Lin Guorong was out in the wind and rain for a week, but Lin Miao's life was extremely regular.

Of course, as a primary school student who has just turned 7 years old, the routine of life is also unavoidable. After all, apart from studying hard at home and school, making progress every day, and taking time to work, Lin Miao has no other place to go or anything else to do—unless he encounters an interview with a small media in some place.

But no.

On Friday night, Lin Miao came home from learning piano from the Children's Palace, and the yard was still very lively.

After the broadcast of "The Condor Heroes", Dongou TV introduced "Joking about Qianlong", so every household refused to go to bed early, and at 8 o'clock, the courtyard was lit up before and after, and the background music of Qiu Guan's appearance could be heard all over the alley.

And the children who couldn't read TV and refused to go home just ran around the yard and made a fuss.

Jiang Ping rode a bicycle with Lin Miao, and after dodging the suicide impact of many energetic little children in the alley, he finally arrived at the door safely. I opened the back door and entered, but it was pitch black.

Lin Guorong obviously went out in style, while the old lady was lying quietly downstairs alone.

The relationship between this mother and son was not good before, but the relationship was very stiff, but the old lady always liked to live with Lin Miao and her family, instead of moving to the newly built four-story small bungalow of Lin Miao's uncle's house, and lived with Lin Guohua and his family.

Obviously, who is really good to her, the old lady actually has a good idea in her heart.

I just don't know how she saved up this awkward energy that her psychology and behavior are completely reversed.

"Mom. Jiang Ping turned on the light and picked Lin Miao off the back seat of the car.

The old lady answered at the back of the compartment of the room, and didn't say much.

In the week since she moved back, the old lady has figured out what happened to Lin Miao's family in the end, and her mood is quite complicated. Especially after Lin Guorong's name appeared twice in a row in "Dongou Daily", the old lady was even more entangled in her heart.

It's in the newspapers.

In the eyes of the old lady, this matter is similar to being admitted to the show and lifting people in ancient times.

She felt a little guilty, and even regretted it, she couldn't sleep for two nights in a row, and from time to time she would think of what her grandson told him a few days ago, and secretly thought that if Lin Guorong had been allowed to go to high school or even college, maybe it would be really amazing now, right? If her son had a great future, he would not marry Jiang Ping, a daughter-in-law who eats and drinks everywhere all day long, and talks indiscriminately, their family will definitely get better and better in the future, yes, that's it, Jiang Ping is not good to say......

Yesterday, Lin Guorong told the old lady about renting a house outside.

The old lady has been flustered until now, and her face is ugly, and she always thinks that Jiang Ping is pouting.

"Mom, are you going upstairs to watch TV?" Jiang Ping walked to the cubicle where the old lady slept, turned on the light, and asked with a smile.

The old lady suddenly lifted the quilt and sat up, and yelled with a fierce expression: "Why are you turning on the light?"

Jiang Ping was taken aback, and hurriedly turned off the lights again.

The old lady then lay back and hummed to herself: "I can't understand the speech on TV, what's there to see." Now that you have money anyway, you can live your own life, and you can just let me die, and you don't have to worry about me. Anyway, I'll move in a few days, so I don't have to worry about you if I live here alone and stink......"

Lin Miao pulled Jiang Ping's sleeve and motioned for her to hurry upstairs.

At this time, if you answer the stubble, you are completely unhappy to find it yourself.

But Jiang Ping is really not smart many times, and she doesn't care about Lin Miao's actions, so she has to say a few more words to the old lady, and said softly: "Mom, don't say that, we'll come to see your ...... when we're free."

"Look at what!" The old lady blew up directly, lifted the quilt and jumped up, glaring at Jiang Ping angrily, "You say it nicely, I have lived in the countryside for so long, when did I see you come to see me? I don't need you to come to see me, I don't want to see you, you %¥#¥%%@......"

The old lady cursed a long list of unpleasant words.

Jiang Ping was stunned by the scolding, but she couldn't scold back, so she couldn't help but be angry, her body shook, and she almost fainted.

"Mom, go upstairs, go upstairs, hurry upstairs. Lin Miao couldn't help it, so she hurriedly persuaded.

Jiang Ping was pulled upstairs by Lin Miao.

went upstairs to turn on the light, Jiang Ping threw the bag on the ground, threw herself on the bed and cried.

Lin Miao was more cold-blooded at this time, so she sat on the side and watched, not saying anything, not even a word of comfort. He felt that it was useless to say it anyway, and before moving out, as long as his mother and grandmother still had a chance to get in touch, she would inevitably cry a few more times.

When Jiang Ping was tired of crying, Lin Miao took out four hundred grids, intending to finish the work at hand.

Lin Miao has been writing the last preface of "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard" for several days, writing a paragraph of seven or eight hundred words every day, changing it after writing, rewriting it after it is finished, and writing it again and again.

Speaking of which, in Lin Miao's heart, this preface really represents his original intention of writing the book "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard".

From the perspective of the changes of the times and the changes in life, Lin Miao's vision for the future and expectations for life actually have a lot to say, but due to space limitations, he can only talk about the big words, condense the essence, and make a long story short.

In the last paragraph, Lin Miao wrote quickly and easily.

After about 40 minutes, he put down his pen.

The thick 11 pages and 400 compartments record all his inner activities at the beginning of his rebirth. This is a positive, optimistic, energetic and positive preface to life, compared with the half-poisonous and half-chicken soup text at the back, it is like deceiving consumers' feelings.

"Hmm...... Not bad, not bad......" Lin Miao said habitually narcissistically.

At this time, Jiang Ping had already eased up, and when she saw that Lin Miao had finished her work, she went to turn on the TV, wanting to see the tail of the second episode of "Joking about Qianlong" tonight.

After a while, before the TV series was finished, there was movement downstairs again.

Lin Guorong came in from the front door and slammed the door loudly, as if this was the only way to reflect his heroism, and he didn't care about the feeling of the door - but from this side, it can also reflect that Lao Lin must have gone to drink high again.

"Go take a bath!" Jiang Ping roared as she poked her head out of the stairs.

"Who are you yelling at?" the old lady seized the opportunity to attack and immediately ran out.

Lin Miao hurriedly pulled her mother back, and kept persuading: "Mom, Mom, don't be impulsive, you can't do grandma's ......"

Jiang Ping knew the current affairs this time, turned her head and hugged Lin Miao and cried bitterly: "Baby, how do you say you are going to live this day...... Why is Mom so miserable...... Why did I marry your dad......"

Lin Guorong stood downstairs and was stubbered.

It's all over my head—

What's wrong with me?

What did I say?

I haven't heard a word when I entered the door!

I was going to take a shower today!

I didn't even say I wouldn't take a shower!!

Lin Guorong innocently looked upstairs and met Lin Miao's gaze looking down.

Lin Miao gently stroked her mother's back, waved her other hand at Lin Guorong, showed a very inappropriate smile on her face, and said loudly with a smile: "Dad, I've written it, and I'll take it to the publishing house tomorrow!"

"Oh?" Lin Guorong was even more excited when he heard it, and replied with a red face, "Okay, okay, I'll get it tomorrow!"

Jiang Ping saw that the two of them had no conscience, and they didn't bother to cry, so she held back her tears and asked Lin Miao, "How much can you get this time?"

Lin Miao smiled: "This time is the last time, it's the same thing." We haven't started selling yet, so we have to see how many copies we can sell, and we'll get a commission for how much we sell. ”

"Oh......" Jiang Ping nodded, burst into laughter, and was happy.

There is money and ten thousand families, and everything is prosperous.