Daiyu: After being reborn, who still wants to be a yandere?

They had already walked out of the alley and reached an open area. The setting sun in the distance made their shadows very long.

He Shuirong turned his head to look at Daiyu. The afterglow of the setting sun made her face red. He felt that there was a little fireball dancing in the little girl's eyes, rising and falling like his heart.

Daiyu raised her eyes and looked at He Shuirong. His eyelashes were very long, each one curled up. Daiyu counted them silently in her heart.

The man hesitated for a long time before finally asking:

"Xiaoyu, are you going to South City to participate in the chess competition this Saturday?"

His voice was slightly hoarse.

"Um... Mr. He, what's wrong?"

At the corner of the alley, footsteps could be heard faintly, getting closer and closer.

"elder sister."

A crisp childish voice rang out.

He Shuirong loosened his fingers suddenly, and the hairpin box fell deep into his pocket again. He let out a long sigh, feeling annoyed by his hesitation and timidity.

"Nothing...Nothing. I'll take you to the competition then."

I always feel like Teacher He has something to say.

Daiyu looked into his eyes. Teacher He's pupils were dark, like a clear pool of water. Just one look at them would make people fall in love with them.

"it is good."

Daiyu nodded gently, then she looked at the alley entrance. The little guy was walking in front of Yang Liushu and Huang Siyu with his hands behind his back, looking like a boss. Daiyu blinked and asked:

"How did the negotiation of the agreement go?"

He Zimo gave her an "OK" gesture:

"I have successfully found two substitutes for you."

Yang Liushu rubbed He Zimo's head unsatisfactorily. He had just had his hair cut, so there was a slight prickly feeling of stubble. It felt very comfortable to touch. Then he said unsatisfactorily:

"What substitute? We are the protagonists, okay?"

"Good, I can find Grandpa Zheng to delay playing chess again."

"Ah...Ah!" Old Master Zheng sneezed violently.

Daiyu let the two of them fight with each other, just shook her hair lightly, turned around, and said to He Shuirong, "Let's go."

There was still some fragrance of soapberry in the air.

He Shuirong touched his pocket and touched the rounded edges on the hairpin box, without saying a word.

Bai Fan and Mr. Zheng were out in the afternoon to handle the household registration transfer, so they were delayed for some time and only came back a while ago.

At this time, they were sitting on the rocks by the stream. Bai Fan was washing rice, while Grandpa Zheng was helping to pick vegetables.

Yang Liushu was originally a community leader with a sweet mouth. Before Daiyu could introduce him, he pulled Huang Siyu forward and introduced himself to Bai Fan:

"Grandma, I'm Yang Liushu, she's Huang Siyu, we're both Lin Daiyu's classmates, we came here to work today and ask for a bite to eat."

When Bai Fan saw Yang Liushu, he was a little stunned. This face looked really familiar.

It seemed like she had seen this face before somewhere, but the age was different. The owner of this face in her memory was older. She fell into deep thought...

Seeing Bai Fan looking at him, Yang Liushu also looked at her. After a while, he smiled and said:

"Grandma, I know you, you are Doctor Bai! I didn't expect you to be Lin Daiyu's grandmother!"

Bai Fan:?

The willow tree pointed to its arm and said:

"Don't you remember? I broke my arm a few years ago and you helped me fix the bone. You even praised me and said I was the only child you had ever seen who didn't cry even after breaking a bone!"

After finishing speaking, Yang Liushu curled up his arms, proudly showing off his biceps, and praised, "Grandma, you are really good at it. Look at my arm, there is no sequelae at all, so now I have forgotten whether it is my left or right hand that was broken."

At that time, he and Ms. Li Lifen had just arrived in Shuangxi Town. He was still young and naughty, and fell down.

Because my father used the money to do jade business, there was not much money left in the family, so we couldn't send him to the hospital.

He was still crying loudly, and Bai Fan, who was coming back from a medical visit, passed by and helped him set his bones.

Bai Fan then remembered that he had fallen from a tree that time and his face was bruised and swollen, so he didn't recognize his face:

"Are you the son of the owner of the flower shop at the end of our alley?"

"Yes, thanks for your help!"

Yang Liushu uttered several honorifics in succession, then he smiled and called upon Huang Siyu to come forward and help him pick the vegetables.

"Siyu, grandma is very kind. Come, let's pick beans together."

Bai Fan looked at Yang Liushu a few more times. Except for his green hair, he looked exactly like the man he had seen before.

It was just their first meeting, so she didn't want to be too abrupt.

Mr. Zheng looked at the two young men, nodded to them, and moved a small bamboo basket in front of them.

Huang Siyu was originally timid and embarrassed to speak, but when she heard Yang Liushu coming up to beg for food, her face turned red and she didn't care about being stubborn anymore. She just greeted Bai Fan in a low voice.

Then she put the braised pork on the stone next to her and started to help. After doing the work, she no longer felt the psychological burden was heavy and gradually she felt more relaxed.

"I feel much more relieved when you and your classmates are with Xiaoyu. I think she was always depressed before. Her grandfather and I were very worried."

Bai Fan was extremely happy. This was the first time in all these years that he saw Daiyu bringing her classmates home. She had been lonely and autistic since she was a child. She always played alone and never told them about school matters when she came back.

Seeing that her granddaughter became much more lively and cheerful, she felt relieved.

Seeing Yang Liushu and Huang Siyu coming forward to help prepare the food, the streamside was as lively as during the New Year, so Daiyu and He Shuirong went back to the house to burn firewood.

And He Zimo, he is like a truly qualified supervisor and intermediary——

Sometimes he "da da da" brought some sycamore seed shells to Daiyu and the others, and sometimes he "da da da" ran to the stream to help serve the dishes.

Bees and butterflies are not as busy as he is.

Daiyu threw a handful of sycamore shells into the stove, and He Shuirong grabbed a pair of fire tongs and poked the stove.

Daiyu originally wanted to pick up a blow stick, but because her hair was loose, it was a bit of a hindrance, so she picked up her hair and looked around. She couldn't find a hairpin that would suit her, so she said to He Shuirong:

"Teacher He, please open my schoolbag and give me a pencil."

She pointed to the foyer.

He Shuirong was a little confused as to why Daiyu wanted to take the pencil, so he just helped her get it out.

I saw her pinching her hair, wrapping it around the pencil, and then buckling the pencil back, and her hair was tied up along the pencil. This was a simple hairpin.

There was no way. As an ancient person, she was not used to using hair bands, and her grandmother had short hair that reached her ears, and there were no rubber bands at home.

It was only during that time when she went hiking that she randomly found a rubber band used to tie vegetables at the market and imitated modern women in tying their hair.

Because the rubber band had no protection, when I took it off at home, several strands of my hair were pulled out and my scalp was also painful.

As a result, she is more accustomed to using hairpins instead of hair bands.

He Shuirong looked back outside the door, then finally took out a small box, handed it to Daiyu, and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Would you like to try this?"

After saying this, he pulled the buttons on his collar and felt a little stuffy. It might be because he was too close to the stove just now!

Daiyu looked at him doubtfully, then took the box and opened it.