Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 604 Dawn (10)

"What's wrong with you, old man? Bullying a sick child?"

Are you cutting in line in a rush to be reborn?

A muscular middle-aged man walked over, rolled up his sleeves, and yelled at the old man: "Get to the back of the line! If I see you cutting in line again, I'll beat up your grandson too!"

Old man: "..."

He slunk away with the child in his arms.

Yan Zhen and Jing Chen exchanged a glance, sharing a sly look that only they could understand.

After spending the day at the amusement park, I stopped by the market to buy groceries on my way home in the evening.

After entering the house, Jingchen went into the kitchen to cook.

Peel the fresh shrimp, remove the heads, heat oil in a clay pot and stir-fry the shrimp heads to extract the shrimp oil, then pour in boiling water and simmer.

After simmering the water for three minutes, remove the shrimp heads and add them to the rinsed rice.

Cook rice into porridge, add shrimp, salt, white pepper and a small spoonful of peanut butter for seasoning, and finally sprinkle with a handful of celery for added flavor.

Jing Chen was already very skilled at doing these things. He was chopping celery when suddenly his clothes were tugged.

Jing Chen turned his head and saw Yan Zhen standing behind him, looking up at him.

"what happened?"

Yan Zhen paused, opened his mouth, and called out with difficulty, "Brother... Brother."

Jing Chen was taken aback.

When he realized what was happening, he didn't care that his hands were still covered in celery bits, and quickly covered Yan Zhen's mouth: "Don't speak!"

He was really scared.

I'm afraid Yan Zhen will hurt her throat again, afraid she'll get a fever again, afraid she'll have to suffer all the pain she's endured in the past few days again.

God knows what Yan Zhen was thinking when he had a fever of 40 degrees Celsius in the middle of the night.

He was worried that he wouldn't be able to support her at all!

Yan Zhen pried his hands off, shook his head, and insisted, "Brother!"

Jing Chen: "..."

His eyes instantly reddened, tears welled up quickly, and as he lowered his head, the tears spilled out.

He knelt down and hugged Yan Zhen, his voice trembling with tears as he said remorsefully, "I'm sorry for making you suffer because of me... I thought I could take good care of you."

Yan Zhen: "..."

She struggled to break free from Jingchen's embrace and tell him that wasn't true.

Compared to what she experienced in her previous life, what are these so-called "sufferings"?

But Jingchen held her tightly, not letting her move.

"I'm sorry, I was too presumptuous... I'm sorry."

Yan Zhen sighed inwardly and could only reach out and gently pat Jing Chen's back, silently comforting him.

It took a while for Jingchen to calm down.

He maintained his squatting position, keeping eye level with Yan Zhen, and solemnly said, "Zhenzhen, I know it's hard to talk. Listen to your brother, don't force yourself. Even if you never speak in your life, it doesn't matter. Your brother will raise you and take care of you until you're old. With your brother around, you'll never have to do anything you don't want to do."

Yan Zhen shook his head and said with difficulty, "No..."

"why?"

Yan Zhen imitated how he usually rubbed his head, and rubbed the top of his head like a little adult.

"I need to...go to school...cough cough cough!"

Jing Chen quickly patted her back: "Don't worry, don't worry!"

Once Yan Zhen stopped coughing, Jing Chen immediately poured her a glass of water.

Yan Zhen coughed until his face turned red, but he still insisted on expressing his thoughts: "Go...to school."

Jing Chen asked, "Do you want to go to school?"

Yan Zhen nodded vigorously, as if worried that Jing Chen wouldn't understand her determination; her eyes were so firm that it was as if she were about to join the Party.

Jing Chen remained silent and did not speak immediately.

He thought of Yan Zhen, the woman he knew. She was such a bright and cheerful person at heart. If he were to deprive her of her right to education just because he couldn't bear to see her suffer now, he would make her like a parasitic plant, spending the rest of her life hiding behind him and relying on him for survival.

Isn't this a kind of cruelty to her?

Not having to go to school or work, and living like a good-for-nothing and relying on someone to support you for life is very leisurely and comfortable, but reading, making friends, traveling, and going out into the wider world to experience its beauty is another kind of carefree way of life.

“Okay.” Jing Chen changed his mind. “But we can’t rush this. We have to take it slowly.”

Yan Zhen nodded.

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After making up his mind to teach Yan Zhen to speak, Jing Chen bought a radio that could play cassette tapes. Every morning, he would turn on the radio so that Yan Zhen could listen to the radio, and in the evening, he would play the cassette tapes so that Yan Zhen could repeat the pronunciation along with the cassette tape teaching content over and over again.

At first, Yan Zhen found it very difficult to learn; her throat would become inflamed and she would cough from time to time.

To soothe her throat, Jingchen did a lot of research, always keeping throat lozenges at home and frequently making lung-nourishing and thirst-quenching soups.

For a while, I heard that rice porridge could soothe the throat, so Jingchen somehow got hold of a clay stove and would take a palm-leaf fan and start a fire in the courtyard downstairs to cook rice porridge every day.

He also carried with him a small notebook, which was filled with notes about Yan Zhen.

Yan Zhen had flipped through it once by chance. One of the pages had the keywords "black sesame," "walnut," "red dates," and "hair care" written on it. Next to it was a simple drawing of a little person with two pigtails on his head, grinning from ear to ear.

After more than a month of effort, Yan Zhen overcame her discomfort and was able to speak some simple words intermittently.

At 5:40 a.m., Jingchen got up as usual, first cooking porridge, then taking out the steamed buns she had made a few days ago from the freezer and steaming them, before starting to juice pears.

After a busy hour, Jingchen finished making breakfast and went to knock on Yanzhen's door.

"Zhenzhen, wake up."

He only pushed the door open and went in after hearing Yan Zhen's "okay" reply from inside.

Yan Zhen had already sat up in bed, looking sleepy.

Jingchen went in, skillfully pulled her out of bed, and put a sweater and pants on her.

"Hang in there for one more day. After school today, my brother will be on winter break. When he's on break, let's do something fun."

Yan Zhen was so sleepy that she leaned on his shoulder and dozed off. Hearing this, she tilted her head and looked at him: "What, what?"

Before she could finish her sentence, Jing Chen, already accustomed to this way of communicating, naturally replied, "Let's set up a stall and do some small business."

Yan Zhen's eyes lit up: "Business?"

“Right,” Jing Chen said. “The Haicheng Gymnasium is going to host a concert. Let’s go sell some glow sticks and celebrity posters. I’ll be in charge of promoting them, and you can collect the money. How about that?”

Yan Zhen nodded: "Mhm!"

"What 'hmm'?" Jing Chen helped her get dressed and lightly flicked her forehead. "Can you do math? Just say 'hmm'."

"study!"

"Okay, I'll teach you then. Our Zhenzhen is so smart, she'll definitely learn it in no time!"

Yan Zhen raised his chin: "Definitely!"

After breakfast, the two went out together.

Jingchen rode his bicycle to school. Since it was the last day of classes, he didn't leave early and didn't leave school until evening.

As soon as they stepped out of the school gate, a middle-aged couple stopped them in their way. The middle-aged man asked eagerly, "Xiao Chen, are you on holiday yet?"

When Jing Chen looked up and saw the person who had come, the smile on his face, which had been chatting and laughing with Yan Zhen, vanished instantly.