Chapter 133 Good Stuff
The person just walked out of the ward.
Xiao Zhiyu immediately reached out and dragged the chair next to him closer to the bed. At the same time, he gestured to Deng Chengxin and said softly, "Uncle Deng, please sit down and talk."
After he asked the other party to sit down, he did not speak immediately.
Instead, he paused for a moment before slowly asking, "Uncle Deng, has Aunt Ying been in good health these past few years? Is there anything wrong?"
He always remembered that incident in his heart.
It was because at that time, Aunt Ying suddenly fell ill and needed to return to her hometown to recuperate that Deng Chengxin was prompted to withdraw from the team life and return to his hometown to accompany his wife.
When hearing this question, Deng Chengxin's eyes softened a little and a warm smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"She's... okay, there's no major problem."
As he spoke, he sighed softly and added another sentence.
"Two years ago, we also brought her back to live in the city, but at that time you were still in Shenzhen, so we didn't know the specific news and didn't specifically inform you."
After saying this, he seemed to suddenly remember something, his eyes flashed, and he looked at Xiao Zhiyu with a smile.
"You're quite good at hiding things! If Xiao Ruan hadn't mentioned it just now, I wouldn't have known you were married. When did it happen? You didn't even say hello!"
Xiao Zhiyu was slightly stunned, and the expression on his face suddenly became complicated.
He lowered his head, pinched the bridge of his nose, and smiled slightly awkwardly.
"Well, this was a bit hasty. Actually, when we first got closer, our relationship wasn't formally confirmed. Then we got together without thinking about having a wedding."
After a pause, his expression became somewhat gloomy.
"Later, something went wrong with Village Chief Yuan, and things happened one after another very quickly. Plus, I also... well, so the wedding has been delayed until now."
Having said that, he smiled bitterly.
"It really hasn't been done yet. It really hasn't been done yet."
Deng Chengxin, who was sitting opposite, was older.
Having seen and heard so much, I am naturally particularly sensitive to the emotions hidden in such words.
I saw that there was something unspeakable in Xiao Zhiyu's words.
He nodded in understanding and did not continue the topic.
Then he smiled and changed the subject.
"Okay, okay, that means we still have a chance to make it. I'm still looking forward to drinking a glass of your wedding wine!"
As he was speaking, a few light footsteps were heard from the side.
I saw Xiaojun lying on the edge of the bed rubbing his sleepy eyes and woke up.
The sound of their conversation woke him from his deep sleep.
Although the child's sweet dream was disturbed, he did not get angry.
Instead, he obediently wiped his eyes with his hands and slowly climbed down from the bed.
While getting out of bed, he tidied his clothes.
Then, he walked over to Xiao Zhiyu, looked up and asked curiously, "Dad, who is this grandpa? Is he your old friend?"
At this moment, Deng Chengxin's attention was immediately attracted.
The little boy was wearing a neat little blue cotton coat.
The child was wrapped tightly, and there was a patch on each knee of his black trousers.
Although it looks a little broken, the stitching is fine and neat.
What surprised him most was that the child's facial features were surprisingly similar to Xiao Zhiyu's.
"Zhiyu, this child is..."
Deng Chengxin was full of questions.
He suddenly reacted and thought quickly.
Xiao Zhiyu and Ruan Chuxia have been married for less than a year.
And the child in front of me looks like he is six or seven years old, right?
What's more, when Xiao Kangjun passed away, I heard that Xiao Zhiyu seemed to be still single.
Xiao Zhiyu's expression was quite frank, without any concealment at all, and he even seemed a little proud.
He explained generously, "This is my son, Xiao Jiajun. Xiaojun, come and call Grandpa Deng."
The little boy standing nearby blinked when he heard his father's words.
Then he smiled sweetly and politely and called out in a clear voice.
"Hello, Grandpa Deng."
As soon as these words came out, Deng Chengxin was almost stunned for a moment.
He opened his eyes wide and looked at the two people, one big and one small, in front of him, and was speechless for a moment.
"Zhiyu...how did you...how did this happen?"
Xiao Zhiyu had actually anticipated the occurrence of this scene.
He didn't explain anything further, but just lowered his head quietly, with no emotion on his face.
At this time, the little boy Xiaojun looked up at Deng Chengxin, who looked embarrassed.
He turned and looked at his silent father Xiao Zhiyu with an innocent expression.
"What are you talking about?"
Looking at such a well-behaved and sensible child and listening to his innocent questions, Deng Chengxin couldn't help but be stunned.
He immediately composed himself again and tried to make his question more subtle.
He paused, suppressed his inner surprise and asked in a low voice.
"Does Xiao Ruan...know about this?"
Xiao Zhiyu nodded gently and answered simply and clearly: "Yes."
At this time, Deng Chengxin's heart was completely in a mess.
He smiled bitterly in his heart and shook his head with a sigh.
Oh no! This is such a mess!
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At half past four, the sun gradually tilted towards the west.
Just then, light footsteps were heard in the hospital corridor.
Ruan Chuxia left the office on time.
I saw her taking off her white coat very skillfully, and then carefully hanging it in the cabinet.
Then he turned around and greeted his colleague Sun Xiaoling.
"I'm leaving first. I have to pick up Xiaojun."
The moment you push open the door and enter the ward.
Ruan Chuxia realized that something was wrong in the room.
There were only Xiao Zhiyu and Xiaojun inside.
Deng Chengxin, who was talking just now, is no longer there.
She asked with some confusion: "Teacher Deng is gone?"
Xiao Zhiyu, who was looking through documents, raised his head and looked at his wife at the door.
He responded in a calm tone: "Well, let's go."
Xiaojun, who was standing by, immediately jumped in to say, "Grandpa Deng said he'll come visit Dad tomorrow and bring something special!"
nice one?
Ruan Chuxia's mind immediately came to the shiny golden malted milk cans with red trademarks in the supply and marketing cooperative.
She frowned slightly, her eyes hesitant, and spoke with a bit of entanglement, "This isn't very appropriate... Today, Master Deng officially accepted me as his disciple, and I was already thinking about buying him a gift for tomorrow's holiday. But now he wants to give something to Dad. Isn't this too much trouble for him?"
"What Uncle Deng prepared might not be what you thought."
Xiao Zhiyu smiled lightly.
"Anyway, it's just something you bought at a supply and marketing cooperative or a state-owned store."
Ruan Chuxia responded with some indifference.
In this era of limited material wealth, most decent daily necessities and food can only be found in these two stores.
Almost every household can only rely on these things to survive.
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