Yang Jianjun was busy at the factory when he heard there was a call for him. He was puzzled but answered the phone. After hearing Yang Jiabo explain what had happened at home, he immediately rushed to take leave and go home with Yang Meizhen.
After making the call, Yang Jiabo remembered that he had left Wei Jing and Wei Feng behind. He hurried back in a hurry. Wei Jing and Wei Feng were still waiting for him in his room.
"Sorry, something happened at home, so I may not be able to entertain you anymore," Yang Jiabo said, his face slightly flushed.
"It’s fine. We’ll come visit you another day," Wei Jing said with a smile, not minding at all.
"Jiajia, what happened at your house?" Wei Feng asked curiously.
"Don’t ask too much," Wei Jing scolded him.
"It’s nothing that can’t be said. By tomorrow, all the neighbors will know anyway. My third uncle’s wife ran away, and my grandma is really angry about it," Yang Jiabo said. Since it wasn’t his own business, he didn’t feel too embarrassed to talk about it.
Wei Feng, whether he truly understood or not, nodded his little head and said, "Oh, oh."
Yang Jiabo saw the Wei brothers off and then went back to his third uncle’s house next door. The door was wide open, and he could faintly hear Yang Jianguo’s crying, Yang Qing’s sobbing, and Grandma Yang’s curses.
A few neighbors were already poking their heads around the door, curious about what had happened. Yang Jiabo walked in and closed the door. Looking at the mess inside, he sighed.
"Grandma, don't be angry. What if you get sick from anger?" Yang Jiabo tried to console her.
He was just a child, and Grandma Yang didn't pay much attention to his words at all. She continued to wipe her tears while cursing. In her arms, little Yang Qing looked pale and terrified, clearly frightened by the situation.
Yang Jianguo, who should have been the one to handle the situation, was even more pathetic, crouching in the corner and crying with his head in his hands. Yang Jiabo felt a headache coming on.
What a mess! Dad, hurry back! Your son is too young to handle this!
"Grandma, don't be so angry. Look at Yang Qing. Something is wrong with him."
This time, Grandma Yang listened. She looked down at her grandson in her arms and saw that his eyes were rolling back, his face pale and frightened. Panicking, she patted his back while saying, "Qingqing, what’s wrong with you?"
"Take him to the clinic, quick!" Yang Jiabo urged and said anxiously.
"Right, right." Grandma Yang picked up the child and was about to run out, but she was too old to move quickly.
Seeing that Yang Jianguo was still standing there stupidly, Yang Jiabo used all his strength to yell at him. "Uncle, stop crying and take your son to the clinic."
"Oh." Yang Jianguo finally reacted and hurriedly took his son and rushed to the clinic near the hardware store.
Seeing his uncle’s foolishness and thinking about all the things he had done, Yang Jiabo really wanted to shove him back into Grandma’s womb for a do-over.
With no one else at home, he had to stay and keep watch. It was nerve-wracking. Children are so fragile, would Yang Qing be okay?
The distance between their home and the clinic was only about 150 meters, not too far, so they should make it in time, right? Dr. Yang was an experienced and skilled doctor, so surely everything would be fine.
Yang Jiabo’s thoughts were all over the place as he anxiously paced in circles by the door, glancing now toward the clinic, now toward the direction his father would come from. Finally, Yang Jianjun and his sister returned under Yang Jiabo’s eager anticipation. Seeing them, Yang Jiabo felt like he had spotted a lifeline and shouted happily, "Dad, you’re finally back!"
Yang Jianjun parked his bicycle and, not seeing his mother, grew anxious. "Where’s your grandma? Is she okay?"
"Jiajia, what happened at home?" Yang Meizhen was also worried.
"Grandma went to the clinic."
"What?!" Yang Jianjun’s face turned pale, and he immediately started running, with Yang Meizhen close behind.
"At least let me finish! It’s Yang Qing who’s in trouble!" Yang Jiabo shouted after them, unsure if they heard him.
Life is really tough. Sometimes children are as fragile as glass, and if not cared for properly, they can break. Other times, they’re incredibly resilient, like little cockroaches that thrive no matter how much they’re knocked around.
Yang Jiabo was still sick, and after all this commotion, he felt weak and exhausted. He brought out a small stool and sat by the door, waiting. Passersby who saw him would smile and ask, "Jiajia, are you feeling better? Are you waiting for your parents to come home from work?"
"Almost better. My little brother got sick and was taken to the clinic. I’m waiting for him," Yang Jiabo replied politely to these well-meaning people.
"What a good kid."
Yang Jiabo was secretly happy. He loved being praised the most, and even his smile became a little sweeter.
Time passed minute by minute, and finally, Yang Jianjun reappeared in his sight. Yang Jiabo ran up to him and asked anxiously, "How’s Yang Qing? He’s not dead, is he?"
"Silly child, what are you thinking? He just fainted from a fever," Yang Jianjun said with a laugh, patting his head and leading him back home.
"What about Grandma? How is she?"
"Her blood pressure was a bit high, so she’s getting an injection at the clinic. Your aunt is staying with her. She’ll be fine."
"That’s good, that’s good." Yang Jiabo let out a sigh of relief and said in a mature tone, "Uncle really is something. He’s so grown up but still causes so much trouble."
"That’s for your grandma and the others to worry about. You’re just a kid, don’t stress yourself out over it," Yang Jianjun said, both amused and exasperated by his son’s words.
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