As soon as he arrived at the door of his home, he stopped in his tracks, looked at the closed door, and suddenly did not have the courage to push it open.
The timidity of being close to home probably refers to him at this time.
He stood at the door, thinking about what he should say to Lin Jiao when he saw her.
And Lin Jiao’s daughter, will the child recognize him as her grandfather?
Lin Jinshun had mixed feelings in his heart.
Lin Jiao didn't like his father in the past. From childhood to adulthood, Lin Jiao never had a good word with him.
Whenever he opens his mouth, she will always retaliate against him, even insult him and attack him personally, saying that he is cowardly and incompetent. .??.
He knew that in Lin Jiao's heart he was not a qualified father, and Lin Jiao had never thought highly of him.
Lin Jinshun raised his hand to push the door open, but put it down tremblingly.
"Who are you looking for?" Suddenly a crisp voice sounded behind him.
Lin Jinshun turned around and saw a little girl holding a vegetable basket standing behind him, looking at him doubtfully.
The child is thin and small, with a sallow face and messy hair.
Lin Jinshun guessed the girl's identity just by looking at her, because her eyes looked so much like Lin Jiao's.
child
Lin Jinshun looked at the plainly dressed child with a sore nose and felt at a loss what to do.
Xiaoyu just came back from picking vegetables from the vegetable field. When she saw the old man standing at the door, she asked, "Grandpa, who are you looking for?"
Lin Jinshun stared at her blankly for a long time, then said with a choked voice, "My child, I am your grandpa."
Xiaoyu's big eyes looked at the old man with gray hair and stooped body in front of her with confusion, obviously not realizing his identity.
"Grandpa? Do I still have a grandpa? Why have I never heard my mother mention it before?"
Lin Jinshun's cloudy eyes turned dim after hearing Xiaoyu's words.
Did Lin Jiao never even mention him in front of her children?
She hates him so much that she despises him and doesn't deserve to be mentioned?
Xiaoyu looked at Lin Jinshun's old face and asked,
"You said he is my grandpa, then you are my mother's father? Did Uncle Yongqiang ask you to come?"
Xiaoyu looked at him sincerely and asked.
Mentioning Lin Yongqiang, Xiaoyu's face was stained with a smile.
Uncle Yongqiang is their savior.
Without Uncle Yongqiang, her mother would not have money for medical treatment, and she would not even have money to buy groceries.
Maybe, she would have to risk going to the streets to do her mother's job.
Lin Jinshun looked at Xiaoyu and asked unwillingly, "Has your mother never mentioned me?"
Xiaoyu shook her head, "No, she never mentioned it to anyone before.
I thought she was an orphan, but it wasn’t until I met Uncle Yongqiang later that I realized my mother had relatives.”
Xiaoyu did not doubt Lin Jinshun's identity. She somehow felt a sense of intimacy with the old man in front of her.
It must be her grandfather.
Xiaoyu had no concept of relatives before. In her heart, all relatives were like her second uncle.
Cruel and inhumane.
But after meeting her uncle, she suddenly began to long for the love of her relatives.
She hopes to see more relatives on her mother's side.
Xiao Yute took Lin Jinshun's arm familiarly and said, "Grandpa, let's go. Come into the house quickly and I'll cook for us."
Being pulled up by Xiaoyu's arm, Lin Jinshun's heart warmed up. Just listening to the child's words, he couldn't help but feel distressed, "You cook? Are you the one who usually cooks?"
Xiaoyu raised her face and sighed, "I used to share the work with my mother, but now that she is sick, I have to do it."
When Lin Jinshun heard what Xiaoyu said, his face was filled with worry. He wanted to ask Xiaoyu what disease Linjiao had, but Xiaoyu had already opened the door and pulled him into the yard.
Xiaoyu happily shouted into the house, "Mom, my grandpa is here. My grandpa comes to see you."
Lin Jiao was lying weakly on the bed. When she heard Xiaoyu's voice, she looked startled and sat up in shock.
Seeing the old man standing in the yard through the glass window, she was stunned for a moment, and then her face was full of disbelief.
The whole person was shocked.
She looked panicked and hurriedly grabbed the hat next to her and put it on her head.
After chemotherapy, her hair fell severely.
Seeing that no one in the room responded, Xiaoyu shouted again, "Mom, are you asleep? Why don't you make any sound?"
"Grandpa, my mother is in that room. She may be asleep. Let's go in quickly."
Xiaoyu happily took Lin Jinshun into the house on the north side.
Lin Jiao was quite sensible, so she did not live in the main house, but lived in a side room with her daughter.
As soon as Lin Jinshun entered, he saw Lin Jiao, who was wearing a hat and had just gotten off the bed.
After many years, the father and daughter met again. Lin Jinshun looked at his daughter who was so domineering and violent in his memory with a look of obvious astonishment.
Lin Jiao was the same. She looked blankly at the moment, looking at the old man and making eye contact with him, her voice choked with sobs.
The two just stared at each other, neither of them spoke first.
"Mom, do you think this is my grandpa?" Xiaoyu's voice came to mind next to him, breaking the silence.
"Dad..." Lin Jiao looked at him and suddenly knelt down.
Tears fell like rain, and it was difficult to speak out.
Lin Jinshun's expression was also very excited. He was stunned for a while and then said in a trembling tone, "Jiaojiao, why are you like this?" Lin Jinshun hurried home.
As soon as he arrived at the door of his home, he stopped in his tracks, looked at the closed door, and suddenly did not have the courage to push it open.
The timidity of being close to home probably refers to him at this time.
He stood at the door, thinking about what he should say to Lin Jiao when he saw her.
And Lin Jiao’s daughter, will the child recognize him as her grandfather?
Lin Jinshun had mixed feelings in his heart.
Lin Jiao didn't like his father in the past. From childhood to adulthood, Lin Jiao never had a good word with him.
Whenever he opens his mouth, she will always retaliate against him, even insult him and attack him personally, saying that he is cowardly and incompetent.
He knew that in Lin Jiao's heart he was not a qualified father, and Lin Jiao had never thought highly of him.
Lin Jinshun raised his hand to push the door open, but put it down tremblingly.
"Who are you looking for?" Suddenly a crisp voice sounded behind him.
Lin Jinshun turned around and saw a little girl holding a vegetable basket standing behind him, looking at him doubtfully.
The child is thin and small, with a sallow face and messy hair.
Lin Jinshun guessed the girl's identity just by looking at her, because her eyes looked so much like Lin Jiao's.
child
Lin Jinshun looked at the plainly dressed child with a sore nose and felt at a loss what to do.
Xiaoyu just came back from picking vegetables from the vegetable field. When she saw the old man standing at the door, she asked, "Grandpa, who are you looking for?"
Lin Jinshun stared at her blankly for a long time, then said with a choked voice, "My child, I am your grandpa."
Xiaoyu's big eyes looked at the old man with gray hair and stooped body in front of her with confusion, obviously not realizing his identity.
"Grandpa? Do I still have a grandpa? Why have I never heard my mother mention it before?"
Lin Jinshun's cloudy eyes turned dim after hearing Xiaoyu's words.
Did Lin Jiao never even mention him in front of her children?
She hates him so much that she despises him and doesn't deserve to be mentioned?
Xiaoyu looked at Lin Jinshun's old face and asked,
"You said he is my grandpa, then you are my mother's father? Did Uncle Yongqiang ask you to come?"
Xiaoyu looked at him sincerely and asked.
Mentioning Lin Yongqiang, Xiaoyu's face was stained with a smile.
Uncle Yongqiang is their savior.
Without Uncle Yongqiang, her mother would not have money for medical treatment, and she would not even have money to buy groceries.
Maybe, she would have to risk going to the streets to do her mother's job.
Lin Jinshun looked at Xiaoyu and asked unwillingly, "Has your mother never mentioned me?"
Xiaoyu shook her head, "No, she never mentioned it to anyone before.
I thought she was an orphan, but it wasn’t until I met Uncle Yongqiang later that I realized my mother had relatives.”
Xiaoyu did not doubt Lin Jinshun's identity. She somehow felt a sense of intimacy with the old man in front of her.
It must be her grandfather.
Xiaoyu had no concept of relatives before. In her heart, all relatives were like her second uncle.
Cruel and inhumane.
But after meeting her uncle, she suddenly began to long for the love of her relatives.
She hopes to see more relatives on her mother's side.
Xiao Yute took Lin Jinshun's arm familiarly and said, "Grandpa, let's go. Come into the house quickly and I'll cook for us."
Being pulled up by Xiaoyu's arm, Lin Jinshun's heart warmed up. Just listening to the child's words, he couldn't help but feel distressed, "You cook? Are you the one who usually cooks?"
Xiaoyu raised her face and sighed, "I used to share the work with my mother, but now that she is sick, I have to do it."
When Lin Jinshun heard what Xiaoyu said, his face was filled with worry. He wanted to ask Xiaoyu what disease Linjiao had, but Xiaoyu had already opened the door and pulled him into the yard.
Xiaoyu happily shouted into the house, "Mom, my grandpa is here. My grandpa comes to see you."
Lin Jiao was lying weakly on the bed. When she heard Xiaoyu's voice, she looked startled and sat up in shock.
Seeing the old man standing in the yard through the glass window, she was stunned for a moment, and then her face was full of disbelief.
The whole person was shocked.
She looked panicked and hurriedly grabbed the hat next to her and put it on her head.
After chemotherapy, her hair fell severely.
Seeing that no one in the room responded, Xiaoyu shouted again, "Mom, are you asleep? Why don't you make any sound?"
"Grandpa, my mother is in that room. She may be asleep. Let's go in quickly."
Xiaoyu happily took Lin Jinshun into the house on the north side.
Lin Jiao was quite sensible, so she did not live in the main house, but lived in a side room with her daughter.
As soon as Lin Jinshun entered, he saw Lin Jiao, who was wearing a hat and had just gotten off the bed.
After many years, the father and daughter met again. Lin Jinshun looked at his daughter who was so domineering and violent in his memory with a look of obvious astonishment.
Lin Jiao was the same. She looked blankly at the moment, looking at the old man and making eye contact with him, her voice choked with sobs.
The two just stared at each other, neither of them spoke first.
"Mom, do you think this is my grandpa?" Xiaoyu's voice came to mind next to him, breaking the silence.
"Dad..." Lin Jiao looked at him and suddenly knelt down.
Tears fell like rain, and it was difficult to speak out.
Lin Jinshun's expression was also very excited. He was stunned for a while and then said in a trembling tone, "Jiaojiao, why are you like this?"
