"She!"

When Chen Deying mentioned Chu Xiuying, a trace of complexity flashed on her face, and she changed her tone, "Let's not talk about her, you haven't been back for so long, let's go home for dinner tonight." ”

"Oh, I'm going back to my grandmother's house!"

Yin Mutao was obviously happy to see her grandparents, Zhuang Feiyang couldn't go against her daughter's wishes, and she really wanted to get together with Chen Deying, so she didn't refuse.

Yin Mutao jumped up and down along the way.

When he arrived home, Yin Kar-wai was sitting stupidly reading the newspaper, a pair of reading glasses, but he was in good spirits and upright, and he did not have an old-fashioned posture at all.

"Uncle!"

This is the best name Zhuang Feiyang can come up with now.

Chen Deying is her aunt, and it is not an exaggeration for her to call Yin Jiawei an uncle, but the person who was walking to the door frowned obviously when he heard this title.

She called his father and uncle, so wouldn't they be cousins?

"You call me Uncle Dad, Sakura calls you Mom, what do you want me to call you?"

Before Yin Jiawei could speak, Yin Jingyi had already spoken, and Zhuang Feiyang heard the displeasure coming from behind him, so he didn't bother to talk to him, and he didn't even want to give him a look.

Yin Jiawei still looked not salty, nodded his head, and didn't say good, nor did he say bad.

At this point, Zhuang Feiyang has completely understood that Yin Jingyi's temperament is like his father, lukewarm, salty, and indifferent, both for people and things.

Fortunately, her peach did not grow crooked.

"Mom called the wrong one. ”

Yin Mutao opened her eyes and looked at Zhuang Feiyang, very serious, "Grandpa is Dad's father, Mom shouldn't be called uncle, she should be called Dad." ”

She heard that Wenwen's mother called Wenwen's grandfather like this, and she had been to Wenwen's house.

"Oh, yes! Mom should be called Mom when she calls Grandma, not Auntie...... No, it doesn't seem right, and Dad didn't call Grandma Mom......

Yin Mutao was a little dizzy by the relationship between the characters, and didn't know how to end.

With his fingers, he counted them one by one, until Yin Jiawei spoke, "Taotao, come here, grandpa take a look!"

Yin Jiawei was lukewarm to Yin Jingyi and Zhuang Feiyang, but he was extremely fond of this little granddaughter, and there was a smile on his face that he didn't usually have.

"Grandpa!"

Yin Mutao obviously liked him too, so he jumped into his arms, and was hugged by Yin Jiawei, which made Yin Mutao giggle.

Zhuang Feiyang breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise if she had to explain, she was afraid that she would not be able to explain.

As soon as she raised her head, she saw Yin Jingyi looking at her, Zhuang Fei frowned, didn't speak, and went into the kitchen to help Chen Deying, but her hand was touched by Yin Jingyi.

She instinctively dodged, and Yin Jingyi had already withdrawn her hand.

"Come with me. ”

Yin Jingyi spoke, Zhuang Feiyang didn't want to pay attention to him, and heard her say again, "Show you something." ”

"Not interested. ”

"A photo of Momo when she was a child. ”

Yin Jingyi's words dispelled Zhuang Feiyang's idea of resisting.

She misses Taotao, she misses it so much, in a foreign country, alone, when she thought she was about to survive, it was Taotao who supported her.

She wondered if she had grown taller again, if she had become heavier again, if she had learned to call her mother, if she had learned to call her mother......

This is not the first time I have entered Yin Jingyi's bedroom, but it is the most apprehensive one. Fire Book Bar

Zhuang Feiyang followed his steps, he was in front, she was behind, and when he entered the door to look for something, she stood at the door.

"Won't you come in?"

He turned around, and she was still there.

Zhuang Feiyang hesitated for a moment, stepped in, and didn't see a smile on the corner of Yin Jingyi's mouth when he turned around.

"Here you go!"

Three very thick photo albums, Zhuang Feiyang held them heavily in his hand, and there was a photo on the cover.

In the countless lights, Tao Tao wore a red hat and a red sweater, looking white and tender, chubby, very innocent and cute.

Zhuang Feiyang smiled, the corners of his eyes were a little moist, "How old is she?"

"Two years old!"

Flipping through the photo album, Yin Mutao has been there since she was born, she doesn't know, why did he take a photo of the newborn Yin Mutao at that time?

Then came the Hundred Days Feast, and the folds of the baby had slowly grown, and no longer looked like a little old man as before, and the redness on his face receded, and he saw the whiteness and tenderness for the first time;

At the next eight months, her peach wore a red belly pocket, climbed on the carpet, and then ......

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, Zhuang Feiyang didn't know how to describe her mood at this moment, and there was an indescribable torrent echoing in her chest, impacting her limbs.

1 year old, 2 years old, 3 years old, 4 years old, 5 years old......

There was one almost every month, sometimes several, and she wasn't involved in her upbringing, but looking at these pictures, she knew that her children were growing up well......

Yin Jingyi looked at the woman with red eyes, his heart seemed to be grabbed by a sharp claw, and he frowned in pain, but he didn't move.

"It's ......"

Zhuang Feiyang looked at the photo, and his heart suddenly rose.

In the photo, the child's face is full of acne, red, on his neck, and on his body, densely packed, and it looks very shocking.

"She has chickenpox, itchy, she wants to scratch, I don't let her scratch, so I take pictures of her to coax her, saying that she wants to show her mother, and if she scratches it, she will become ugly, and her mother will not want her, so she obediently does not scratch. ”

"Sakura Sakura ......"

Zhuang Feiyang has had chickenpox, and knows the itchy feeling, her daughter has grown so big, there must have been a lot of times when she was sick, and she had never been by her side.

Guilt swept over her, almost drowning her.

"At the time, I didn't know she looked like this, but when I found out, she was covered all over her body, even on her face. ”

Yin Jingyi's voice was low, sounding very self-reproachful.

He is busy with work, even if he is careful, there are times when he can't manage it, and he doesn't want others to take Yin Mutao, he does everything himself.

Zhuang Feiyang himself was not with his daughter, and he couldn't say anything to blame.

Yin Jingyi is also a father for the first time, and his love for Yin Mutao, she knows better than anyone else, Sakura is sick, he must be more sad and anxious than anyone else.

When the words came to her lips, she only turned into a sentence, "Thank you." ”

From now on, she will always be by her side until she grows up, and she finds her to love her in their place.

Zhuang Feiyang sniffed, and reluctantly looked at those photos, but his waist was suddenly hugged.

"Sakura Sakura is very obedient and has always missed her mother, no matter what, as long as I move out of my mother, she will become obedient. ”

She is very sensible, so she never calls her mother indiscriminately, but it doesn't mean that she doesn't want her.

"I know!"

Zhuang Feiyang nodded, and was about to take his hand away, but he heard him say again, "I'm also very obedient, I miss you too, in the past six years, I rarely drink or smoke, and I never mess with flowers." ”