The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

The sky lit up again.

The sky was beginning to lighten with the first light of dawn.

The sun has not yet risen.

Inside the old house, Liang Rumeng was fast asleep, clinging to Yan Cong like an octopus.

The sound of wood being struck can be heard in the video.

"Ugh~ It's so noisy~"

Liang Rumeng squirmed restlessly, burying her face in Yan Cong's arms.

Yan Cong frowned.

The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"That voice..."

"It's coming from Grandma's room!"

He pushed Liang Rumeng aside, leaving behind a sound.

"Baby, you go to sleep first, I'll go check on Grandma!"

After saying that, Yan Cong pushed open the door and ran out.

I arrived at Grandma's door.

He pushed the door open.

I saw Grandma sitting in the corner of the bed, rhythmically tapping the bed railing.

She kicked her pants, diapers, and two blankets into a ball.

Yan Cong's first reaction was to get angry.

What are you knocking on so early in the morning?

The blanket that had been covering them was kicked off again.

The pants and diapers were also thrown aside.

What exactly do we need to do?

But a cold wind blew from behind.

He froze for a moment.

Immediately, Yan Cong closed his eyes and forcefully suppressed the fire within him.

She has no idea what she's doing.

What am I blaming again?

"well……"

Yan Cong went out and closed the door to block the cold wind.

He went to the next room, grabbed disposable gloves and a mask, and put them on.

Only then did they re-enter the room.

When I picked up the diaper, it felt heavy.

I touched the blanket again, and it was cool.

Yan Cong stood there, silent for several seconds.

Aunt Cheng mentioned it before.

Grandma doesn't even know how to use the toilet anymore.

We need to get up early and help her to the toilet.

Otherwise, you'll probably have to wash the blankets again.

When I heard others talk about it, I just thought it wasn't a big deal.

But when it comes to actually doing it yourself, you realize how heavy those words are.

The old woman saw Yan Cong silently tidying up her blankets, changing her diapers, and putting on new pants for her.

She stopped banging on the bed rails.

He sat there with his head down, like a child who had made a mistake.

Yan Cong's nose felt sore.

He muttered a curse to himself.

Why was I being so fierce?

Done.

He forced a smile and helped his grandmother to a stool.

"Grandma, please sit down for a while, I'll make you breakfast!"

"Oh... okay... I see..."

Grandma kept repeating the same few sentences.

Yan Cong didn't care.

He locked the door from the inside and went to the kitchen to cook porridge.

While the porridge is cooking.

He washed up and then washed his grandmother's sheets and pants.

As for the quilts inside, they were too heavy, so they could only be placed on the railing to air out for the time being.

After I finish these tasks...

Yan Cong fed his grandmother breakfast and helped her to the toilet.

After finishing all that, he went next door to bother Aunt Cheng and asked her to take care of his grandmother for one more day.

Aunt Cheng looked at the bloodshot eyes and sighed.

"Go."

"Take the little girl out for a fun day."

"Don't always be so tense."

Yan Cong nodded with a smile.

"Thank you, Auntie."

He returned to his room only after everything was finished.

Liang Rumeng was still huddled in bed.

Yan Cong walked to the bedside and gently nudged her.

"Little sleepyhead, wake up!"

"Let me sleep a little longer~"

"Want to sleep a little longer?"

Yan Cong grabbed her soft face and shouted deliberately.

"Then our date today is off..."

"Splash—"

As soon as he said that, the blanket was suddenly pulled off and placed over his head.

When they pulled the blanket off...

Liang Rumeng was already dressed and stood by the bed with bright eyes.

"What do you mean, invalid!"

"Set off!"

"Go go go!!!"

Yan Cong chuckled and reached out to tap Liang Rumeng's forehead.

"You get this excited just from talking about going on vacation?"

"Hmph~"

Liang Rumeng gave a soft hum and raised her chin.

"So what?"

"No, that won't work!"

"Okay, okay, okay."

Yan Cong smiled helplessly.

The morning breeze blew in from the doorway of the old house, carrying a slight dampness.

Big Blackie squatted by the door in the yard, swishing its tail back and forth, watching the two of them expectantly.

Liang Rumeng had already slung her small bag over her shoulder and stood next to the electric scooter, looking incredibly energetic.

Yan Cong glanced at her.

I glanced back at Grandma's room again.

Aunt Cheng has arrived.

The old woman sat in the house, muttering something unintelligible.

Yan Cong stood there for a few seconds.

Liang Rumeng did not urge him.

She simply stood by the car, waiting quietly.

Only after Yan Cong withdrew his gaze did Liang Rumeng smile again and shout out that energetic slogan.

"Set off!"

"Go go go!"

Yan Cong was amused by her and got on his electric scooter.

Liang Rumeng sat in the back seat and skillfully hugged his waist.

With a whimper, the little electric scooter sped off along the country road.

The morning light had just begun to rise from the other side of the field.

Dewdrops clung to the blades of grass along the ditch.

The old houses, bamboo groves, and rice paddies on both sides gradually receded into the distance.

Liang Rumeng pressed her face against Yan Cong's back and muttered to herself.

"Baby, you're not allowed to think about anything inappropriate today."

"Um?"

Yan Cong raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean by 'messy' or 'nonsense'?"

"It's all about making money, crafting weapons, buying a house, and paying for Grandma's medical expenses."

Liang Rumeng counted on her fingers.

After she finished counting, she added a sentence in a low voice.

"And the money to marry me."

Yan Cong tightened his grip on the handlebars.

The next second, he smiled.

"So what should I be thinking about today?"

"You miss me!"

Liang Rumeng spoke with righteous indignation.

You can only think of me today.

Yan Cong's lips curled up in a smile.

"OK."

"I only want you today."

soon.

The two arrived in town.

Yan Cong parked the electric scooter and pulled Liang Rumeng onto the bus to the city.

The car door closed.

A stuffy, hot smell wafted over.

Liang Rumeng was as energetic as a bird just now, but she wilted less than ten minutes after getting in the car.

She cracked open the car window, closed her eyes, and rested her head on Yan Cong's shoulder.

His brows were furrowed, and his lips were pursed.

Yan Cong felt heartbroken seeing him like that.

He raised his hand and gently stroked her head.

Liang Rumeng didn't open her eyes, she just hummed.

"Baby, I get carsick."

"Um."

"You need to touch me."

"Um."

"We can't stop."

"it is good."

Yan Cong looked at her.

The town outside the car window gradually receded into the distance.

The breakfast stalls, auto repair shops, and feed stores along the roadside were all left behind.

Yan Cong's heart sank slowly.

He suddenly felt that he owed her a lot.

the film.

shop.

A meal where you don't have to calculate the price.

And then there's the favoritism she demanded, which she considered her right as a girlfriend.

The bus swayed and rattled for a long time.

We've finally arrived at our destination.

The moment the car door opened, Liang Rumeng seemed to come back to life.

She jumped off the bus at the exit and raised her hands high.

"Wuhu~"

"Fully revived!"

A row of motorcycle drivers waiting to pick up passengers all turned their heads to look over.

Several elderly men had cigarettes dangling from their mouths, their eyes looking quite bewildered.

Liang Rumeng froze, her face flushing red.

next second.

She darted behind Yan Cong, her little hands gripping his clothes tightly, her toes almost wearing through the soles of his shoes.

But those elderly men and women who were soliciting customers kept asking questions.

"Little girl, would you like a ride?"

"Where are you going?"

"Shall we go downtown?"

"Can you give me a discount?"