Chapter 43: The Scheming School Bully (43)
The weather was cold, and Fu Hanchi was wearing a long black windbreaker and a cashmere scarf.
He has a slim and upright figure, with unruly gray hair that slightly hides his sharp eyebrows and eyes, and a handsome face. From a distance, he looks like the male protagonist in a Korean drama, full of atmosphere.
He led Shen Yuan downstairs, his eyes like stars.
The cold wind was so biting that it penetrated into people's pores.
Chen Yuan's eyes trembled, her oval face turned slightly red, and the tip of her nose was also red, like a lost deer in winter, smart and pure.
The two walked slowly but in unexpected harmony, and finally stopped in front of an old house.
Shen Yuan raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.
Soon, the door opened and a middle-aged man leaned out.
Shen Yuan blinked, a little surprised.
Grandma Yang has no children and has always been alone, so she is taken care of so well.
The man's voice was old and had a rustic air.
"Who are you looking for?"
Shen Yuan asked softly
"Hello, is Grandma Yang here?"
The man asked with a puzzled look on his face
"Which Grandma Yang?"
"That's the grandmother who used to live in this house, with gray hair and a kind face."
The man suddenly realized
"Oh~ You're talking about her. She died two months ago."
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The mountain road was muddy, and the small spots of mud splashed from the ground stained Chen Yuan's coat, making it wet.
The cold wind ruffled Shen Yuan's black hair.
Grandma Yang's tomb is very simple and was built with funds raised by the elderly people in the slums.
Chen Yuan held the flowers, her face pale, her eyes trembling and shattered, she choked with sobs
"Grandma Yang, I'm A Yuan, I'm here to see you."
Fu Hanchi stood quietly by the side, holding a black umbrella to protect Chen Yuan from the wind and rain.
Shen Yuan squatted down, put the daisy aside, and reached out to clean up the fallen leaves in front of the tomb.
"I'm sorry it's taken so long to come see you."
Shen Yuan spoke slowly, without haste, and full of nostalgia.
"These days, I go to study at Peking University and Tsinghua University. There, I'm not bullied and I've made a lot of friends."
Shen Yuan smiled, her eyes red, she looked at Fu Hanchi
"You must be wondering who he is? He's my boyfriend. We've known each other since high school and have been together for almost a year. What do you think? He's quite handsome, isn't he?"
Fu Hanchi half squatted down, nodded politely, and spoke in a cold voice.
"Hello grandma, I'm Fu Hanchi."
Shen Yuan leaned on his shoulder and touched the petals of the daisy
"Don't worry, he treats me very well. I am very happy now."
When Grandma Yang was alive, the person she missed most was Chen Yuan.
At that time, the original owner had just transferred to this school and was scolded as an unwanted wild child.
She rushed to the school alone to support her.
"I am A Yuan's grandmother. Who said no one wants her?"
At that time, she was the only light in the original owner's dark life.
She had difficulty walking, so in order to save money on bus fare, she walked several stops before reaching Chen Yuan's school.
Although she lives in poverty, she buys a lot of emergency medicines for Chen Yuan on the eve of the college entrance examination.
Grandma Yang can afford this bouquet of daisies.
He talked a lot more.
Finally, Fu Hanchi helped Shen Yuan stand up.
Chen Yuan bent down and bowed to Grandma Yang, tears rolling down her eyes.
"You must be happy over there, too."
The road down the mountain was muddy and drizzling.
On a branch covered with melted snow, a snow-white butterfly kept looking in the direction the two people left.
It didn't withdraw its gaze until the figure disappeared at the end of the mountain road, flapped its wings, and flew into the sky.
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