0p0 Chapter 169 Saving My Friend
Chapter 169 Saving My Friend
After chatting for a while, Qingsheng couldn't help but ask, "Auntie, have you seen Azan's other classmate since you came back?"
"I saw it, I saw it." Azan's mother said without hesitation, "When I came back, I saw him taking care of Azan while he was eating. It turned out that he was also Azan's classmate. I was so happy. Our Azan must have done some good deeds to meet so many good children now." As she said this, she wiped the corners of her eyes lightly with her sleeve.
A few people were silent. Ran Mo asked casually, "Auntie, that classmate, Bingo, has he gone home now?"
"Yes, yes." Azan's mother regained her composure and said gently, "This child has also confessed his family situation to me. He is really a poor child. Now it's good. From now on, he can keep Azan company and we can come here often to eat together.
I saw that Azan seemed quite dependent on him, so I decided to ask him to go back and move some extra bedding and other items here. At night, when he didn't want to go back to that lonely, deserted little room, he'd sleep in the same room with Azan, so he could keep him company and help him out.
If you don't have extra bedding, we have some at home. Just don't mistreat the child. Look, he hasn't come back yet. He will definitely come over in the evening. It's a good opportunity for you to come over too. Auntie will cook some of her specialties and we can all enjoy a good meal together."
Several people hurriedly declined, saying they didn't need to bother their aunt. They were relieved to see that Azan was okay. Xin'er continued chatting with Azan's mother about trivial matters. Ranmo and Qingsheng looked at each other from the side, their eyes filled with indescribable meaning.
They hadn't expected Bingo to be so impressive, winning over Azan's mother's heart in such a short time. Fortunately, Azan wasn't a girl, or else, seeing how happy Azan's mother was, she would have probably taken him in as her live-in son-in-law.
At this time, there was a slight noise coming from the hut. It should be Azan who woke up. Azan's mother turned her head and asked, "Azan, are you awake? Come and talk to Ranmo and the others."
Azan responded and walked out of the house. When he saw them, he greeted them, then sat down on a bench nearby and yawned, as if he was not fully awake yet.
Azan's mother said with a slight scolding, "This kid." Then she asked them to continue drinking tea. She went to the kitchen to do something and asked them to chat with Azan more.
After Azan's mother left, the others looked at him. He sat on a bench, his head tilted to one side as he watched them. Ranmo Qingsheng felt a little depressed. In the past, Azan would always rush to talk to them. But now, with this demeanor, he might have made new friends and distanced himself from his old ones.
I didn't know what to say for a moment, but Xin'er was quick-witted and asked Azan if he remembered what Sister Hu had said at the last poetry gathering about compiling everyone's stories into a book. It has now been sent to the printers and will probably be in everyone's hands soon.
I'd forgotten to mention this to Ranmo and the others just now. They were both incredibly happy when they heard about it. Especially Qingsheng, now he could show off to his father when he got home. He'd see that his son wasn't just good at martial arts, he was also good at poetry and prose.
Azan replied lazily. He didn't share the excitement of the others. Ranmo still felt vaguely uneasy. His demeanor hadn't changed much since that particular person showed up. Was there something going on?
She winked at Qingsheng. Qingsheng understood and asked, "Azan, can you come back with us to practice martial arts in the next few days?"
Azan looked up at him and muttered, "I have to learn some scriptures from Brother Bingo these days, so I'm afraid I won't be able to spare the time."
Wow. The two nearly fainted upon hearing this. Bingo, that was more intimate than anyone else's. And instead of learning poetry, he was reciting scriptures. What kind of magic did Bingo have that could have captivated Achan to such a degree?
Ran Mo noticed his expression and said, "Azan, I always feel that your body seems to have recovered and not recovered. Have you not slept well recently, or for some other reason? You look a little listless."
Azan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, I'm fine. Don't worry."
"So what your mother said, that Bingo would move in with you, is that true?" Qingsheng interrupted.
Azan looked up at Qingsheng timidly and whispered, "I don't have any ideas. My mother has arranged everything."
Ran Mo asked again: "Can you go to school tomorrow?" Azan thought for a moment, shook his head slightly, but didn't say no.
"Then let me suggest to the teacher that you and Bingo sit at the same table, okay?" Ran Mo asked tentatively.
Azan looked at Ranmo intently. His eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again. He still didn't say whether he agreed or not.
Ranmo and Qingsheng exchanged a worried glance. What had happened to Azan? His face looked rosy, but he lacked any energy.
Ranmo was worried. If they allowed Azan to continue in this state, who knew what would happen next. Azan was their friend and younger brother; they had an obligation to protect him from harm. Otherwise, Azan's mother would be filled with grief and regret.
The two of them winked at Xin'er, asking her to chat with Azan for a while. Xin'er also noticed something unusual and started chatting with Azan about this and that.
The two men walked to the door and began to discuss in low voices. Ranmo said they needed to find a way to stop Bingo and Azan from staying together, especially to prevent him from moving in. Qingsheng nodded, saying he had long seen that the boy was not very honest and wondered what kind of magic he had cast on Azan.
Frankly speaking, his words had a bit of a "personal vendetta" tone to them, but at this moment, neither of them cared about that. They only wanted to think of some way to temporarily stop the two of them from dating.
Ranmo felt that Azan was only temporarily bewitched. If he regained consciousness, he would have his own subjective judgment and would not be "bewitched" by Bingo. I felt that the word was a bit exaggerated, but it didn't matter.
Qingsheng pondered for a moment and decided that stopping Bingo wouldn't be easy. Besides, Azan's mother had already agreed to let him live with her, so some things couldn't be said openly right now. So he suggested trying to get Azan to move out for a while, to avoid the situation for a while.
Ranmo thought it was a good idea, but where would they live? Qingsheng said there was no need to worry about that, as his place at Wu Shao's house was more spacious, so he could let Azan live with him.
He thought his idea was good and was waiting for Ranmo to praise him, but he found that Ranmo's expression was not right, and the way he looked at him was a little bit meaningful.
Qingsheng suddenly realized that this little girl might be thinking the wrong thing. He was about to embarrass her, but some past events came flooding back to his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a little weak and embarrassed.
Ranmo didn't think too much about it, simply lamenting the virtue of having so many houses; any relative or friend could have a place to stay. He was also a little worried about whether Qingsheng could help take care of Azan. But without delay, he nodded to Qingsheng, agreeing to his proposal.
Qingsheng was touched by Ranmo's trust and generosity. He quietly asked her if she could trust him. Ranmo nodded firmly.
Qingsheng was so excited that he almost hugged her in his arms and said, "Just trust your husband!" He made up his mind to take good care of Azan and be worthy of Ranmo.