Hearing grandma ask this, Ning Xiangtian then concealed his anxiety and nervousness in his heart, looked at his grandmother with an aggrieved face, and said pitifully: "Grandma, Bing'er rarely goes downstairs, either locked in the room and doesn't come out, or doesn't go home, she is always alone." ”

Looking at Ning Xiangtian, who looked helpless and helpless, a pitiful look of being defeated and unable to return to the sky, Old Madam Ning stood up and slowly walked to the staircase.

Maybe the bell must be tied to the bell, and Mrs. Ning can only come forward by herself to explain some old things, maybe Bing'er can relieve some of her suppressed emotions and make her more comfortable.

"Grandma, are you going to find Bing'er?" Ning Xiangtian asked in surprise.

For so many years, I have never seen my grandmother take the initiative to find Bing'er, either to teach this child a lesson, or to bully her, and suddenly I wanted to find Bing'er so calmly, and the panic and fear in my heart made him look at his grandmother even more calmly.

Old Madam Ning listened to the panic and nervousness in Ning Xiangtian's tone, slowly turned around, and rewarded an unpleasant look, making sure that this was an ignorant and disproportionate child.

For a moment, Ning Xiangtian obediently stopped talking, and didn't dare to make a mistake, watching his grandmother slowly hold on to the railing and go upstairs.

Every staircase is very difficult, the eighty-year-old man, fortunately the body is still healthy, otherwise let alone go upstairs, even if you walk in a wheelchair.

"Knock knock!" A knock on the door interrupted Ning Bing'er's mood of reading, raised her head, and looked at the locked door in a daze.

Raise your hand and look at the time, it's still early to eat, Wu's mother can't call her now, so who is it?

was hesitating, the door knocked again, Ning Bing'er wondered if Ning Xiangtian was playing tricks on herself or was going to play tricks on herself, glanced at the door angrily, and then continued to look down at the book, no longer paying attention to the people outside the door.

The door knocked louder this time, as if it was a posture that would not give up until it was opened, and the door must be opened.

Reluctantly put down the book, walked over with resentment, opened the door with a gloomy face, and turned around and went back to the house with his head down, not caring who the person who came to knock on the door was?

What is identified is what is recognized, Ning Bing'er used her consciousness to tell herself that except for Ning Xiangtian, the scoundrel who came back and knocked on the door, there were no extra idlers at home who would come to knock on the door.

"Bing'er, didn't grandma invite grandma to come in and sit at the door of your room?" Old Madam Ning gasped, her tone was still gentle, and she said without any complaints.

Ning Bing'er, who had only walked a few steps, heard her grandmother's voice, her face turned green with fright, and she immediately turned around, looking at the old man holding the door frame at the door in amazement, her hands clenched and relaxed helplessly, she just didn't know how to be good, and she was stupid in place.

And the old man at the door stood there with a sweaty face, his body trembled slightly, his eyes were still as attentive and focused as when he was young, grandma was a woman with a story and a history, and a woman who had searched for sand and gold in the long river of time.

"Grandma, why are you?" Ning Bing'er finally spoke, asking in a low voice and with little confidence.

"It's not me, who do you want to knock on your door?" Old Madam Ning walked by easily, not wanting the atmosphere to remain stiff, this is not the best start of negotiations.

Hearing the lightness in her grandmother's tone, Ning Bing'er instinctively snorted, and didn't even know how to respond to such a naughty grandmother!

For the old man standing in front of him now, the inexplicable intimacy made Bing'er relieve her nervousness, and her tense nerves slowly relaxed, forcing a smile and smiling stupidly at her grandmother.

"Then why are you still stunned, otherwise grandma will go in and sit down?" Old Madam Ning really couldn't stand Ning Bing'er's coldness and sluggishness, and said again, still without scolding and impatience in her tone, she still looked at her very seriously, patiently waiting for Ning Bing'er's response.

"Oh, grandma, please come in, please come in!" Ning Bing'er finally reacted and trotted over to support grandma.

This is the first time that Mrs. Ning has walked into Ning Bing'er's room, and it is also the first time that she is willing to take the initiative to enter this child's world.

The room is even worse than Wu's mother's nanny room, the room only has a large bed to sleep in, a magnificent solid wood bookshelf, densely filled with all kinds of books, a computer desk, a computer, an eye-protecting lamp, and no extra furniture.

Raise your head and look at the overall layout of the room, the curtains are gray, the shading effect is very good, very thick, very textured, the neatly stacked quilts and sheets on the bed are also gray, and even the bedside sofa is a gray fabric sofa.

The whole room is a cold color series, maybe the white of the wardrobe and bookcase makes people look less depressed, otherwise the whole room feels too depressing, people can't stand it, and they are about to suffocate.

A nineteen-year-old girl, a dreaming age like a flower, has no colorful life, no brilliant colors, no dazzling starlight, and lives so depressed and dull, no wonder her character is so lonely and cold.

But who is responsible for all this?

Aren't they the same executioners?

It was Mrs. Ning, Ning Xiangtian, Yuan Xuefei, and Ning Guowei, these ruthless relatives personally deprived her of all the sources of happiness, so that her world would no longer be colorful, colorful, and lively.

It's just that this hard-working child chose to bear everything in front of him silently, never resisted, never rejected, never resisted, and was silently treated unfairly.

My heart was distressed, the first time Mrs. Ning was distressed, tears moistened her eyes, pursed her mouth, and looked at this poor child with her lost emotions, her mouth trembled, and she didn't know how to say sorry in her heart, and she didn't know how to apologize to this child.

"Grandma, please drink water. Ning Bing'er gasped and carefully handed it to her grandmother with a glass of warm water.

This kind of unfamiliar care, such unfamiliar eyes, and even those tears in the eyes are like crocodile tears in Bing'er's eyes, like a doctor who just got a preventive shot and gave you a candy to eat.

With a wry smile in his heart, he still stood coldly opposite his grandmother, not knowing how to chat.

Children with a passive personality are always like this, more calm and dull in front of the living, more reluctant to say a word, and do not know how to express the demands in their hearts.

Maybe this is the reason why Ning Bing'er has been lonely and cold.

"Bing'er, sit down and talk back to grandma, do you have time?" Old Madam Ning's amiable tone was pleading, raising her cloudy old eyes, and waiting earnestly for Bing'er to reply.

Ning Bing'er turned her head to look at the computer, made up her mind, turned around with a smile, and whispered, "Grandma, I saved the information in the computer, is it okay?"

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