Things were so pleasantly decided.

Yang Yanxi's buttocks were unstable when he was happy to eat, moving back and forth, and his eyebrows were open.

Carambola Creek couldn't help but give him a funny look.

Yang Jinxi doesn't care, he has always been very homely, except for Yang Hong's house, he is at home, at most, he goes to the town bookstore with Yang Hong, who is also a book lover.

Only Yang Qingxi, from time to time, glanced at Cheng Cuijuan's clothes that she put there, and her hand holding the spoon suddenly tightened, and she immediately lowered her head and ate quietly.

The palm hurt even more, but no one cared about her when she got up today.

Even her own mother only has star fruit creek in her eyes!

"Sister, do you want to go to Taigong's?" After eating, Yang Yanxi asked.

"Go. Carambola Creek nodded.

If you don't go, Taigong will probably come over again.

The old man is 90 years old, and although he often goes out for a walk, it is not safe in the end.

"I'll carry you. Yang Yanxi immediately made a posture of preparing to carry people.

"No, I don't. Carambola Creek pushed him away.

Her feet were actually fine.

"You two, if you don't push around, your dad got a wheelchair for Taotao, and it's just outside. Cheng Cuijuan pointed outside with a smile while cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks.

Yang Haixia had already gotten up and walked outside.

Carambola Creek and Yang Yanxi followed.

Sure enough, there was a wooden wheelchair outside the door, which was simple in work and clumsy to look at, but it was very suitable for Carambola Creek to use now.

"Try it. Yang Haixia pushed the wheelchair over, with a faint expression.

"Thank you, Dad. Carambola Creek was very happy, and she didn't hesitate to thank her.

"Sister, I'll push you. Yang Yanxi rushed over and took over, "Let's go now." ”

"No brakes, be careful downhill. Yang Haixia advised.

The wheelchair was prepared by the carpenter in the town the other day, and the wheels used were scrap bikes from the scrapyard.

I couldn't use anything else on the bike except the wheels, and I couldn't find any other parts for the time being, so I had to do that.

"Okay, I'll be careful. Yang Yanxi immediately nodded and urged, "Sister, hurry up, try it." ”

Yang Haixia found a wooden board from the kitchen and spread it on the steps: "Push the wheelchair down first." ”

The slope of the three-block staircase is not gentle, and it is inevitable that there will be problems when people sit down and push them down.

Yang Yanxi obediently pushed down the wheelchair, and then turned around to help Carambola Creek.

Yang Qingxi stood in the hall, looking at the scene outside, his eyes seemed to be quenched with poison.

"Let's go. Yang Yanxi waited for Carambola Creek to sit down, and pushed outside with a shout.

"Be careful. Yang Haixia stood aside and admonished again.

This voice was said to Carambola Creek.

Be careful of what?

Carambola Creek knew it, turned around and nodded at Yang Haixia: "The road in the village is easy to walk, we will be careful." ”

Inadvertently, she saw Yang Qingxi's hatred that she didn't have time to take back.

She simply turned her head sideways and glanced at Yang Qingxi openly.

Yang Qingxi grimaced and turned upstairs.

Carambola Xi pursed his lips and commanded Yang Yanxi to go out of the gate, all the way towards the old gate of the Yang family.

There are a lot of Taimen in the village, and half of the people in the village are surnamed Yang, and the only one who may be called the old Taimen is the one where her grandfather lives.

Because there is her father-in-law, a former teacher.

And Xintaimen is because of Yang Haixia, in the eyes of the villagers, he, like her father-in-law, is one of the best people in the village.

The old Taimen of the Yang family is in the center of the village, so the orientation of the Taimen is different from that of her house.

The adjacent Taimen on both sides form an old street.

The adjacent house was built into a two-story wooden building, with people living upstairs and small shops and workshops downstairs.

It's just that in the turbulent years, all these small shops and workshops were closed, and now, after the economy recovers, only one small shop has resumed business.

As a result, it has become a favorite gathering place for the villagers when they are free.

"Taigong. ”

In the distance, Carambola Creek saw an old lady sitting in the middle of a group of old people and children.

This scene is as if time has been traveled, and memory and reality perfectly coincide.