Seventeenth Hospital
"Hey, you, the tall young fellow with the long arms and legs!" Outside the old residential complex, an elderly woman stood at the intersection with several bags of fruit and vegetables, calling out.
The hurried pedestrians didn't look back. The elderly woman called again, "The tall, handsome young man... Not you two ugly ducklings. I mean the one in black."
The two young men, who had been smiling and turning around to help, walked away with dark faces. Xu Huo finally turned around and smiled faintly. "Ma'am, were you calling me?"
The elderly woman's eyes lit up. "Yes, yes, you! What a handsome young man you are. You've got such a kind face, too. You look like a good fellow. Could you give me a hand and carry these things for me?"
Xu Huo walked over, picked up the bags, and supported her arm with one hand. "Where do you live, ma'am?"
"In Hongxing Residential Area, just ahead." The elderly woman held his hand, her face creasing into a smile. "Some little brat with no conscience stole my shopping cart. Now these old arms and legs of mine have to carry everything, and I nearly threw out my back just buying groceries."
"There aren't many kind young men like you these days. If my grandson were still alive, he'd have grown to be as tall as you—and just as good-hearted."
"Not at all. Most people are still kind." Xu Huo smiled. "I saw someone else try to help you just now."
The elderly woman tightened her grip on his hand. "They had bad faces. I don't care for them. I like you, young man. How old are you this year? Are you married? If my granddaughter were still alive, I'd introduce you to her. She was beautiful—already a