Chapter 789 - 779: Da Huang: He Smells Bad—Is He Dying?

Chapter 789: Chapter 779: Da Huang: He Smells Bad—Is He Dying?

Da Huang actually doesn’t care where it works, after all, it often goes on location, and there are familiar faces around. Now that Su Qing is here, it really doesn’t matter at all.

As for the office lady in black stockings, as they say, in a country so big, where wouldn’t you find someone wearing black stockings?

In contrast, Tang Nan is not very happy about Su Qing teasing him, thinking Su Qing is jealous of Da Huang. After all, Da Huang’s figure is quite decent, bigger than Shen Yi’s, in terms of size.

Of course, Su Qing doesn’t think much of it, because he believes she must be using pads. Otherwise, how could she be so big with her size? It’s absolutely fake.

"Bro, I brought the stuff, see if it’s the right one!"

Inside the room, Su Qing and Tang Nan were halfway through their meal when Lao Wang came in after knocking, handing him a box.

Su Qing nodded as he accepted it, and Lao Wang left immediately.

"What’s that?"

Seeing him returning with a box, Tang Nan couldn’t help but ask.

As they spoke, Tang Nan held a skewer towards Da Huang, let Da Huang take a bite, then squeezed Da Huang’s mouth and forcefully pulled out the skewer.

Da Huang chewed a couple of times, found it quite tasty, and couldn’t help barking, "Woof~woo!"[Hey, not bad, give me another one!]

As it spoke, its mouth inadvertently let out some drool, looking quite overmatched.

Seeing this, Su Qing ignored it and sat opposite while opening the box, answering casually:

"A gift from elementary school, suddenly thought of it after so many years, luckily didn’t lose it."

With that, Su Qing took out a pink plush pig toy from the box, not Peppa, just an ordinary piggy, not big, only about the size of a palm.

The workmanship was mediocre, and some parts were already yellowing, with even some sections coming apart.

The toy wasn’t bought; it was knitted with yarn and had deformed somewhat.

After all, so many years have passed, and even today’s toys might not hold up, let alone something handmade.

It’s just that for a grown man like him, such plush toys meant little, and after receiving the gift, it was shelved to gather dust within days, later taken by his sister Su He and played with for a while. After all, girls like such toys; to him back then, this thing was less valuable than a thin, straight stick.

Hearing this, Tang Nan immediately perked up, tossing Da Huang aside without caring about Da Huang’s ’women are big pigs’ trotters’ expression as he came over to say: "This... could it be from one of your elementary school classmates?"

Su Qing nodded, feeling no need to deny such a trivial matter, after all, what kind of intent could kids have?

"Yeah, elementary graduation, she gave gifts to quite a few people, we were desk mates, of course, there was something."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I don’t think so, a pink pig toy, handmade, tsk, tsk, tsk, you really had it going in elementary, already after girls?" Tang Nan spoke with some excitement.

Su Qing: →_→

"If you don’t know how to talk, just keep quiet, don’t assume everyone’s as dirty-minded as you. We were pure friendship!"

Tang Nan: "(ˉ▽￣～) cut~~"

"You just don’t understand women; different gifts symbolize different meanings, you..."

Su Qing appeared somewhat confused at this: "Is there any particular saying about a pink pig?"

"Of course, it implies you’re silly, while also indicating she likes you. Little girls think this way, they dare not express it openly but want people to know." Tang Nan marvelled at the plush toy in hand.

Su Qing: "Well... I thought she was calling me a pig then. If my mom hadn’t stopped me from tossing it, it would’ve probably ended up burned in the stove!"

Tang Nan: ...

Just exasperating, but this also illustrates the substantial cognitive differences between men and women. Anyhow, Su Qing didn’t find any significance in the toy, even if there was, it couldn’t be positive.

"Believe what you will, now there’s no way to verify it." Tang Nan shrugged, handing it back.

Indeed, with her gone, how could it be verified? Vindicating the saying ’no proof in death’.

Of course, even if Chen Jing were still around, Su Qing wouldn’t ask her—then again, if she were here, he probably wouldn’t have come today.

At night, Da Huang accompanied Tang Nan to her room. Nowadays, Da Huang is also a web celeb dog, with an account boasting millions of followers, on par with her level, a human and a dog could be said to share peer communication.

The night passed without further conversation.

At eight the following morning, Lao Wang returned from outside with breakfast. After finishing the meal, Lao Wang drove everyone out of the city.

In the back seat, Tang Nan and Zhao Lei chattered away while Da Huang was in the middle, looking thoroughly despondent.

"Woof! Woof woof woof!"[Keep putting me in a car with her and I really am a dog!]

Hearing this, Su Qing glanced back and couldn’t help but chuckle. Clearly, people whom even dogs avoid are indeed rare.

Fortunately, it didn’t last long, as by eleven in the morning, they navigated to a place called Danan Village based on the provided location.

In the village, within a rather old house, a man who resembled skin and bones leaned against a bed.

"Mom... are they here?" the man weakly asked.

"Almost, your sister went to fetch them at the village entrance. Son, you’re in good spirits today. Come, have another bite," a woman in her fifties, but with half of her hair white, said with some joy.

The man was Fang Junhai, and this morning, the woman noticed her son seemed better than usual, bringing her some joy.

"Okay, I know, Mom, I’ll eat more!" Said the man, having a few more spoonfuls of porridge, perhaps due to excitement, his pale face gained a hint of color.

He found it quite unbelievable when receiving Su Qing’s call yesterday. Even though his sister had told him that Su Qing’s staff reached out to them, he still didn’t believe it until last night.

Soon, sounds came from the entrance, and a girl in her twenties rushed in, shouting from the yard: "Xiao Hai, Xiao Hai, they’ve arrived, Su Qing’s here!"

Hearing this, the mother and son turned their heads eagerly to look outside the window, seeing Su Qing following the girl inside, with Tang Nan, Lao Wang, Zhao Lei, and others at the back.

They met this girl at the village entrance, who claimed to be Fang Junhai’s sister, Fang Mei. Su Qing had no doubts and just followed along.

"Hello, Auntie. We came to visit Fang Junhai." Su Qing went up to greet.

The woman thanked them repeatedly. She was naturally aware of today’s visitors and had also learned about her son’s online matters, so she wasn’t surprised by their arrival.

"Hello, hello, come in, come in!"

With this, Su Qing nodded and followed inside. The house wasn’t large, an old rural house with two rooms on the east and west, a kitchen in the middle.

Fang Junhai was in the eastern room; upon opening the door, Su Qing first smelled an unpleasant scent, mixed with herbal medicine aroma.

It was understandable, as the bedridden invariably carried a certain smell.

In the next moment, Su Qing looked up and noticed Fang Junhai on the bed, staring blankly at him.

Skin and bones, pale face, sunken cheeks, yet it was evident he ought to have been a decent-looking person.

The next moment, the narration provided a prompt

[Fang Junhai, male, 22 years old, advanced stage of bone cancer, remaining time: 8 hours and 21 minutes. Due to your arrival, the inner motivation dissipated, otherwise, he could have held on for another two days; current state: flicker of life, potential left in the body bursts, spirits quite good.]

Listening to the narration, Su Qing’s heart sank, without even uttering a word, he heard such news, undeniably unpleasant.

Especially as the narration pointed out it was due to him, otherwise the individual could have persisted another two days, making him feel all the more uneasy.

Just then, Da Huang, originally at the back, squeezed its way in, glanced at Fang Junhai on the bed, and softly barked to Su Qing, "Woof~woo"[Hey, his smell’s not good, unhealthy, is he about to die?]

Upon hearing, Su Qing remained silent without responding.

Dogs have an uncanny knack for sensing certain things unbeknownst to humans, quite mystical.

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