He followed the Prime Minister into the small bungalow, and as soon as he entered the entrance, a young man greeted him. "Chief, you're back!" he said, taking the Prime Minister's briefcase and placing it on the shelf in the entrance, and then taking the coat handed by the Prime Minister and hanging it on the hanger behind the entrance.

"Hehehe, this is my guard Xiao Zhao!" the prime minister introduced Lin Kunyan and the turtle, and pointed to the old lady behind Xiao Zhao as he spoke: "This is my wife, you can call Grandma Zhao!"

"Hello!" The turtle stood beside Lin Kunyan and saluted Xiao Zhao, and called sweetly to the old man, "Grandma Zhao, hello, my name is Li Wen! You can call me a turtle, everyone calls me that!" The turtle's voice and appearance were very deceptive, and everyone's first impression of him was that he was a well-behaved little Zhengtai. "Okay! good!" Grandma Zhao replied happily, but looked at Lin Kunkun, who was standing dumbfounded and silent, with strange eyes. Lin Kunyan stood at the door in a daze, his thoughts traveling through time and space, back to a long, long time ago.

"Fate!" grandma has always called Lin Kunkun like this, because in her heart, Lin Kunkun is all she has, her life. At that time, Lin Kunyan was still young, and he loved his grandmother very much, but his grandmother's verbosity made him very disgusted.

It was when I was in elementary school, Lin Kunyan had a cold, and it was still drizzling outside the classroom. Lin Kunkun, who was sitting in the classroom, kept sneezing, his head was a little dizzy, and his eyelids kept fighting. "Who is that? There's an old man coming to school!hahaha" The laughter of the classmate made Lin Kunyan's eyes open again.

It was an old woman, she was looking for it in every classroom, she didn't seem to be literate, she couldn't speak Mandarin, and asked in dialect: "Is my life in this classroom?" Lin Kunyan felt that his face was blushing, as if his classmates were laughing at him.

He rushed out of the classroom, without saying hello to the teacher, and went straight to his grandmother. "Yima, why are you here?" Lin Kunyan asked in dialect, a little at a loss. "Fate, take some medicine!

Looking at his grandmother, who was quite nimble, Lin Kunyan quickly took the medicine and swallowed it in one bite. "Hell, drink some water, slow down!" Grandma's voice trembled a little, and her body was a little wet, thinking that it was Xiaoyu who wet her clothes on the way to protect the medicine.

"Yima, okay, okay! Go back quickly! My classmates laughed at me!" Lin Kunkun pushed his grandmother out, grandma's steps were a little staggering, her face was full of wrinkles and was squeezed into the center of her face by her smile, and her rough palm touched Lin Kunyan's face, but under Lin Kunkun's insistence, she could only helplessly turn around and walk outside the school. Lin Kunyan looked at his grandmother's body curled up under the small umbrella, and his eyes were a little moist.

That year, my grandmother was 77 years old, and Lin Kunjun was in the third grade.

"Hell, go slowly, don't fall!" Grandma followed Lin Kunyan's steps closely, her voice was a little low, with a little crying. "Neurotic, don't follow me!" Lin Kunyan walked briskly in front of him, lowered his head and roared, the small hands hidden in his sleeves clenched tightly.

"Fate, Yima will go buy eggs immediately, and the eggshells used in the afternoon handicraft class will be sent to the school for you! Lin Kunyan looked back nervously, there was no one, he quickly turned around and ran, shouting worriedly, "Yima, don't fall down!"

Soon he saw his grandmother's figure, walking in the direction of the market, walking a little fast, a little unsteady, one step at a time, three times back. Lin Kunyan put his mind at ease and turned around and ran in the direction of the school. When grandma appeared at school with two eggs, and the classmates looked at Lin Kunyan with strange eyes, Lin Kunkun waited for grandma's words to be "Neurotic, I said I don't want it, you go back quickly, my classmates will laugh at me, you go back quickly." ”

When the grandmother turned back and walked towards the house, her eyes were very dim, and her tone was very low: "Fate, it's not right to take the eggs, or the teacher will scold you when you don't go to class." Lin Kunyan looked at his grandmother's back, his eyes were also moist, and he wanted to cry because he felt ashamed.

That year, my grandmother was 82 years old, and Lin Kunyan was in her second year of junior high school.