They all turned their heads and looked at the old man and the kneeling Fanla. None of them expected that the person they had been trying to find for a long time would appear like this.
But they do look alike, Meng Fanle and his father, especially their skinny bodies, are exactly the same.
To be honest, if the street was not a good place to talk, Shuoyu would have wanted to laugh. Meng Fanle and his father looked so funny and ridiculous. Now he didn't know what to do. They had no choice but to follow Meng Fanle and his father to their home in Heshun.
A quaint courtyard and a second floor, very similar to Milong's house, but lacking a lot of odds and ends.
Shuoyu watched Fanla return to his home, and as if some memory had been triggered, he knelt down again. Although laughing at this time was a bit too conscienceless, this scene was still funny no matter how many times he saw it. Like him, there was no comradeship at all. The ones who laughed without caring about anything were the remaining twelve people except Meng Fanla himself, so Shuoyu smiled with more peace of mind, and then watched Fanla pay his respects to his parents again.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back. I'm here to greet you."
Fanla's mother looked confused and seemed to want to stand up and touch the guy in front of her with strange clothes, messy face, and deadly weapons hanging on his body to see if he was her son. However, she fainted after a few steps away from the stool.
Shuo Yu, who was quick-witted, caught her red-handed. The veterinarian checked her eyes and pulse, confirming that she had fainted due to emotional excitement. He quickly had her carried to another place.
Meng Fan's father left, shouting "What a disgrace!", leaving the confused guys staring at each other in confusion.
Bu La jokingly said, Fanla is such a bastard~ a bastard who curses his parents to death~
Actually, Fanla's mother was fine. She just wasn't in good health. She had to travel back and forth with her father, and soon she would have to follow them back to the East Coast. She didn't know if she could handle it. Shuoyu took his water bottle and poured it into the mouth of this silent woman. His water bottle was added with something that could help people recover faster.
He looked at this traditional woman who said little and comforted her,
"It's okay, it's all okay, auntie, he's really annoyed, I mean he's really your son, Meng is annoyed, he came to pick you up."
“Ah, ah.”
The veterinarian carefully gave Meng Fan's mother acupuncture and ventilation to prevent her from fainting again.
On the other side, in the small courtyard of the Meng family, the yard was full of fresh green and colorful flowers. Fanla was boredly cutting branches with scissors. It would be better to say that he was venting something than planting flowers. He was cutting them randomly. The quiet and peaceful half of the yard was matched with beautiful flowers. They were raised by Meng Fan's father, and there were also several pairs of flowers that complemented each other.
Now, Meng Fan has cut all of it with a pair of scissors. The leaves have split, and half of the flowers are gone, hanging down casually.
Si La suddenly appeared behind him and told him that his mother had woken up. She looked at the pairs on the flowers and carefully put them in order again.
"Your father said there are no Japanese troops stationed in Heshun, but patrols come here every now and then."
"Then why don't you send someone to check it out? His words...are not reliable." Meng Fanyi was busy with his flower-growing business, without even raising his head, but his tone was a little lonely.
"Son, don't be too suspicious of your father." Si La Si La lowered his head to play with the flowers again, but he was really doing it well, instead of taking out his anger on the flowers like Fan La did.
"As long as my mother is okay, it's fine. She has Banxian'er and Veterinarian Hao by her side, so she doesn't need me for the time being."
Shuoyu heard this nonsense when he came, and he couldn't help but slap Fanla on the back of the head.
"Why not? Are you her son or am I her son? Your mother wants to see her own son whom she raised, not us insignificant people."
What mother in the world doesn't think about her own children? If her children all have such bad ideas, they might as well become orphans.
Shuoyu casually picked a long bougainvillea and swung it back and forth. This flower is really everywhere in this place, just like the morning glory in the Northeast. You don't need to worry about it, it can grow easily.
Meng Fanle lowered his head with a look of embarrassment on his face, fiddling with the rusty scissors with soil in his hand, and continued to destroy the flowers.
"I'm sorry to have made you laugh about our family matter."
"It's quite interesting. Your father and you look so much like each other, don't you, Captain?"
"Indeed, but his father is much more capable than him. He came here from Peking with his wife without even saying hello. He acted so decisively. It's truly admirable!"
"He's been like this since I was a child. When I was sick, my family hired a Chinese doctor, but he got hooked on acupuncture and used me as a guinea pig, practicing his skills. He pricked me all over like a hedgehog, half dead, and finally had to go see a Western doctor."
Shuo Yu looked at Meng Fanle's behavior and couldn't help laughing, holding his stomach.
"Your father is too impatient, isn't he?"
"Laugh, laugh as hard as you can. Young Master is used to it."
"Why else do they say like father, like son? Look at them, both of them have such weird behavior~"
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