Lao Yetou slowly raised his feet, slowly crossed the threshold, and walked forward step by step.
When I passed the door of the west wing, my feet paused slightly, but I didn't stop.
"Master."
"grandfather."
First there was Ye Feifeng's timid voice, and then there was Xiao Xuyang's soft and waxy voice.
Little Xuyang has beautiful eyebrows, red lips and white teeth. She looks even better than the dolls in the paintings that year. Her black and white eyes are bright and clear, innocent and ignorant;
But his white and tender face had no expression. He raised his head and looked at Lao Ye head fixedly, calling him "Master", but he didn't understand what it meant;
Although Dr. Dou repeatedly praised him and said that he had made great progress, in fact, he was still different from normal children.
Facing his handsome little grandson, even if he never smiles, even if his face is expressionless, even if he calls him "grandpa" like a parrot, Lao Yetou is still satisfied.
This is already very good.
At least he's not a fool.
The dark old face relaxed at this moment. He smiled slightly, bent down to pick up his little grandson, and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Xuyang is good, grandpa will hold you."
Xiao Xuyang looked at him blankly, as if he didn't understand what he meant.
Old Ye didn't care, and turned around and told Ye Feifeng, "Big girl, call your mother, go and water the bean sprouts."
"Hey, I got it."
After receiving the order, Ye Feifeng trotted into the east wing and shouted in a deep voice to Xiao Qian who was sleeping in his cage.
"I'm going to die! That bitch dared to instruct me to do work for her! You turned against her!"
Sharp yelling sounded, and Old Yetou frowned in disgust.
Girl Xin took Dabai and ran back and forth with him to find someone. She was tired and sick. Mrs. Wang was super busy taking care of the affairs of the whole family and taking care of the children. She didn't forget to water the bean sprouts at scheduled times.
But she was good, doing nothing, just waiting to eat and drink, not even coaxing Xu Yang, leaving it to her daughter to take care of, and sleeping in when she had some free time...
Under the scorching sun, the old leaf's head was gloomy with an old face that was almost dripping with water.
No one named Qian is good!
In the east wing room, I don't know what Ye Feifeng said again. Xiao Qian, who was disturbed from her sweet dream, did not yell anymore. As for what she muttered, no one knew.
The dejected little Qianshi opened the door and saw her father-in-law and a black-faced evil spirit at a glance. He glared at her coldly, startling her, and ran off to work with his tail between his legs.
I didn't dare to let it go either.
She is not stupid. If something like that happens to her sister-in-law, her father-in-law will be angry. At this juncture, if she dares to mess with her, she will definitely be punished miserably.
In the huge courtyard, only the grandfather and grandson stood quietly in the sunshine, neither of them speaking.
The breeze blows, and the rich and sweet aroma fills the air~
They were jasmine bonsais that He Xiner bought for Lao Qian. There were two pots in total. Cao put them under the eaves to bask in the sun every morning. Before noon, she moved them indoors.
Do this every day without getting tired of it.
Before, Lao Yetou didn't care about the flowers and plants at home, but now he was attracted by the delicate and elegant fragrance, and he couldn't help but feel like carrying little Xuyang under the eaves.
He stared blankly at the white and fragrant jasmine flowers.
The second girl bought this.
She not only bought jewelry and clothes for the dead old woman, but also bought a lot of flowers and plants, which she placed in the house, making the whole house smell fragrant.
He is really a good boy with a pure heart!
The old leaf sighed deeply.
He had long regarded He Xiner as his granddaughter, and he was very satisfied with the life of a wealthy man now, and was just waiting for his eldest grandson to prosper and enjoy a happy life.
In fact, he is already used to it. He goes to work in the vegetable garden every day and doesn't feel tired at all.
The vegetable garden continued to collect interest all year round. He was only happy and didn't care about doing any work.
Besides, no one is urging you to make a living in your own family. You can work according to your own temperament, easily and freely. How can you get tired?
Even if he was tired, it didn't matter. He took his old friend for a walk by the river, smoking a pipe and watching rhubarb eating grass and drinking water. He felt so carefree.