On the first day of coming to Fang's house, the old hen's feathers were plucked by Fang Huai. After that, it stayed peacefully in the Fang's yard without any sense of existence. When passing by, it will burrow into the grass next to it.
After a long time, even Fang's family forgot that there was an old hen and an old duck in the house.
But this time, Gu Rong remembered it deeply.
When the old hen ran out of the grass, no one reacted. When he came back to his senses, a large area of red was pecked on his arm, and he immediately screamed out.
Only then did Fang Yan come to his senses, and quickly rushed over to hug the old hen, hugging it tightly in his arms, letting it flap its wings, and not letting it have a chance to struggle out.
"It, it, it... it didn't do it on purpose!" Fang Yan said nervously: "It was the second brother who plucked its hair last time, and this time I heard you say that it lost hair, probably because I regarded you as the second brother..."
Gu Rong: "..."
Gu Rong said violently: "How am I like that brat Fang Huai?!"
Fang Yan immediately closed his mouth.
He thought to himself: Yes, it really doesn't look like it.
How could Huahua recognize the wrong person
It's a pity that he doesn't understand chicken language, nor does he understand the ability to communicate with animals, so he has no way to understand what the old hen is thinking.
Fang Ke checked and saw that his arm was red but not broken, so he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, just go and apply it."
Fang Yan quickly put the old hen back into the coop, and he drove the remaining chickens in. He locked the cage, and then followed the two of them step by step, and entered the house together.
The old lady was sitting on the sofa watching TV, when she heard three people coming in, she immediately turned her head and looked over, she saw Gu Rong's flushed arm at a glance, and immediately yelled out 'Oh, what's going on? ? How did you get hurt?"
"It's nothing, Grandma Fang, I accidentally fell." Gu Rong said.
He didn't tell anything about the old hen, but Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, after raising Huahua for so long, he has cultivated feelings. If everyone suddenly became interested and said that they wanted to kill Huahua, he would be a little bit reluctant. After all, Huahua is so old, the meat must not be easy to bite.
"Housekeeper, quickly bring the medicine box here." The old lady pulled Gu Rong to her side, and whispered around his wound: "Why are you so careless? Look at the red one, it's lucky that it's not injured. If your hand hurts, I won't even be able to explain to your grandpa."
Gu Rong smiled and said, "My grandpa definitely doesn't take it seriously. I was thrown into the training camp by him a while ago. Didn't I just come out? I fell in there every day. I'm used to it, and I haven't seen it. Grandpa is distressed."
"Oh, he threw you into the training camp? Old man Gu is not serious. How old are you? Why did you train with those adults." The old lady felt more and more distressed: "I have suffered a lot in there. ? Look at you, it's even darker than Yanyan."
Suddenly hearing his name, Fang Yan raised his head immediately. He looked around, saw no one was looking at him, and continued to bow his head in regret.
"Yan Yan is white, look, it looks like when I was a child." Gu Rong boasted: "It's white and fat, it looks very lucky."
Now he heard that he was praising himself! Fang Yan's ears turned red all of a sudden, his head lowered all of a sudden, his face flushed with embarrassment, and he walked behind Fang Ke embarrassingly.
"You didn't see it. When Yanyan first came back, it was as black as a small coal ball." The old lady said with a smile: "His mother is worried all day long, and she wipes everything on Yanyan's face. It turned into what you see now... I still have photos."
When Fang Yan just came back, their family took a family portrait together.
The old lady brought it over to him with great interest, Gu Rong took it, lowered her head, and immediately saw the small briquettes standing in the center.
He was immediately happy, not to mention, it was really dark!
The child in the photo is dark and thin, and there is no such thing as a white and fat child. If he was a glutinous rice dumpling when he was a child, he was a briquette when he first came back. Now it is whiter and fatter, and it has grown from a briquette to a sesame ball.
In the photo, Fang Yan still had a timid face, surrounded by his family members, but he looked very nervous, he huddled together, looking pitiful. Gu Rong took another look at the child hiding behind Fang Ke, but now he was a little more courageous, and secretly poked his head out to see him.
The old lady became interested, so she took out all the photo albums and showed Gu Rong one by one.
Maybe it was to make up for the regret that the youngest son was not around these years. Since Fang Yan came back, Fang's mother has become obsessed with taking pictures, and took the opportunity to record her son's appearance with photos. In just this period of time, Fang Yan The photos already filled half the album.
Gu Rong flipped through the pages one by one, seeing clearly the process of the small briquettes growing into sesame balls.
When he looked up after watching it, he found that the protagonist in the photo had disappeared at some point.
"Where's Yan Yan?"
The old lady covered her mouth and snickered: "He's shy and ran away."
"What about Fang Ke?"
"Xiao Ke should be practicing calligraphy at this time. He said early this morning that he would take the inkstone to practice calligraphy. You go to the study and look for them. Maybe they are both there."
Gu Rong agreed, exchanged a few steps with the old lady, then got up and walked towards the study.
He opened the door and went in, and the two of them were indeed inside.
Fang Yan sat on his children's table and chair, holding a pen, copying the copybook in a serious manner. Gu Rong walked over to take a look, and saw that the child's handwriting was as good as a dog's crawl, and he suddenly burst out laughing.
The child suddenly raised his head ferociously and stared over.
"Why are you staring at me? Your handwriting, tsk tsk tsk." Gu Rong gave him an example: "Look at your brother's handwriting, the sharpness of the pen, the bearing, it's beautiful."
Fang Ke paused, and looked over helplessly: "Don't tease him."
"I'm not kidding him, I'm telling the truth." Gu Rong said with a smile: "You have written beautifully, but my old man used your handwriting to scold me all day long, saying every day that I write like a dog. "
"You are a dog yourself, and you still have the nerve to teach Yan Yan a lesson?"
"What lesson? I'm just reminding you!" Gu Rong said.
Fang Ke became more and more helpless, and casually took out a piece of candy cake from the snack plate next to him, and stuffed it into his younger brother's hand: "Take a break."
Fang Yan hummed in frustration.
As soon as I heard it, I knew it was very sad.
Gu Rong was stunned for a moment, then panicked: "I... I just said it casually, don't take it too seriously..."
The child raised his eyelids to look at him, sighed, and became more and more sad.
"Why… "
Gu Rong was momentarily at a loss for words, racking her brains to think of words of comfort.
Seeing the child getting more and more frustrated, his usually eloquent mouth couldn't even think of a word.