Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

Chapter 426: That Kind of Love Is Not What You Think

Chapter 426: That Kind of Love Is Not What You Think

Min Zhiheng paused slightly and turned around. A hint of confusion flashed in his deep eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

Mr. Chi took a deep breath, as if making up his mind. "Xiao Heng, I know you're a smart kid. From childhood to adulthood, your mind has always been quicker than others. But today, I must make it clear to you—Qingqing is a good kid, kind-hearted, gentle and thoughtful. Moreover, she's Xiao Xun's girlfriend now."

When he mentioned the words "Xiao Xun's girlfriend", Mr. Chi's tone unconsciously became a little heavier.

It seems to be testing, but also seems to be warning.

He stared closely at Min Zhiheng's reaction, afraid of missing any subtle change in expression.

Upon hearing this, Min Zhiheng curled up the corners of his mouth into a complex smile, which contained helplessness and a hint of barely perceptible bitterness.

He still maintained his composure: "Yes, Grandpa, I know."

However, Mr. Chi caught a glimpse of subtle struggle and forbearance in Min Zhiheng's eyes.

This made his heart sink, and he felt an indescribable heaviness pressing on his heart.

It became extremely difficult for him to speak: "Xiao Heng, you are smart, but sometimes, being too smart can backfire. I don't want you to hurt innocent people, especially Qingqing, because of a momentary obsession. I don't want you to have any other thoughts about her."

Mr. Chi’s words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Min Zhiheng’s heart, causing his smile to gradually freeze.

He lowered his head and was silent for a moment, as if he was digesting his grandfather's words, and as if he was making some difficult decision.

Finally, he raised his head, his gaze firm and profound. "Grandpa, don't worry. I understand what you mean. I just have a bold guess, but I'm not sure. So, I can't tell you my thoughts yet. But don't worry. I do like Qingqing, but I know this kind of affection is not between men and women, but more like a brother for his sister."

His grandson was not a child who could lie, so after hearing what he said, Mr. Chi felt relieved.

Mr. Chi patted Min Zhiheng on the shoulder and said with a smile: "This is the good son of our family."

Go home.

Thinking of the lush orchard in Grandpa Chi's home, Shang Qing felt a little melancholy when he looked at the various fruits in the fruit basket, especially when he saw the big bunches of grapes.

The grape vine in the yard of her hometown was planted by her grandmother when she was a child and she begged her grandmother to do so.

At that time, Uncle Shang Yang saw the pitiful look of little Shang Qing and specially ran to the house of a grape grower to ask for it.

That small grape vine was planted by her, her grandmother, and Uncle Shangyang.

It is not only a witness to the changing seasons, a messenger of warmth between neighbors, but also accompanied Shang Qing through all the wonderful times of his childhood and youth.

The grape vines are also doing well.

Each one is plump and round, with thin skin, thick flesh and abundant juice.

Whenever the summer is hot, they hang on the branches like dazzling purple gems, emitting an enticing fragrance, attracting passers-by to stop and admire.

Whenever this happens, the laughter and joy in the house will spread along with the rich fruity aroma, and every guest who has tasted these grapes will give a thumbs up.

Sincere praises came one after another, as if all the beauty in the world was condensed in these strings of crystal clear fruits.

Therefore, when the grapes ripen again this year, Shang Qing's heart is filled with anticipation and joy.

Because this year, she picked the fruits with Xiao Xun, Grandma Kang, and Uncle Shangyang.

Shang Qing specifically chose the express delivery service and sent some to Su Yanhe, Xue Xuelin and Su Zhaozhao's homes.

As soon as Shang Qing received the grapes, she received sincere thanks from the three people.

But now, looking at the big bunches of crystal clear and plump grapes in the fruit basket, Shang Qing felt an indescribable sadness in his heart.

The place that carries countless beautiful memories for her and her family is to be demolished.

The grapevine that has been with her for more than ten years and the green and vibrant courtyard in summer are about to become the scenery of her memory.

"Sister, what's wrong?" A gentle question broke Shang Qing's thoughts.

It was Ji Xun's voice, with a hint of uneasiness and concern.

The young lady, who was originally bright and cheerful with a smile as warm as the sun, now looked unusually lost, and her lively eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of faint melancholy.

This sudden change in mood made Ji Xun feel worried and distressed.

The feeling of worry spread quietly like a wisp of smoke.

Shang Qing came back to her senses and forced a smile: "It's okay, I'm just a little emotional."

Ji Xun put down the information in his hand and looked at Shang Qing intently, conveying silent comfort, "Sister, can you tell me about it? Maybe it will make you feel better if you tell me."

Shang Qing looked at Ji Xun's sincere eyes, and the sadness in her heart seemed to have found an outlet. She slowly said, "I heard that the area where our family lives is going to be demolished. I can't bear to leave the grape vines in our yard, the roses climbing all over the courtyard wall, and all those beautiful memories."

Ji Xun did not question Shang Qing's idea of ​​demolition at all.

After all, he had analyzed it carefully.

That area is bound to be demolished and transformed into a new urban area. This is the progress of the times.

Ji Xun could understand Shang Qing's thoughts and felt the same way. After thinking about it, his eyes lit up: "Sister, we can transplant the grape vines somewhere else."

Shang Qing was sitting on the small sofa in the room, holding a textbook in his hands, looking at the pages with a somewhat wandering gaze, his thoughts drifting to who knows where.

Ji Xun's excited words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, which made her stunned for a moment.

Shang Qing slowly raised his head, and his originally dim eyes instantly focused as he stared straight at Ji Xun.

In his eyes, it was as if the originally dim lake surface was suddenly illuminated by the sunlight, and a glimmer of hope flashed.

She leaned forward unconsciously, her hands subconsciously tightening around the book in her hands, and asked impatiently, "Where should it be transplanted?"

Ji Xun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and with a bit of longing and expectation, he said softly: "Let's buy a villa, okay?"

"Ah?" Shang Qing's mouth opened slightly and his eyes widened.

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a stream of air rushing into her throat uncontrollably, and she almost choked on her own saliva.

This sudden situation frightened Ji Xun so much that his face turned pale in an instant, and his eyes were full of panic and worry.

He rushed to Shang Qing, stretched out his hands, and carefully patted her back.

"Cough lightly, don't worry, sister, don't worry..."

His hands clapped lightly, yet eagerly, and each clapping seemed to express his inner tension.

A layer of moisture gradually appeared in his eyes, and the moisture flickered in the light, reflecting his full worry.

"Cough cough cough..."

Shang Qing covered his chest with both hands, his body shaking violently due to coughing.

Her face flushed red and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.