Huayu 1987: Childhood Sweetheart Anfeng Qianmeizi

This is clearly a tiny bit!

The feeling was like countless red-hot steel needles piercing every pore of his body at the same time.

It was as if they had been thrown into a boiling oil pan and fried repeatedly.

He really wanted to hold back his shout.

He was afraid that if he shouted, the efficacy of the miraculous medicine would be lost.

But he really couldn't help it!

"ah--"

A heart-wrenching scream pierced his throat.

His instinct was to jump out of the barrel and escape this living hell.

A pair of strong, large hands pressed down firmly on his shoulders, rendering him unable to move.

Shen Jingfang held down her son, who was struggling violently in the water, a hint of reluctance flashing in her eyes.

But he was still muttering to himself.

"My dear son, don't be afraid."

"Just bear with it, it will pass."

"What's a little hardship compared to growing taller so I can protect my future wife?"

Chen Lang is going crazy.

He wanted to curse, but in his excruciating pain, he could only let out incomprehensible cries and wails.

The screams were extremely penetrating.

Almost instantly, the news spread throughout the entire corridor.

Next door, Liu Xiaoli, who had just picked up Liu Qianqian from school, hadn't even had time to change her shoes when she heard this heart-wrenching cry.

It's a clear, resonant sound!

Her heart clenched suddenly.

Ignoring everything else, he turned and rushed out.

She kicked open the slightly ajar door to Shen Jingfang's house and rushed into the bathroom like a madwoman.

Then, she saw a scene that made her eyes widen in horror.

Her son, Langlang, whom she cherished dearly, was soaking in a bucket of green medicine, crying his heart out, his face flushed red, and his whole body convulsing.

His biological father, Shen Jingfang, was holding him down tightly to prevent him from coming out.

"Shen Jingfang! What are you doing!"

A hysterical roar erupted from Liu Xiaoli's throat.

Her eyes instantly turned red, and she rushed forward like a madwoman, hitting and cursing Shen Jingfang.

He tried desperately to push Shen Jingfang away from the wooden tub.

"Let go of my son!"

"You're insane! Do you want to kill him?!"

"This is my son! Mine!"

Her voice was filled with anger and heartache.

Shen Jingfang let her hit her without flinching or dodging, her face already bleeding from the scratches from her fingernails.

He simply held Chen Lang down firmly, muttering those nonsensical words.

"Xiaoli, don't worry, this is good stuff."

"Would I harm my own son?"

"Look, he's crying quite energetically, which means he's in good health."

His words undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.

Liu Xiaoli was so angry that she trembled all over and hit her even harder.

Grandma and Grandpa, holding Liu Qianqian, rushed over upon hearing the commotion.

They were startled by the scene in the bathroom as soon as they entered.

"My God! Jingfang, what are you doing?!"

Grandma looked shocked.

When Liu Qianqian saw her younger brother crying so hard in the wooden tub that he was about to faint, she was so frightened that she burst into tears as well.

The whole house was in complete chaos.

"Stop arguing!"

At the crucial moment, it was Grandpa who stepped up.

He glanced at the green liquid in the wooden bucket, then at Shen Jingfang's calm face, as if he knew something.

He stepped forward and pulled Liu Xiaoli, who was on the verge of emotional collapse.

"Xiaoli, you go out first, I'll talk to him."

"Dad?" Liu Xiaoli looked at him with red eyes and disbelief.

"Listen to me, take your mom and Sisi home first."

"Jingfang knows what she's doing and won't act recklessly."

Grandpa still holds a lot of authority at home.

Although Liu Xiaoli was unwilling, she was still half-pulled and half-persuaded by her grandmother to go back to the next house.

The bathroom finally quieted down.

Only Chen Lang's gradually fading sobs remained.

Grandpa closed the door and walked to Shen Jingfang's side.

He looked at the child in the wooden tub who was almost crying himself unconscious and sighed.

He turned to look at Shen Jingfang, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Jingfang, do you want your son to follow in your footsteps?"

Shen Jingfang shook her head.

His gaze never left Chen Lang.

In his eyes was a heartache and determination that outsiders couldn't understand.

"Uncle, I didn't mean that."

"I just...want him to be healthier."

"He was born with severe depletion of vital energy and was very thin."

Grandpa breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

"That's good."

He walked to the wooden tub and touched Chen Lang's wet hair.

"Your Shen family has already done enough."

"This child has a hard life; he lost his mother when he was very young."

"Let him live a peaceful and ordinary life from now on."

"Besides, Xiaoli... would never agree."

"This child was raised by Xiaoli, bit by bit, with milk and food."

In her heart, Langlang was no different from her own child.

Shen Jingfang touched the scratches on her face caused by Liu Xiaoli's fingernails and nodded.

"Uncle, I know."

Chen Lang could no longer hear their conversation clearly.

He felt the intense pain in his body come and go quickly.

All that remained was exhaustion and fatigue.

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he lost consciousness as his head lolled to the side.

……

That night, Chen Lang woke up in his small bed.

I felt refreshed and was changed into a clean set of pajamas.

He tried moving his fingers, his toes, and scratching his crotch.

Yes, they're all still there.

It seems they weren't ruined by that pot of green poison.

Voices could be heard coming from the living room.

He recognized the voices; they were those of his uncle Yao Feng and his family.

Chen Lang's heart skipped a beat.

This will likely lead to another bloody conflict.

Given her fiery temper, if she saw herself being tormented like this, she'd probably spit all over Shen Jingfang's face again.

But to his surprise...

He did not hear the heated argument and fighting he had imagined.

After a while, the door was gently pushed open.

Yao Feng and Li Xinmin walked in.

When they saw that Chen Lang had woken up, their faces showed expressions of heartache.

Li Xinmin came over and hugged him, comforting him softly.

"Our Langya people have suffered."

"But it's alright, it's alright."

"You're too thin and small; you should really eat more."

Chen Lang was stunned.

This script is wrong!

Shouldn't they have started by unleashing a torrent of attacks on Shen Jingfang?

How come they've gotten together?

Yao Feng stepped forward, glanced at her, and then turned and walked up to Shen Jingfang.

He looked at this younger man, who wasn't much younger than him, with a serious expression.

"Jingfang, I didn't come here today to scold you."

"I know you're doing this for the child's own good."

"But I'll put my words here."

"We don't care how you want to treat Langlang's health."

"But if you want him to join the army, don't even think about that path."

He pointed to Liu Qianqian, who was still sleeping after crying herself to sleep.

"Do you really want Qianqian to live a life of constant fear and widowhood like Xiaoqin?"

Shen Jingfang fell silent.

Yao Feng then pointed to Chen Lang on the bed.

"This child's surname is Chen."

"He inherited his mother's talent."

"He's going to study music with me and become an artist."

Shen Jingfang looked up at Yao Feng and nodded.

"Don't worry, big brother."

"I know."

He glanced at the child on the bed, surrounded by the whole family, and a smile that looked more like a grimace appeared on his face.

"I named my child Chen Lang, of course he should inherit his mother's career."