Hushi, Inpatient Department of People's Hospital.

Xia Ge carried a small bag on his back and walked quickly to his grandfather Xia Guangshou's ward.

The smell of disinfectant water in the hospital made Xia Ge feel very uncomfortable, he hated going to the hospital the most in his life, especially in the hospital, where he could always see many lives and deaths.

Came to the 10th floor of the inpatient department, ward 101. This is not a special care ward, and Lao Xia's family is not wealthy. There were other people in the ward.

After Xia Ge entered, he saw his grandfather lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, and an infusion tube was still inserted in the green tendons on his wrists.

The old man was very sensitive, Xia Ge saw that he was approaching, and he was taking the pastries that Xia's father asked him to bring in his backpack, and Xia Guangshou woke up.

"Little pigeon, you're here. Xia Guangshou's voice was a little hoarse, his tone was not high, and it was accompanied by the sound of tearing and tearing.

Xia Ge put down the food box, stepped forward to hold his grandfather's left hand, and said, "Grandpa, are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, I'm in good health, it's your Aunt Chen who made me hospitalized. Little pigeon, since you're here, take me out of the hospital later. Xia Guangshou said whitely, and glanced at Chen Hong, the nanny aunt who was standing silently on the side.

Hearing that my grandfather still called himself a little pigeon, my mind was also pulled back to more than ten years ago.

Grandpa also called himself the same way back then, but at that time, grandpa was in good health, he ran in front, and grandpa could run with him.

Now my grandfather can only sit in a wheelchair, and his breathing is also because of asthma, and he always makes a tearing sound. It's like a dilapidated bellows, already overwhelmed.

The mood was a little low, Xia Ge hurriedly took out the pastries made by Xia's father, squeezed out a smile on his face and said, "Grandpa, I'll ask the doctor later, you haven't eaten at noon." This is Daddy's Rose Cake, Shaqima, Rakan Roll, Eight Treasure Cake ......"

As he spoke, he took out an eight-treasure cake and handed it to his grandfather.

Xia Guangshou's hand trembled slightly and took the pastry. After looking carefully, he shook his head and said, "Your father's skills still haven't improved." As before, there is no luster, no fragrance, he is not this material. ”

Babao cake is a palace pastry, after countless improvements by the ancestors of the Xia family, the main ingredient of the pastry, the dough must be kneaded by hand more than 1,000 times, the appearance looks hard and shiny, but the bite is crispy and delicious.

The old man took a bite before nodding and said: "Yes, the dried fruits are of the highest quality, there are the sweetness of dates, the sourness of dried apricots, and the fragrance of figs. ”

There are eight kinds of dried fruits in the eight-treasure cake, and it is a technical job to want all kinds of flavors to taste like tinder. Dad Xia obviously also got the true biography.

Xia Ge smiled, he didn't know how to make pastries. When he was a child, his grandfather often made it for him, and before he came, he had eaten what his father made, and compared to his grandfather's level, it was still almost hot.

However, my grandfather is in his eighties and has been away from the kitchen for many years. He had asthma and couldn't smell a trace of smoke.

After eating the pastry, Xia Guangshou's eyes were full of memories and pity, and finally became firm again, he looked at Xia Ge and said: "In the afternoon, accompany grandpa around Shanghai, your grandpa is also living a day now." ”

Xia Ge hurriedly comforted: "Grandpa must live a long life." ”

The grandfather and grandson said a few more interesting things from their childhood, and Xia Ge went to ask the doctor if he could be discharged from the hospital.

The doctor didn't stop him, but said that the old man must not get cold in winter. Otherwise, people may be gone.

Every winter, it's like a talisman for countless old people. Many old people can't survive the winter.

Xia Ge nodded again and again, and Aunt Chen also prepared a hat, and when Grandpa went outside, she would wear it fully armed. Even hands are not exposed to the air.

Thinking that he hadn't gone out with his grandfather for a long time, and thinking of his grandfather's body, Xia Ge went to buy a power bank and a selfie stick.

He is preparing for the live broadcast, mainly because he also wants to save the picture of himself and his grandfather playing forever. The live broadcast of Fighting Shark is automatically uploaded, and I will have a thought in the future.

In addition, water friends have also been urging him to be the first king in the live broadcast, and now that 14 days have passed, he has just been on the tail of the king. There are more than 190 people in front.

If you want to accompany your grandfather, you can't blame yourself for releasing the pigeons of your water friend.

He had another nickname yesterday, because he went to see Chen Dongdong and them, and the live broadcast was a few hours late. Many sailors call him Summer Pigeon.

Grandpa called him Little Pigeon, because when he was a child, he was relatively quiet and liked to squat in the square to watch the pigeons fly. He didn't want his friends to call him Summer Pigeon in the future.

If you can broadcast live, you can't count the pigeons!

With that in mind, all the equipment is already equipped.

Finally discharged from the hospital in the afternoon, Aunt Chen brought things home, Xia Ge pushed the wheelchair, and walked slowly on the street with his grandfather.

The selfie stick was held by the grandfather, and he was happy to see the picture of himself and his grandson appear on the screen of his phone.

I learned that it was a live broadcast, and that tens of thousands of people were watching them. was even more happy, like an old naughty boy, and said to the audience in the live broadcast room:

"Hello everyone, I'm Xia Ge's grandfather. Today we will take you to take a good look in Shanghai. Thank you for supporting our little pigeons. ”

The barrage exploded directly.

Hahaha, it turns out that the anchor's nickname is Pigeon. Sure enough, it wasn't an accident to release our pigeons, but it was like that. ”

"The streamer is going home to play games, and he will fall off the king rank later. ”

"I like to watch the interaction between grandpa and Xia Ge, it feels very warm, I haven't seen my grandpa for a long time, and I suddenly miss him. ”

The live broadcast room quickly accepted Xia Ge's outdoor live broadcast, and those who really paid attention to Xia Ge knew that his live broadcast was very improper.

The appearance area went to play games again, and the most speechless thing was that he often broadcast live codewords.

Today, Xia Guangshou wants to go to Modu Old Street, this ancient street.

After coming to the old street, it is like returning to a hundred years ago, the bustling market of the magic capital. Historically, the earliest batch of money houses, gold shops, silver buildings, teahouses, and theaters in the magic capital are here.

It still retains its original style, and now it is a well-known scenic spot in the magic capital.

The grandfather and grandson laughed while walking, and the live broadcast phone was clamped in a wheelchair, and the old man did not need to hold it. The two of them almost forgot about the live broadcast.

They discussed the snacks they had eaten in Lao Cai when they were children, and the operas they had watched.

Suddenly, the old man stopped standing in front of an ancient building.

Xia Ge looked up and saw that he had never been here before. In his memory, he had never even been to this street. Every time he came to Lao Cai, Grandpa seemed to deliberately avoid this place.

"Tianzi No. 1 Imperial Dining Room!" The name is very domineering, it seems to be a private restaurant.

"Little pigeon, do you know why I never take you down this street?" Xia Guangshou looked at the ancient building with complicated eyes and said slowly.

"Did you work here before?" Xia Ge guessed.

Xia Gezu heard that he was an imperial chef, and his grandfather's cooking skills were naturally top-notch. It's no surprise to help out in someone else's restaurant when you're younger.

Grandpa avoided this store like this, maybe when he was young, he had a conflict with the boss.

"Oh, it's not a part-time job. This shop is ours. This big yard is half the street!" Xia Guangshou's eyes were a little red, and his voice trembled to tell the secret.

"What!" Xia Ge was startled.

This street is a prime location, and these yards may not be able to buy for billions now. I couldn't help but rely on a sentence in my heart, is he still a hidden rich third generation?