Ning Jiayi rarely slept in.

She slowly opened her eyes and turned over to find Orange standing on the desk, pecking at her wooden stationery box like a piledriver.

In my ears is the sound of "bell block".

The tip of the nose is the aroma of lotus root pork rib soup.

After Ning Jiayi washed, he went to the kitchen in search of the fragrance.

"Grandma, you started boiling soup early in the morning. ”

"Well, your favorite pork ribs and lotus root soup with corn added to it. ”

Song Mei put down the soup spoon with a smile, turned her head and told her granddaughter to hurry up and add a coat, so as not to catch a cold.

"Grandma, what is grandpa doing when he goes out so early?"

Ning Jiayi found that his grandmother's happiness was not the same as before.

"We'll find out when your grandfather comes back. ”

Ning Jia tilted his head, looking at his grandmother dancing happily, and couldn't help but start looking forward to his grandfather coming home quickly.

It was noon when there was a knock on the door.

Song Mei was so happy that she forgot to think, thinking that the old man had arrived home, so she hurriedly opened the door.

turned out that the other party was Wang Cheng, saying that he would get married tomorrow, and invite them to the "often go home to see" restaurant for a light meal later in the evening, and almost everyone in the town would go.

It's just that without waiting for Song Mei to agree or refuse, Wang Cheng left after speaking.

"Grandma, why don't you say a word?"

Ning Jiayi came out of the bathroom, stared at his grandmother sitting on the sofa and didn't move for a long time, walked over and asked her.

As everyone knows, Song Mei is thinking that Wang Cheng has raised Wang Shuncai's two children as if they were his own children, and even Yao Jin has received it from his home to support her for the elderly.

Not to mention what the old man of their family thinks, is it because his royal city has now become a rich man, so no matter how many people he feeds, what has happened, there are women who are willing to marry him?

After all, it's all an adult's business, and Song Mei is not good at chatting with a child, shaking her head and saying it's okay, at the end, urging the child to serve pork rib soup to drink.

Ning Jiayi's soup bowl bottomed out, and Ning Zaifu came back at this time.

Song Mei still had a smile on her face a second ago, but after looking at the old man's face, the smile gradually disappeared.

Ning Jiayi also saw it, got up and brought a chair to Ning Zaifu, and then she turned around and went to the kitchen to serve soup to the second elder.

Ning Zaifu sat at the dinner table, put one hand flat on the table, pressed the other hand on his left temple, sighed a few times, turned his head and looked at his wife helplessly:

"The day is not wrong, it is true that he was released from prison today, and I have asked many people, they saw Ning Jianyu's thing leave with their own eyes. ”

Song Mei's heart thumped a few times, and her body shook a few times unconsciously.

Ning Jia's eyes were sharp, and he was busy standing beside Song Mei, so that she could lean on herself.

"And where did he go?"

"I don't know. Ning Zaifu unconsciously patted the dining table, his face still solemn.

Ning Jia heard his grandfather scolding people for the first time, and his eyes swept over the second elder, and he didn't know what to say.

There was silence for a long time.

"Yiyi, you go to the commissary with your grandfather. ”

Song Mei didn't stop her, swallowed what she wanted to say, and watched them leave.

In the evening, Song Mei called the commissary and told Ning Zaifu that Wang Cheng's parents had come to invite them to a light meal again, and she couldn't refuse again, so she agreed.

Subsequently, the three of them went to the "often go home to see" restaurant together.

As soon as Ning Zaifu stepped in, someone from the Wang Cheng family came to greet him, and he sent the Ning family to the second floor, at the third table.

Looking around, Song Mei and Ning Zaifu know everyone, and when they meet the villagers, they naturally have something to say.

Ning Jiayi heard from the beginning to the end, and what he heard the most was: Wang Cheng, this kid has the ability now, he is the living bodhisattva of our town, why can't he do it without him......

Just half an hour ago, Ning Jiayi was just about to close the door of the commissary when he turned around and bumped into someone, more precisely, it was Wang Cheng's mother who knocked her in.

The old man came in a hurry just to buy a few cases of beer, and Ning Jiayi also cheapened her by more than ten yuan, and she felt that it was not enough, so she kept saying:

You girl, how do you do business, we are in a town, you buy so many things, you also treat me as someone else's asking price, cheaper, cheaper!

If it weren't for the presence of his grandfather, Ning Jiayi would never be soft-hearted, let her make a price, and where would she sell it cheaply.

Yes, my son has money and ability, but so what, they don't care about it, they love to take advantage, they used to be a little embarrassed, but now it's good, that face is like someone else should have less money for her.

The most infuriating thing is that the pair of old people now feel superior, and between their behaviors and behaviors, they are all expressions: Don't you look at who I am?

This light meal was uncomfortable enough.

Seeing that the meal was over and it was probably time to leave, Ning Jiayi put on his gloves and was ready to get up at any time.

Coincidentally, at this time, Wang Cheng took his new daughter-in-law upstairs to greet his father and fellow villagers.

Except for the Ning family, all the people who sat in the seats to eat seemed to have made an appointment in advance, and got up and toasted the couple together.

The mouth is so strong-mouthed that a string of blessings popped up in a few seconds.

The entire second floor was bustling like a market market in the past, and Ning Jia covered his ears consciously, his face full of lovelessness.

"Eat and drink, don't give me money, if you are happy, I will be happy. ”

Wang Cheng wore a black suit, his hair was smeared with a lot of hairspray, and he stood under the light, like a reflector, which was very eye-catching.

The bride standing next to him, with a goose egg face, willow eyebrows, big almond eyes, and a good figure, is a red dress, which makes her skin more and more fair, and which one is red.

Many men envy him that Wang Cheng is in his forties and can still find such a beautiful daughter-in-law.

Only Ning Zaifu and Song Mei looked at the bride's eyes from surprise to sigh.

The memory of the second elder is not bad, they know the bride, her name is Ye Xiaoli, and she used to be the second son's first girlfriend.

Back then, the relationship between the two was so good, like a conjoined baby, they had to take time to stick together, hold hands, and talk for a while, for two or three years a year.

Song Mei also likes this girl, she is good-looking and knowledgeable.

She and Ning discussed a good life in Fudu and came to propose marriage, but Ye Xiaoli's parents disliked their poor family and concluded that their son would not be able to make a profit in the future.

Even, she ran to the door of the house, pointed at Sang and scolded Huai, and changed her method to say that Ning Jianyu seduced her baby girl.

The second elder did not intervene in breaking up the two children, and later they broke up, only the parties knew the reason.

Not long after, Ye Xiaoli had a new boyfriend, and Ning Jianyu left the town to look for a job in a big city.

Since then, they have never heard about Ye Xiaoli again.

Then, Ning Zaifu suddenly received a call from the police station and knew that his son had killed someone and was going to prison.

On the day the eldest son and daughter-in-law died, the two old men had their hearts stuffed for a while, and on the day their son was imprisoned, they were stuffed for a while.

The second elder looks at Ye Xiaoli now, just the jewels on his head can blind his eyes, the aura on his face has disappeared, and his lips are smeared with blood red.

Ye Xiaoli also recognized Ning Zaifu and Song Mei, her eyes dodged a few times, but she still didn't look at each other, followed her husband and said a few polite words, and then went downstairs together.

Ning Jiayi noticed the change in his grandparents' expressions, and on the way home, he didn't ask anything, took the warm calloused hands of the second elder, and walked slowly into the corridor.

The three of them entered the door and changed into handmade cotton slippers.

Ning Zaifu made a small cup of bitter tea, waved at Ning Jia, and signaled her not to hurry up and talk to them.

"Yiyi, your uncle is not today," Ning Zaifu laughed at himself, his smile became more and more bitter, "Your father was released from prison today, but grandpa didn't receive anyone." ”

Ning Jiayi had roughly guessed it.

"How can I say it, I told your grandmother that I don't have this son, but I still feel uncomfortable. He must have cared about us too, so he ran away on his own, hahahaha. ”

Song Mei pressed her hand on the back of Ning Zaifu's left hand and looked at Ning Jiayi, "He used to have to ask your grandfather for help to kill a fish, we never expected him to stay outside for a few years, and in the end, he even dared to kill people."

My heart hurts for a while, and I always feel that there is a misunderstanding in it, your father is really not the kind of ruthless and ruthless person. This kid has a good heart......

Ning Jia rolled up his sleeves and wiped away tears for Song Mei.

"Yiyi, we are saying these things to you because we don't want your father to look like a murderer in your mind. ”

Of course Ning Jiayi knew, and besides, she didn't believe that the children raised by her grandparents would do such stupid and cruel things.

"Grandma, don't worry too much, uncle he must have a reason......"

Now that she has passed away, Ning Jiayi feels that she is the daughter of her uncle.

"Uncle, he will definitely come back to see you someday, anyway, he must miss you very much after not seeing you for so many years. ”

Ning Zaifu and Song Mei are thinking: the word uncle.

"One by one, you can shout whatever you want, grandparents don't force you. Ning Zaifu reached out and touched Ning Jiayi's head, "Grandpa's words are also finished, you can go into the house and code words." ”

Ninga looked at Grandma.

Song Mei smiled and shook her head: "Grandma has nothing to say, go and do your own business." ”

Ning Jiayi closed the door of the room and sat at the desk in a daze until the phone rang.

It's still the previous WeChat account, the difference is that a note has been added: I'll probably go to you tomorrow.

Ning Jia frowned, still not thinking of who it would be.

“...... It's not going to be a discussion or a fu, right?"

It's been four years, and they haven't been in touch for four years, probably wouldn't be.

Ning Jiayi himself didn't believe it.

"Forget it, codeword, codeword, don't be cranky. ”

At half past ten, turn off the lights and go to bed on time.

Ning Jiayi had insomnia, tossing and turning, and the more he wanted to fall asleep, the more awake he became, so that in the end he was actually hungry.

The room wafted with the aroma of sauerkraut from the old altar.

Orange was not asleep either, standing on the beam, occasionally tilting her little head, staring at Ninga, making a gurgling sound.

"You want to eat it too?"

"Goo-goo-goo. ”

"Who taught you to crow pigeons," Ninga replied, "you eat your own, don't always stare at me." ”

Orange didn't listen, so he loved to stare at her, occasionally moved his position, and unconsciously stood behind the food box, grabbed the position of his left foot, and began to eat five-color corn and nourishing pills.

Parrots, like cows, regurgitate and crunch in their mouths.

Ning Jiayi lay on the bed, touching his full stomach.

"You're full, aren't you?"

"Eat, eat, eat. ”

As soon as Ning Jia taught the orange to speak, he eventually learned a sentence: eat and eat.

"Orange, I'm turning off the lights. ”

The next second, the room went dark.

"Good night, oranges. ”