Despite the torrential rain and strong winds, Han Fei searched for a long time before finally finding Han Chengshan in a dilapidated bicycle parking lot.
"You little rascal, you know how to dodge."
Han Fei tilted the umbrella towards him, looking down at Han Chengshan who was already soaked to the bone: "You're injured and you're still getting rained on. Aren't you afraid of getting your wound infected?"
Han Chengshan sat squatting, not even raising his head.
"Didn't you already call me grandpa? Why are you being so impolite now?"
Han Chengshan remained silent.
"White is white, and black is black. Even if I have no power or influence, I will help you get justice. I'm not kidding."
Upon hearing this, Han Chengshan finally moved. He looked up at Han Fei and asked, "Can I trust you?"
"Of course." Han Fei patted his wet head. "I'm your grandfather. If you don't trust me, who else can you trust?"
"Come on, go home and take a hot bath. You'll hear good news in a few days." Han Fei held out his hand to him.
Han Chengshan pursed his lips, rubbed his face with his hand, and finally reached out and placed his hand on Han Fei's hand. Han Fei pulled hard, and Han Chengshan stood up.
What are you going to do?
"Don't worry about it, just focus on recovering. You'll hear good news when you're healed."
"I don't think you're very trustworthy."
"But you can only trust me, can't you? Do you have a better plan?"
"No."
After rushing out, Han Chengshan ran wildly in the rain to vent his anger. Apart from self-harm, he had no better way to deal with those adults who turned black into white and controlled everything.
He wanted to grow up, to become incredibly powerful. But for him, there was nothing he could do about it; it was impossible.
"Grandpa will make a pinky promise with you, and I'll help you get justice."
Han Fei extended one little finger.
Han Chengshan's lips twitched: "I'm not Xiao Qi."
He verbally expressed his disgust, but his little finger still honestly reached out.
After making the pinky promise, Han Chengshan felt incredibly ashamed and turned to stride into the rain.
"Hey kid, umbrella!"
"No need, you can handle it yourself."
Han Fei said helplessly, "Slow down. I'm an old man, and I'm lame."
"Old people are such a hassle!"
Despite his outward reluctance, Han Chengshan's pace slowed down more and more.
...
Han Fei took good care of Han Chengshan for five days, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the boy had not suffered from wound infection or high fever due to the rain.
Young people recover quickly; Han Chengshan's wound has already scabbed over.
"Don't grab it!" Han Fei slapped away Han Chengshan's hand that was scratching his wound.
"It's so itchy."
"If you scratch it, it will scab over again and leave a scar."
"So what if I get a scar? I'm not a little girl anymore! Scars make me more manly!"
"Tsk! He has a manly charm that attracts young girls?"
Han Chengshan looked disgusted: "Forget it, I hate girls!"
Thinking of the girl who had sent him love letters and professed to like him so much, only to frame him a few days later, Han Chengshan felt disgusted and added, "All girls are crazy!"
"Don't let Xiaorou and Xiaoqi hear you say that."
"Apart from my older sister and my younger sister, all the other girls are crazy!"
Seeing that the old man was about to go to the kitchen to make soup again, Han Chengshan said with a bitter face, "Can you eat something spicy? I feel terrible with this bland soup!"
"cannot."
"Sir, you're home every day. Is this revenge thing even reliable? Last time you said you wanted to get justice, you were just trying to fool me!"
"You don't necessarily have to go out to get things done. I don't want to be a puppy. I made a pinky promise with you, and I will definitely keep my promise."
Han Fei looked at him intently and said, "If I succeed, you must listen to me from now on. Not only must you call me 'Master' verbally, but you must also treat me as 'Master' in your heart."
"Don't even mention treating you like a king in my heart. If you can make those people pay the price, I'll treat you like a god in my heart!"
Han Chengshan was telling the truth. In his opinion, it was simply a pipe dream for his grandfather, a mere candied hawthorn vendor, to deal with those people. If his grandfather could do it, that would be truly miraculous! He would admire him from the bottom of his heart, regarding him as his god, as his superhero grandfather!
"I'll remember that. I'll wait and see; I'll receive the first good news tomorrow."
Han Chengshan pouted: "Why don't I believe you? You're just trying to fool me, aren't you?"
...
Before the next day even arrived, the good news that Han Fei had mentioned came that very afternoon.
[Trending topic #1: The Minister of Education's toilet is made of pure gold!]
When a big boss falls from power, a series of his cronies with vested interests are implicated and investigated, including the husband of the Hong Kong woman.
When Han Chengshan saw this trending topic, his first reaction wasn't that it was the good news his grandfather had mentioned. Instead, he looked puzzled and asked, "Does a gold toilet have more suction when you poop? Are you out of your mind? Can you even recycle gold that's already rotten?"
"Watch your words, we're eating!" Han Chengda glanced at his third brother: "Why are you looking at your phone while eating? Your younger siblings will copy you. Put your phone away."
Han Chengshan turned his head to meet Xiao Qi's bright, sparkling eyes, and coughed lightly: "Okay, I'll put it away."
Little Seven asked in her childish voice, "Third brother, is the golden toilet shiny gold?"
"Uh!" Han Chengshan choked.
"I want a golden toilet, it must look so nice!" Xiaoqi said innocently.
Han Fei chuckled, his face full of doting affection: "When you turn seventy, Grandpa will give you a golden toilet."
"Pfft!" Han Chengshan spat out a mouthful of rice.
Han Chengsi frowned, her little face serious: "Grandpa, Xiao Qi will take it seriously, don't joke with her like that."
Little Qi said in her childish voice, "Grandpa wasn't joking with me!"
Xiao Qi snuggled up to Han Fei and said in a spoiled tone, "Grandpa, you have to keep your word! Xiao Qi wants a shiny, beautiful golden toilet!"
"Alright, alright, Grandpa keeps his word!"
Xiaoqi counted on her fingers: "Xiaoqi is three years old this year. In a few days, it will be Chinese New Year. After Chinese New Year, Xiaoqi will be four years old! It will take another 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 years to grow to ten years old!"
"Right? There are still six years?" Xiao Qi blinked her big, bright eyes and tilted her head to look at Han Fei.
"Yes, Xiao Qi counted correctly!"
"Grandpa, am I smart?"
"clever!"
Han Fei picked up his granddaughter, beaming with joy: "My little Qi is the smartest!"
Seeing the grandfather and grandson being so affectionate, the other children felt a pang of envy but not at all.
Han Chengshan sipped his bland pork rib soup, his eyes fixed on the fried chicken leg in Xiao Wu's hand. He slurped his saliva and, taking advantage of Han Fei's inattention, reached his chopsticks toward the plate of fried chicken legs.
"You little rascal!" Han Fei, with his keen eyes and ears, had already caught a glimpse of the brat's sneaky movements out of the corner of his eye.
Han Chengshan hung his head and sighed, "I know, I know. Until the wound is completely healed, I won't eat fried food, soy sauce, or anything that's too salty or spicy!"
Han Chengshan withdrew his chopsticks and sipped his watery soup dejectedly.
Han Chengda and Han Chengsi exchanged a glance and both narrowed their eyes.
Han Chengda: When did my third brother become so obedient?
Han Chengsi: Did the old man cast a spell on Third Brother?
"Grandpa, I want to drink duck soup tomorrow. I'm tired of pork rib soup."
"Okay, I'll grant your request."
Shock flashed in Han Chengda's eyes.
Han Chengsi lowered her voice and asked Han Chengshan, "Why do you call him grandpa?"
"Haven't I always called him Grandpa?" Han Chengshan realized and touched his nose. "You're all away at school, so it seems you don't know that I call him Grandpa."
"You've acknowledged him?" Han Chengsi frowned deeply.
Han Chengshan shrugged: "It doesn't matter whether we acknowledge him or not, he has always been our grandfather."
After finishing his meal, Han Chengshan took out his phone to continue looking at it. As he looked, he finally realized something was wrong.
Is the Education Bureau being thoroughly investigated?
What does it mean?
Is the person who called the principal, turned the situation around, and distorted the truth about to be exposed?
Or perhaps, that person has already fallen from grace?
Did Grandpa manage to do this?
Grandpa said there would be good news tomorrow, is this the news he meant?
If this is true, if Grandpa really did it, then Grandpa...
Oh my god, from now on he is my god!
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