"Thirteen, what is the most important thing in your life?" asked the old lady.

The old lady knew very well about this granddaughter's love life.

It's just that she doesn't understand her granddaughter's idea.

According to the information she has, the granddaughter's current emotional experience is probably like this. She took her daughter to work and live in Rongcheng for a while and did not live well, so she was transferred to the mountain city.

When I went to the mountain city, Thirteen didn’t want to live in an empty big house because I would feel instinctively uncomfortable.

In the four years of college, the thirteenth and twelveth time were spent together.

In addition to work, they live in Twelve Cities most of their time.

The twelve cities were empty, and after the twelve journeys, they turned into a desolate and cold city.

Although the villa in Shisan in the mountain city is far inferior to Shisan in space, she is also repelled in Shisan's heart.

Even if she doesn't remember that memory.

So Thirteen chose to live in an apartment with Guoguo, and the space was not that big.

Then, Thirteen met Yang Fan.

They didn't fall in love at first sight, and the two of them didn't even think about what the future would be like. Thirteen thought Yang Fan was reliable, so they introduced him to Liu Qianqian.

Things are unpredictable in the world, and Yang Fan and the girl in the Liu family have become a part of it.

On Thirteenth, the two of them lived there and it was easy to get along.

Young people want everything, and they don’t know how to cut the mess quickly.

The old lady is not very clear about the specific inside story. She only knows that Yang Fan is dating with her granddaughter and the girl from the Liu family, and her character is not very good.

Aunt Thirteen glanced at the little girl who was concentrating on eating next to her and said, "Twelve is the most important."

The old lady also looked at Guoguo and reached out to touch the girl's head through the dining table.

The little girl's cheeks were bulging. She raised her head, opened her eyes wide and looked at her grandmother, then looked at her mother, and continued to lower her head to eat.

"That's good." The old lady's eyes were a little dim: "It's a pity that I can't see Guoguo grow up, and I can't wait for her to get married."

"Don't say such despicable words, I don't like to listen." Aunt Thirteen was unmoved.

People like the old ladies are either relying on their seniority or playing emotional cards. They are too hypocritical. Family affection is just one of the tools for work in front of them.

"Thirteen, only if there is a country can you have a family." said the old lady.

"Don't tell me the big truth. I don't understand. I just want to be an ordinary ordinary person. I came to Yanjing to settle down. I could have lived a normal life. You lied to her again and again and let her continue to do it for you.

Work.” As he said that, Aunt Thirteen slapped Guoguo in the back of her head.

The little girl almost buried her head in the bowl.

Of course, this slap did not make Guoguo feel pain or uncomfortable. When she raised her head, her eyes were full of doubts: "Mom, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, you're too unsatisfied!" said Aunt Thirteen.

The little girl looked at a large table of dishes and asked, "Mom, am I not eating enough? I will continue to work hard..."

"What are you doing when you eat so much? Are you a stew of food?" Aunt Thirteen scolded.

The little girl said with striking words: "Dad said, if I eat myself in a round way, I won't be looked down upon."

"Eat yours." Aunt Thirteen was too lazy to argue with her daughter anymore.

The old lady looked at the little girl and felt a little warmth.

The higher she stood, the more lonely she felt, especially when her husband passed away, there was no one who said the truth.

Although the old lady has some serious things to do in the past two days, she seizes every opportunity to play with the little girl in her spare time.

The little girl is a good listener, or in other words, the little girl doesn't care what the grandmother is saying, she doesn't understand anyway.

The old lady talked about many things about herself, even the secrets in her heart.

The little girl was indifferent and played with her own.

Of course the old lady wouldn't mind the little girl not listening to her nagging attentively.

"Xiaofan was playing in Daiyue yesterday and left some words in Taishan. Do you know?" the old lady asked Aunt Thirteen.

"I know." Aunt Thirteen seemed to be nothing.

The old lady was puzzled, but she looked calm and gentle: "Do you know what words Xiaofan left?"

Aunt Thirteen shook her head: "I don't know, these things are not important. I didn't ask Xiaofan, and he was not in a hurry to tell me. It would be the same if I asked him again when I came back."

The old lady suddenly realized that her granddaughter didn't know the content of the words, no wonder.

"Xiaoling, even my cell phone." The old lady spoke to the wall.

"Okay, grandma." Suddenly, a screen that looked like a cinema screen appeared on the wall.

Aunt Thirteen turned sideways and looked at the big screen.

"The Five Mountains Only

How about Dai Zongfu? Qi and Lu Qing are still alive.

The creation is full of gods, and the yin and yang are divided into darkness and dawn.

The old clouds are born with the swaying chest, and the return birds are scattered in their eyes.

You will be on the top of the mountain and overlook the small mountains."

The old lady looked at the words on the screen with joy. For people like them, money power is really not attractive.

What they want most is to keep it in history and to be immortal in spirit.

But this is not easy.

Only by making certain political achievements can we leave brilliant footprints in the political arena for our younger generation to admire.

And this is just a political arena. If you want the people to admire you, you have to achieve something like Taizu.

In history, some emperors were almost ignored by history because of their lack of political achievements, and few people knew about it.

The fallen king, Li Houzhu, was remembered by future generations not because of his political achievements or because of his destruction of the country, but because of his poems left behind.

As dynasties changed, among the kings who were destroyed, Yang Fan only remembered the one Li Houzhu.

"I think that hundreds or thousands of years later, his spirit is still there and he has achieved the spiritual eternal life we ​​pursue." Looking at the big screen, the old lady envied.

Aunt Thirteen also looked at the big screen for a while, then turned around and sat down: "You have tried your best to pursue fame and fortune. If you want spiritual eternal life, it is better for me to sit quietly beside him. Maybe thousands of years later, when people mention him, they will find that

, there is someone like me next to him."

The old lady was silent, and her granddaughter was right.

With one's own political achievements, it will be only in these years or in the next few decades, and people still remember it.

In the future, people will gradually forget.

Thousands of years later, no one knows it.

"Those are not enough. He is just an ordinary person. Without official certification, he will not be famous in history." said the old lady.

Aunt Thirteen raised her head and said, "Grandma, don't you like him?"

The old lady nodded: "I don't like it a little. He is not loyal. My Thirteen is unique and he is not worthy of you."

Aunt Thirteen's eyes suddenly became cold: "You always think that you are self-righteous and always instill your thoughts with us as an experienced person. Do you know that Twelve has always been in pain?"

The old lady was indifferent: "Miss from the Liu family, how do you plan to solve it?"

Aunt Thirteen said coldly: "You don't need your care. At least I won't use Qianqian as a tool, nor will I take it a care of human life."
Chapter completed!