The old lady of the Yang family likes to talk about the ancients the most.

The people in the village also love to listen to the old lady of the Yang family talk about the ancients.

In the memory of Carambola Creek, there are often such pictures.

The bench fixed in the patio corridor next to the shop is the old lady's special seat.

The elderly people in the village like to chat with him and reminisce about the past, while the children in the village like to listen to stories.

The old lady would bring a ceramic jar of tea every day, sit here, and talk about it for a long time.

Ancient myths, ancient anecdotes, old customs...... Even ghost legends, he can tell them eloquently and fascinatingly.

The eighth uncle in Xintaimen also likes to tell stories about red-eyed and green-haired monsters, but every time, she can scare the children into nightmares in the middle of the night, but she can't attract the children to chase after them.

The old lady can.

He is also an old man who can adapt to the times.

Even in turbulent times, he can sit here and attract those red soldiers to listen to his quotations.

Because of his existence, the village has also protected many people who have been laid down.

Carambola Creek looked at the scenery that was getting closer and closer, and her eyes were slightly moist.

"My peach girl is here. When the old lady heard the shout, joy appeared in her somewhat cloudy eyes, and beckoned to her, "Come on, sit here." ”

"Princess, I'll bring my own seat. Carambola Xi smiled and patted the wheelchair.

"This is good, this is good. When the old lady saw the wheelchair, she nodded happily, "I'm still worried that you can't walk easily." ”

"What's wrong with Peach Girl?" asked an old man next to him.

"It's not that the green girl is in trouble, I accidentally pushed the peach girl down the stairs, but fortunately, it's not a big deal. The old lady said, getting up on crutches, "My peach girl is here, and I will go home too, and I will continue to tell you tomorrow morning." ”

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"My peach girl is going to take the college entrance examination next year, do you know what the college entrance examination is?" After the old lady stood up, she looked nearly 90 degrees, looked at the children with small benches in front of her, and said with a smile, "In ancient times, the college entrance examination was the top student, and in the future, you will also have to take the exam, you know?"

"Sister Tao is going to take the top exam?" asked a four- or five-year-old boy with big eyes and surprise.

"Yes, if your sister Tao is admitted to the top prize, I will invite you to eat candy. The old lady was as happy as a child, and he never made a promise to the children at this time.

Carambola Creek was sad and warm to watch.

"Great, Sister Tao, you must be admitted to the top prize. ”

"Sister Peach, you must be the champion, you can't explore the flowers. ”

"Yes, Taigong said that only the champion has candy to eat, and Tanhua has no sugar to eat. ”

The children immediately cheered and surrounded the star fruit stream, talking about fairy tales.

"Hey, they're all so hungry. Yang Yanxi looked funny, raised his hand and flicked the boy who spoke at the beginning, "Xiao Chen, when you are admitted to the top prize, will you give us candy?"

"I don't want to be the champion, I want to be a general when I grow up. When Xiao Chen heard this, he immediately straightened his small chest and said proudly, "Taigong said that only when you become a general can you protect the people you want to protect." ”

"Who can the little kid protect?" Yang Yanxi flicked again and asked funny.

"Protect Taigong, protect grandparents, parents, brothers, sisters, brothers, and sisters, and protect Sister Tao, if Brother Yan needs protection, it's okay. Xiao Chen raised his head with a serious face.

"Xiao Chen will definitely be able to be a general in the future, where there is a will, there is a way. Carambola Xi raised her hand and touched Xiao Chen's head, and said encouragingly.

She remembered who the child was.

The child's name is Yang Chenxi, the youngest grandson of the third uncle's family, and her family has not yet produced five clothes, and he can be regarded as her cousin.

It's just that in his previous life, this kid neither failed to be admitted to the top prize nor become a general, but accidentally fell into the water when he was a child, and he was less than six years old when he was not there.

Thinking of this, Carambola Creek thought for a moment and asked, "Xiao Chen, how old is this year?"

"Five years old. Yang Chenxi raised his hand and accurately compared a small hand.