Chapter 25 Anyway, in the entire Qin Family Compound, no one...
"Yes, when we're alone with Yangyang, we'll definitely help you persuade him. Yangyang is still young, and your family is fully capable of supporting him to repeat the year. Maybe in the second half of the year, without us even mentioning it, he'll be willing to continue on his own."
Qin Guihua was a divorced woman, and although neither she nor her son had said it explicitly, Chen Aiguo had already guessed it based on their past reactions.
There were more than a dozen other tenants living in their compound, and everyone saw him messing around every day. Although he initially didn't speak to them, over time, some of them occasionally came to talk to him. Over time, Chen Aiguo was able to confirm Qin Guihua's divorced status from the fragmentary words of others.
Divorce is a big deal these days, and it is extremely rare in the entire Long County. If one or two divorces happen in their village, it will cause an uproar and attract a lot of attention from the whole village.
Anyway, because he knew that such things were not easy to talk about directly, Chen Aiguo, who had known everything for a long time, never mentioned it to anyone. When he saw the cheerful Qin Guihua, he subconsciously avoided her and only spoke to her a few words when there were many people around.
Just like before, he hadn't said anything at first. But now, seeing her emotionally agitated and his wife going out to comfort her, Chen Aiguo couldn't help but offer a few words of leniency.
"I hope so. I've already severely burdened my son so many times. If something like this happens again, I'll definitely protect him with all my might. I won't let him be burdened by me even a little bit." The town streets were bustling with people, and even in front of her own small shop, Qin Guihua couldn't hold back her tears. But as she left Grandma Chen's arms and wiped her eyes and nose with a handkerchief, she spoke in a very low voice.
To be honest, the other person's voice was really soft and vague, like a casual remark made by someone in the current environment.
But after hearing her words, Chen Pan's heart sank.
Ever since hearing the Qin family's story, Chen Pan had been absent-minded the entire afternoon.
But even so, she took the brown paper her grandfather found, sat in her grandparents' small room, and carefully wrapped all the textbooks with book covers.
The house they rented was only 30 square meters.
But because of their current business, they needed to place the pancake oven on the outside, along with the chopping board and cabinets for storing flour, oil, and salt. This significantly increased their living space. At least in the middle, grandparents had given her four square meters of personal space. They could also fit a small dining table near her room, and there was enough space between her and the bathroom across the way.
The kitchen at the back and the small bedroom next to it look very suitable because most of the flour for making cakes at home is stored in the large storage cabinet outside.
The most important thing is that there are two large windows on the wall facing the Qin family's courtyard, and a small back door that leads directly into the Qin family's yard.
Even though the Qin family's house was densely packed with buildings, it was only two stories high. Their yard was spacious, with a wide, immaculately clean concrete terrace. The small garden and vegetable patch in the center were also ample. Sitting in his grandparents' small room, Chen Pan felt as if he were still in their rural hometown.
Before, when Chen Pan was doing homework or eating alone, she'd sit on her grandparents' small kang. Now, when she was wrapping her dozen or so books, she sat on the kang, using the flaked, paint-chipped table she'd borrowed from their family. Even when she sat there, the Qin family's tenants would subconsciously glance over at her whenever they came. But even in broad daylight, Chen Pan didn't draw the curtains or deliberately avoid them.
I like the feeling of sitting by the window and doing nothing quietly. When Chen Pan finished packing the last English book, he even smiled and glanced at the Qin family's yard again.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Pan suddenly found himself face to face with Qin Yang, who was standing in the middle of the yard holding a large iron bowl.
The Qin family's yard is really big, the area should be more than 70 or 80 square meters.
It's fair to say that most of the rural courtyards in Longcheng, like Chen Pan's, are standard three-courtyard structures. The front yard houses chicken pens and pig pens, firewood and hay, and a small garage for carts and tractors. The middle and inner courtyards are where the people actually live, while the backyard is where they grow vegetables and various fruit trees.
The Qin family had houses on all four sides, and the terraces outside were all three meters wide. In the middle, there was a large courtyard where they could grow vegetables, apple trees, and cherry trees, and even keep a small yellow dog under the apple tree. They had to completely connect the three courtyards of the house, completely combining them into one.
He turned around and stared at Qin Yang, who was standing in the middle of the yard. When he quickly lowered his head to feed the puppy, Chen Pan was stunned for a moment, then put down the brown paper and book in his hands and went out directly.
It was around four in the afternoon, and although a few neighbors passed by while Chen Pan was wrapping books, they were actually students and parents from the nearby No. 6 Middle School. The other workers who rented the yard, the actual migrant workers and nearby workers, hadn't returned yet.
Since there weren't many people in the Qin family compound, Chen Pan walked out through the back door, then stood on the terrace and started talking to Qin Yang, who was about ten meters away from her. "Qin Yang, how old is your puppy? What's its name? Why did you tie it up there?"
Whether Qin Yang was eighteen or sixteen years old, he looked older than Chen Pan.
But unfortunately, Chen Pan is a grown-up who is almost 30 years old. Coupled with the name Qin Yang, it feels a bit weird whether calling him "Brother Qin" or "Brother Yang".
So at this moment, seeing that there were no adults around, Chen Pan called the other person's name directly.
Qin Yang, who had just been caught by her, didn't care about her address. After pouring all the leftovers in his bowl to the puppy at home, he slowly walked over and said, "His name is Wangcai. He is eight years old this year. He used to be tied to the door of my house. But then I started renting out my house, and more and more people came to the yard. Some like dogs, while others are particularly afraid of them. I had no choice but to move his doghouse here."
As he spoke, Qin Yang, holding an empty bowl, had already walked down the steps in the yard and came to Chen Pan step by step.
"We have a dog at home, too. When we moved here, my grandfather got rid of all our chickens, ducks, and rabbits. He also gave our lambs and our old ox to the village shepherds and cowherds. In the end, only Xiao Hei was left to guard our yard. Oh, and like your Wangcai, Xiao Hei is a standard little local dog."
"Is it black?"
Turning around to look at the little yellow dog in his yard that was wagging its tail crazily and showing off its fans, Qin Yang, who was still dressed in black, responded politely.
"It's yellow, but its nose is very black, and the area around its mouth is also black, so we call it Blackie."
Feeling a little impatient, Chen Pan saw Qin Yang had already turned his head to look at the back door of the shop next door during the conversation. Anxious, he quickly put down his hand that was gesturing and quickly got straight to the topic: "By the way, Qin Yang, does your mother often hold her stomach after eating?"
Qin Yang and Chen Pan were not familiar with each other. It was just because she was about the same age as him, and she had come to view the house alone and signed the contract with him alone. In addition, the shop they rented was closest to his family's small shop, so he unconsciously became a little curious about her.
Anyway, after saying a few polite words to her just now, Qin Yang was actually ready to say goodbye in order to avoid unnecessary trouble.
But when he heard the other party suddenly mention his mother, Qin Yang quickly turned his head away and placed his empty iron fist on the windowsill behind him. "Yes, she occasionally has a small problem with bloating. So after every meal, she usually stands for a while holding her stomach."
"Is that so?" After suddenly bringing the topic here, Chen Pan, who was originally a little nervous, suddenly was not nervous at all.
She held the view that whether the other person listened or not was his business, and whether she spoke or not was hers; as long as she had a clear conscience, that was all that mattered. Soon, Chen Pan, who looked only fourteen years old, wearing a thick pink coat, with her hair tied in a high ponytail and a pink wreath on top, quickly said, "Chen Yang, I speak frankly. If I say anything unpleasant, please don't get angry!"
"It's okay, just tell me what you want to say. I won't be angry." Qin Yang had to be cautious when it came to his mother. When answering Chen Pan, he subconsciously stood up straight.
"It's like this. The mother of a classmate of mine was hospitalized a year ago. Before she was hospitalized, she felt bloated in her upper abdomen after eating, which is what we call flatulence. At first, she thought she had flatulence and didn't take it seriously. She just bought some stomach medicine and took it, so the disease was completely delayed. In addition to feeling bloated and painful in her upper abdomen after eating, she also lost weight rapidly within half a year. This weight loss was inexplicable. It didn't mean that she exercised or dieted, but she became very thin inexplicably.
My classmate also said that her mother seems to have lost interest in meat lately. She feels inexplicably nauseous when she sees it, and her stools seem black, and she vomits black blood. Maybe I'm overthinking it, but I've seen your mother walking around with her hands on her left side. Last time, my grandma was making pies, and as soon as she took out the braised pork, your mother covered her mouth and vomited. Afraid we'd overthink it, she quickly explained that she'd been unable to see meat for the past few months and felt sick at the sight of any kind of meat, and it wasn't meant to be directed at us—"
If you say this to an ordinary person, they will definitely get angry.
But Qin Yang had been a doctor in his previous life, and his mother had mentioned at noon that his dream was to become a doctor when he grew up. This meant that he was more receptive to such things than others, and would be more cautious and sensitive after receiving such reminders. So at this moment, Chen Pan didn't hesitate and quickly spoke to him, following his previous reactions.
Since his rebirth, Chen Pan has taken every step slowly and cautiously.
There are many people whose fate she wants to change, like her good friend Yang Xiaomei who married early and had a difficult childbirth, and her second grandmother who is missing teeth and will die from overwork in a few years.
But because of their limited abilities and age, and the fact that nothing would happen to them immediately, even though Chen Pan was worried, he didn't get too anxious and didn't do anything right away.
But Qin Yang's mother's matter is different from everything else after all.
First, Chen Pan didn’t know exactly when the other person died in his previous life.
Second, for all illnesses, the earlier they are discovered, the better. Chen Pan, who had almost the same fate as the other person in his previous life, was very clear about this.
So after hearing the other party's self-pitying words in the morning, Chen Pan felt that this matter could not be delayed.
Recalling the various early symptoms of his past life, Chen Pan spoke with mixed emotions. Suddenly noticing that Qin Yang had remained silent while he spoke, Chen Pan finally reiterated, "Anyway, this is just my random guess based on the symptoms I saw in your mother and what my friend said about her mother's stomach cancer. I'm not a doctor, and I haven't been exposed to anything medical, so you can believe it if you want. If you don't, then—"
"Thank you. I will take my mother to a large hospital for examination as soon as possible. No matter what the final result of my mother's examination is, I am very grateful to you. I know you mean well."
Qin Yang was completely shocked, or rather frightened, by what Chen Pan said.
Knowing that the other party has good intentions and that most people are afraid of being misunderstood, even if they have a bad guess, they may not necessarily state the result decisively.
Anyway, when Qin Yang realized what was happening, he immediately thanked Chen Pan very seriously.
"It's okay, maybe I'm just overthinking it. But even if it's just a simple stomach ailment, I think you should take your mother to a big hospital instead of letting her keep holding it in and feeling uncomfortable."
Seeing that his attitude was okay, Chen Pan breathed a sigh of relief and immediately said that maybe everything was just a misunderstanding.
"Yeah, yeah, right!"
Qin Yang was already a little distracted when his mother called him from his family's grocery store. Chen Pan said goodbye to her naturally, using the excuse that she had to go back to make dinner.
"Okay, bye!"
Qin Yang, who had always maintained a calm expression, also said goodbye.
After Chen Pan entered their small house, he picked up the big bowl next to him and walked towards his own shop, which was more than twice the size of Chen's, with a normal look on his face.
But when Qin Yang entered the house, he was tripped by the thick door railing. In the end, he quickly grabbed a shelf in front of him and managed to steady himself.
"Haha, you little brat! You just had a few words with the girl next door, why are you so guilty? You're actually tripped up by the threshold you've stepped on since you were little! You're incredible!!"
Seeing her son like this, Qin Guihua, who had already discovered the situation inside, covered her waist and couldn't help laughing.
Qin Yang, who was particularly shy outside, immediately looked embarrassed.
But seeing his mother finish her dinner and then, as expected, clutch her waist and stomach in the familiar gesture, Qin Yang's smile seemed forced. After dealing with his mother and entering the small room where they ate and rested, Qin Yang suddenly felt his entire body drained of strength, and he quickly slid down, leaning against the wall.
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