touch your head? Well, it's really not fair. Did you hit it when you were a child?" He Jingrui murmured.

"My mother worked behind my back when I was a child, but she couldn't see, and hit my head like this." Shen Qingyuan said with a smile.

"It's a good thing I didn't get fooled."

"My brain is not working well now, and memorization is not as fast as yours."

After He Jingrui touched his head, he touched his shoulder again.The skin is intact, the bones are hard, and the muscles are like stones, all from hard physical work.

"You're tired today, go to bed early." Shen Qingyuan thought he was thinking about something again, and gently reminded him to pay attention to his body.

"Qingyuan." He Jingrui propped up his upper body, staring at him without blinking.

It was a rare and deep gaze, as if looking into his bones through the skin and flesh, and as if looking through time to see his whole life.

Shen Qingyuan saw the unspeakable persistence in those eyes, it was He Jingrui who was very, very hard to get close to him.

Feeling overwhelmed, Shen Qingyuan couldn't help raising his hand to stroke/touch his cheek.

"You have to trust me." He Jingrui suddenly whispered these words.

"I believe in you." Shen Qingyuan replied without thinking.

"I'll be nice to you."

"En." Shen Qingyuan stretched out his arms, hugged him tightly, and quietly felt his heartbeat.

This moment is forever.

On the day of Shen's mother's operation, He Jingrui rushed to the hospital ahead of time, carrying a beautifully packaged box with a red down jacket in his hand.

The old lady sat on the hospital bed, combed her hair meticulously, and smiled at him peacefully: "Xiaohe is here?"

"Mom," He Jingrui put the box in her hand, "I bought you a present. Open it and have a look."

With his help, the old lady fumbled to open the box, "Clothes? Down jacket?"

"Yeah, it's your favorite red."

"Red..." Mother Shen caressed/touched the smooth fabric, her fingers trembling slightly, "I've always wanted to buy a red dress."

"I know, so I bought one specially. The color is very positive, as red as fire!"

The old lady had a yearning smile on her face, as if she was trying to imagine the fire-like color that she had never seen before.

"After the surgery, you can wear it back to Yangliu Village, okay?"

"My old lady, I'm afraid I won't be able to wear this kind of red color." Shen's mother choked up and said.

"Why can't you wear it? Grandma Zhang is wearing it, she's two years older than you." He Jingrui held her dry hand firmly, as if wanting to pass on his strength to her.

"Okay, listen to you, I'll go back wearing it." Mother Shen shook/held his hand instead, nodding her head vigorously.

The medical staff came in and pushed Shen's mother out of the ward, and He Jingrui followed behind and shouted, "I'll show you the clothes after you finish the operation."

Mother Shen turned her head and smiled in his direction.

He Jingrui stood outside the operating room with his back against the wall, staring at the blue sky outside the window in a daze.

He hesitated whether to tell Shen Qingyuan about Shen's mother.

He was not afraid of taking responsibility, but mainly worried that if the operation was not successful, the old lady would quietly go back to Yangliu Village to wait for her death, maybe her son would not be by her side when she died.If that were the case, the little shoemaker would surely die of grief.

Both mother and son are afraid of causing trouble to others, but they don't consider what kind of regret their stubborn self-esteem will bring to their relatives and lovers?

He took out his mobile phone, took a deep breath, and dialed Shen Qingyuan's number.

Shen Qingyuan's voice came from the phone, with Xiaoqin and Chumu chattering in the background, as well as the sound of pots and bowls clashing.

Hearing these voices, imagining their flustered appearance, He Jingrui couldn't help but smile: "Are the two of them here to eat together again?" "

"Yeah, we're going to make some new dishes... Hey, I've got enough salt, and it will be salty again!" The little shoemaker was talking, his mouth was too busy.

"Can the new dishes you cook be eaten? Last time I ate so much that I had diarrhea." He Jingrui teased with a smile.

"He Jingrui, if you talk nonsense again, you won't be able to eat whatever you want!" This was Chu Mu's voice.

"If it's okay, I'll hang up first... Hey, is that sugar or monosodium glutamate..." In the chaos, Shen Qingyuan hung up the phone.

He Jingrui stared at the phone until the light on the screen disappeared, leaving a small piece of darkness.He put the phone back into his pocket and continued to stare at the blue sky in a daze.

The sun was just right, he closed his eyes with a smile, and quietly felt the temperature of the light.

He decided not to tell the little shoemaker about Shen's mother's condition.

Let him bear these things alone, he likes that Shen Qingyuan is carefree every day.

Facts have proved that He Damiao's decision is wise.

The operation was very successful. With the medication, Shen's mother only needs to have an annual check-up and a chemotherapy injection, and she doesn't even need chemotherapy.

But chemotherapy needles are very expensive.In other words, He Jingrui needs to pay at least over [-] yuan in medical expenses for Shen's mother every year.

For his sake, Shen's mother couldn't even say a word of gratitude, it's too light!As she told Grandma Zhang later, so what if Xiao He is a man?He really regards me as his own mother, and some sons may not be as good as him!

In the days before Shen's mother was discharged from the hospital, He Jingrui was running around the company, the hospital, his family, and Qingrui, so he was really busy.

He had to ask his immediate superior, his father, for leave.

This matter was brought up at the dinner table, and both his brother and Xiaoqin were there.

He Chenggong immediately agreed to give him a two-week vacation, and then said to his eldest son: "Xiaohui, you have rested for a long time, and you can go back to work tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Xiaorui will return to the real estate company after the vacation."

"Dad, Xiao Rui has done a good job during this time, why not let him continue to work for a while." He Jinghui seemed very reluctant to return to work.

"Xiao Rui has indeed done a good job, but he is not experienced enough. It is not time for him to take over." He Chenggong glanced thoughtfully at Xiao Qin, who was eating quietly, and said to his eldest son, "Did you rest too much?" Been lazy for a long time?"

He Jinghui said hesitantly, "I'm going to travel to Nepal, and I've already bought the plane tickets."

He Chenggong said unexpectedly: "It's the same if you go at another time."

"It's been a long time since I took a vacation." He Jinghui said with a wry smile: "Another time, who knows that I can only take a rest in the Year of the Monkey?"

"Is tourism more important than company?" He Chenggong said sternly.

"Playing with things and losing one's ambition!" This sentence was said by Chong Xiaoqin.

Xiaoqin kept her eyes on her nose, her nose and her heart, and concentrated on the food in the bowl, as if she didn't hear the conversation between the father and son at all.

"Dad, the employees still have their annual leave. I, the president, haven't taken a break for several years in a row."

"Is that the same? From now on, the He family will belong to you and Xiao Rui."

The father and son talked to each other, fighting with each other, and the smoke filled the air.He Jinghui insisted on taking a vacation, but He Chenggong firmly disagreed.

It was a rare time for He Mianku to argue with his father. It was such a small matter, but they insisted on winning or losing.

As the instigator of the incident, He Jingrui minimized his presence as much as possible, for fear of being drawn into the flames of war.

He felt that the eldest brother was also very pitiful. He was used to caring and big cotton trousers, and when he disobeyed his father once in a while, He Chenggong would be furious and had to beat him up.The extra eccentricity that my father gave is not usually heavy, but luckily it didn't fall on me.

Seeing that He Chenggong was about to jump up, Xiaoqin, who had been silent all this time, pressed He Jinghui's arm lightly and persuaded: "Forget it, we can go to Nepal another day. I will refund the plane ticket tomorrow."

There was a moment of silence at the dinner table.

"Okay." He Jinghui finally compromised unwillingly.

He Chenggong gave Xiaoqin an approving look.After that, she began to tell her: "I will rebuild the tombstone at home in a few days, so you go and watch it. My uncle's daughter-in-law just gave birth to twins, so you can go and have a look when you have time, and help if you need help."

Xiaoqin agreed with a low eyebrow.

Dad, this is the rhythm of cultivating a future daughter-in-law, He Jingrui thought to himself.

The He family is a traditional big family, He Chenggong is equivalent to the patriarch of this family, and as the eldest son, He Jinghui is the future patriarch.If you want to be his wife, you must learn to take care of various affairs in the family - this is what He Chenggong requires of his eldest son and daughter-in-law.

He Jingrui mourned for Xiaoqin in his heart, sister, your freedom has come to an end.