When I woke up the next day, it was already dawn.

She was shocked at first, because her grandmother was still sleeping, but she seemed to be sleeping a little □□unstable. Looking at the alarm clock again, it turned out that it was still early, but she was not sleepy anymore. Ruan Wan then got up cautiously, and after tiptoeing out of the room, she only felt that it seemed to be extremely cold today, and after washing and changing her clothes, she opened the curtains, and found that it was raining unsurprisingly.

In her last life, she had heard a sentence - he was like spring in the cold night in the north, you wore short sleeves in the sun in the south, and I froze like a dog in the rain in the middle. Well, she unfortunately lives in the "Middle", and although she is nominally called "South", she is not at all comparable to the North and the real South, which are illuminated by the great heat.

She shuddered, tightened her clothes, and realized sadly: I miss the radiator.

It's a pity that it's useless to think about it.

So, let's think about what we can do now.

It's been the fifth day since she came back, and this fantastic experience has brought a huge burden to her small body, which can be described as thin, so she has been in a half-conscious and trance state until today, and it's no wonder that grandma is so worried. But this morning, she was in good spirits, so good that if it wasn't raining, she would have wanted to go out for a few laps - full of excitement.

Energetic, Ruan Wan walked into the kitchen, and after a little search, decided to cook a porridge. Without adding any other ingredients, it is pure white rice porridge. In her previous life, she was pampered by her grandmother until she was fifteen years old, and "the four bodies are not diligent, and the five grains are not separated" is her endorsement. Not to mention cooking, the dishes have not been washed once.

But now, at least home-cooked food is absolutely no problem for her, which she learned in her previous life - in order to please her mother, she deliberately learned it. It's a pity that there is no use, people's feelings are complicated and complex, and simple and simple. Does Mom love her? That must be love. But mom loves Joe more than her sister. So no matter how much effort she puts into it, it's all in vain. So, instead of doing these useless jobs again, it is better to treat these people who love her the most, such as grandmother, such as ......

Ruan Wan bent the corners of her mouth, and made up the picture of cooking porridge for him one day in the future, and suddenly she was a little happy. Shy? Not really. I did too many brain-dead things in my previous life, and I said too many shameless words, so let's fuck this thing at the lower limit, once you lose it, you can't pick it up.

Making a bowl of white rice porridge is not simple, grandma is old and likes to eat soft and glutinous, so Ruan Wan lit a small stove, and soaked the rice for half an hour after exhausting it. Thirty minutes was just enough time for her to wash the clothes of the two of them. In winter, there are few clothes, at most towels and socks.

After drying, she walked back to the kitchen to find the casserole. Small towns also have the benefits of small towns, at least small stoves like this porridge and casseroles made in kilns, which are more difficult to buy in big cities. Not to mention, the water quality here is also exceptionally good, even if you drink cold water that is not hot, you don't have to worry about bad stomach at all. Pouring two-thirds of the water, after boiling, the rice turned to a high heat, and seeing that the water boiled again, she picked up a spoon and scooped a little of the freshly squeezed rapeseed oil from this year into the casserole. After stirring it well, she covered the casserole, picked up the tongs again to reduce the fire, and glanced at the watch in her hand—now she had twenty minutes or so to spare.

The watch she was wearing was not an ordinary electronic watch, nor was it an old watch left by her elders, but a very delicate and beautiful women's watch. This is what her mother brought to her when she came back last time, and she has always cherished it in her previous life, but unfortunately in the third year of junior high school, she was dropped out of a fine line by a friend who borrowed it to see. For this reason, she directly broke off friendship with that friend, and called her mother to cry for a long time.

Speaking of which, this watch is indeed worth a lot of money, but it was actually brought to her niece by Qiao's aunt from abroad, and Qiao's wish was not troublesome, so her mother brought it to her. She didn't know about it later, and she still put her watch in front of Qiao's wishes, but fortunately, her half-sister is a kind person, and she never debunked this matter, and she just pretended to be envious with her unskilled acting skills, which was also difficult for her.

Ruan Wan shook her head, thinking about it now, she was really ridiculous at that time.

With an inexplicable feeling, she walked out of the kitchen, walked all the way to the porch outside the main house, and picked up an umbrella leaning on there - today's town, every qiē still has a bit of antique taste. For example, my grandmother's room is separated from the main house to the door by a small yard. On both sides of the bluestone road, it was well organized by my grandmother. Growing vegetables on one side, trees and flowers on the other side, enjoying the scenery and eating and drinking are not wrong, and it is also "all-round".

And the umbrella she was holding in her hand was really a genuine oil-paper umbrella, which was given to her by Grandpa Wang next door in the autumn. Grandpa Wang's family has been umbrella makers for generations, and when the business was at its best, most of the people in the town used umbrellas made by his family. It's a pity that in Grandpa Wang's generation, his children and grandchildren are unwilling to engage in this job anymore, and he has the intention to pass on this craft, but he can't receive apprentices. So he can only close Zhang Daji and enjoy the blessings of his children and grandchildren. But in the end, I can't be idle, so I make a few umbrellas every now and then and give them to acquaintances.

Ruan Wan opened the umbrella, Grandpa Wang's craftsmanship didn't have to say, the umbrella handle and umbrella bones felt very warm to the touch, and the white umbrella surface was painted with cloves. Originally, the lilacs on the umbrella were all light purple, and there were not so many of them - if she walked out in a cheongsam with it, she would definitely be able to become a ready-made "rain lane girl". It's a pity that my grandmother doesn't like it, and thinks that the little girl is miserable and unsightly to play such an umbrella, so she dragged Grandpa Wang to add a bunch of cloves on the umbrella surface, white ones, yellow ones, light purple ones, purple ones, and blue and purple ones. It looks like it's not to mention how lush and festive, but also thanks to Grandpa Wang's good painting, otherwise this umbrella surface is estimated to be unseeable.

Rao is like this, Grandpa Wang still said very aggrievedly: "Don't tell people that I made this umbrella!"

Grandma didn't reply when she heard this, but just looked at him with a smile.

Grandpa Wang shrank silently, and said that when Ruan Wan's birthday came, he would give her a more beautiful ...... A more festive umbrella celebration.

Thinking of this, Ruan Wan was stunned, Grandpa Wang's attitude towards her grandmother was resolute, as if he was "serving the Great Demon King"! Why didn't she notice this before? Tsk, it was really too tender.

Coincidentally, when she walked out, Grandpa Wang next door also happened to open the main gate - in the countryside, the gate is open during the day, so that neighbors and friends can come to visit the door. Even if you go out temporarily, it will not be closed, so it is convenient for people to wait at home. So if anyone comes to the door and finds it closed, they don't have to knock, because the owner is definitely not at home.

"Xiaowan, why did you go out so early?

"Grandpa Wang is early, grandma is still sleeping, I'll go buy some Xu Ji buns. Ruan Wan stopped and replied politely. Although she was a bear at her age, she had a sweet mouth, so the neighbors still liked her very much.

"Early, early. Help grandma buy buns? Grandpa Wang squinted with a smile, "I remember that your grandmother liked Xu Ji's buns the most, she liked tofu filling when she was young, and now she likes bean paste filling." ”

Ruan Wan also smiled.

My grandmother is getting older, but she is more and more fond of sweets. However, Xu Ji's bean paste stuffed buns are sweet but not greasy, and she likes them too. After a few more greetings with Grandpa Wang, she continued to walk forward in the misty drizzle with an umbrella. It is only in this area that there is still such a dense rain in winter. It's cold, and it's lingering.

Xu Ji steamed buns, like Wang's umbrella, are time-honored brands in the town, with large buns, thin skin and many fillings, and the taste is even better. The daily business can be described as "like a cloud". Fortunately, Ruan Wan arrived early, so she didn't have to queue. The aunt of the Xu family praised her again, and gave her three more steamed buns. It was nice that dinner was also available.

When I went back, the rain gradually subsided. By the time I got home, it had completely stopped.

Ruan Wan put away the umbrella and only shook it a few times, and the umbrella surface was almost dry. She walked into Grandpa Wang's house with the bun in her arms and found him sitting under the porch continuing to process the bamboo that could never be finished. It is said that "serious men are the most handsome", and serious grandfathers are also like this. She didn't make any noise, so as not to hurt Grandpa Wang accidentally cut her hand, so she stood quietly, anyway......

"It smells so good. Grandpa Wang really sniffed the smell and raised his head, and found that the beautiful little girl next door who watched her grow up was standing in front of him and gnawing on the big meat bun. He immediately laughed, "Okay, you Xiaowan, deliberately came to covet your grandfather Wang, you are really more and more like your grandmother." ”

Ruan Wan: "...... "Grandma, what have you done?"

But she's not really here to gluttony the old man, but to -

"Grandpa Wang, you give me an umbrella, and I invite you to eat steamed buns. ”

Looking at the world with mature eyes, what I didn't notice in the past can now be seen clearly. When she said that she was going to help her grandmother buy steamed buns, Grandpa Wang was clearly envious, in fact, it was no wonder that he was Uncle Wang's son, who was still working in the field, and came back several times a year, and each time he stayed for too long. The old man lives alone, and even if he has many friends, he is lonely in his heart. She clearly remembered that the year after her grandmother died, Grandpa Wang passed away. At the time of his death, he was alone at home, and his body was not found until the next day by his old friends who came to visit him. Uncle Wang, who hurried back, knelt on the ground crying and cried, knocking head after head, blood flowing all over the ground.

Then, Ruan Wan was speechless to find that Grandpa Wang was actually nervous, and after standing up, he rubbed his hands on the apron on his body a few times, before reaching out to pick up the bag of buns, and grinning by the way, not to mention how happy he was, with a look of "I didn't hurt your child in vain".

Ruan Wan was worried about the porridge that was still boiling on the stove, and after chatting with Grandpa Wang for a while, she went out. As soon as she crossed the threshold, she saw the sun. In the early morning, it is not warm enough, but it is never dazzling, sprinkling a soft light, which makes people's hearts iron.

So she stepped into the house by the daylight, and smelled the porridge from afar. Ruan Wan was stunned, and hurriedly walked towards the kitchen, and saw her grandmother standing by the stove from a distance, pinching the porcelain spoon and stirring the pot of white rice porridge unhurriedly.

The smoke was billowing and the smell was overflowing, and Grandma turned her head and smiled at her.

She had such a dream, after her grandmother died.

Ruan Wan unconsciously stopped, standing in place in a daze, and suddenly felt like she was dreaming. I didn't dare to speak or move, for fear that if I wasn't careful, I would ruin this beautiful dream.

But......

"Xiaowan, what are you doing in a daze? Come here. ”

“…… Hmmm!"

Ruan Wan finally came back to her senses, and a bright smile appeared on her face.

She shook off her caution and strode towards where her grandmother was—it was good, not a dream.