Xia Xin shook off Xia He, turned around and left, Xia He fell to the ground, his knees were scratched, and his palms were injured by the gravel on the ground.

Xia He took a breath of cool air, she patted the sand on her palm, simply sat on the ground, and turned her head to see Wei Hong and Huang Yuqiu standing not far away looking at her.

Wei Hong slapped his palms, shook off the dim sum crumbs on it, and then looked at Xia He with his hands on his chest.

"Weak chicken!" Wei Hong walked up to her and glanced in the direction Xia Xin had left.

"Yes, I'm a weak chicken, Miss Wei, can you raise your hand to help me?" Xia He glanced at the dim sum box that was thrown on the ground and was empty, and knew that he should eat two more pieces, it was quite delicious.

"Don't call me Miss Wei, call me Sister Hong!" Wei Hong kicked Xia He's leg, saw blood on her knees, and frowned.

"Okay Miss Wei, no problem Miss Wei. Xia He grinned in pain, but he still didn't want to lose.

Huang Yuqiu hurriedly stepped forward to help Xia He, Xia He had multiple abrasions on his hands, I don't know why Huang Yuqiu remembered the scene when Xia He pulled herself to run that day, she wanted to run up to find Xia Xin to theorize, but after looking at Xia He and her own body type, she gave up.

"Let's find a clinic to deal with it. Huang Yuqiu helped Xia He pat off the sand on his body, and looked at the abrasions and secretly felt pain for Xia He.

After grinding all the way to the clinic, some of the abrasions were scabbed, and they were scrubbed by the doctor with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol, and the pain made Xia He grin, she was most afraid of pain, but she didn't want to cry in front of Wei Hong, so she could only insist with a distorted expression.

Wei Hong accompanied Xia He to deal with the wound, and Huang Yuqiu went to buy some snacks, because Xia He kept shouting that he was hungry, and Xia He also said that Wei Hong ate her biscuits and asked Wei Hong to pay for them.

The two escorted Xia He home all the way before making a detour back to their home. My aunt is busy in the kitchen, and my uncle is repairing a chair, which my aunt often sits on when she washes vegetables, and it has been broken for a long time, and it has finally been repaired today.

"Why are you hurt?" "My aunt was stir-frying, and when she looked back, she found Natsu and her face dirty.

"It's okay, Xia Xin pushed it. Xia He opened the old refrigerator, and there was half a watermelon in it.

Xia He is not a good person, she doesn't bother to hide it for Xia Xin, anyway, her uncle and aunt know what kind of person he is.

Sure enough, after saying that it was Xia Xin who pushed it, the aunt shook her head helplessly, and then changed the topic.

"The watermelon was frozen at noon, and now it's just right to cut it and eat it. But don't eat too much, save your stomach for dinner. The aunt turned around and continued to stir-fry.

Xia He agreed, holding half a watermelon out of the kitchen, the uncle jingled for a while, sat on the chair and tried it again, it seemed to be repaired, nodded with satisfaction, and then moved the chair back to the kitchen.

Xia He cut the watermelon and didn't eat it immediately, it was cold in the fruit bowl, she was worried that eating something too cold would be bad for the stomach, and secondly, it was also very pleasant to eat the watermelon while watching TV with her husband and wife after dinner.

What is the New Year's Day today? Xia He looked at the sumptuous dishes on the table, pinched his fingers and calculated, but he couldn't figure anything out, and leaned forward to the calendar on the wall, and understood.

"Xia He, it's time to eat, go get the dishes and chopsticks, where can you learn what geckos?" The aunt came out with a bowl of soup, and smiled and teased when she saw Xia He's movements.

"Alas! here it is!" Xia He just took a step and pulled the knee injury, so he could only grin and scold himself.

"Uncle, let's have a drink together?" After Xia He set the dishes and chopsticks, he poured wine for his uncle.

Uncle was surprised and surprised, they watched Xia He grow up, and they saw every bit of change in their eyes, this year's Xia He changes are too big, many times they don't know Xia He, but when eating, Xia He is still the same Xia He.

"All right!" said the uncle, who brought an extra glass.

"Happy birthday, uncle!" Xia He opened his head with a wine glass, this unsmiling man, who lived most of his life in a wooden way, no matter what his grades were, he accepted himself.