In the following days, seeing Fang Jianping truly bedridden and unable to get up—not for a day or two, but a whole week passed without him ever leaving the bed—the elderly couple finally understood that the second son, Jianping, was probably seriously ill.
With Xiaoshan's wedding fast approaching, the family could no longer count on Jianping.
The grandmother became frantic, promptly calling a family meeting at home. It was just a matter of the family gathering together to discuss what should be done.
Xiaoshan, languidly rubbing his bleary eyes, had just dragged himself out of bed. For him, waking up at noon was definitely not his usual routine, the correct time for him to get up should be after dinner, so he could go out and mess around with his friends again.
"Grandma, why are you waking people up so early?"
"Early? The sun is already shining on your butt, and you say it's early?" the grandfather lost his temper.
