The setting sun brings a chill to the hot red summer.

In an antique courtyard, it is busy at this time, and people come and go.

"The fever is gone, but this little face is white. Luo Qianqian touched the little man who was lying on the bed, her eyes closed, and she was sleeping. "Why are you still stunned, and ask the old man if he has come back!" she turned her head, and then shouted in a worried voice.

Jing Ruomu walked around the room with his hands behind his back, looking at his pale little nephew on the bed from time to time, and said with a sad look on his face: "Let people watch at the intersection." ”

"My little grandson~" Before anyone arrived, the sound came first.

I saw a gray-haired old woman, roaring with lightning speed. rushed to the bed, took Rong Wuyi's white and tender little hand, trembled his lips, and said with a long sigh: "Xiao Jiu'er, my little Jiujiu, open your eyes and look at grandma~"

Luo Qianqian looked at the scene in front of her and glared at Jing Ruomu secretly. Who told you to sue the old lady?

Jing Ruomu was wronged, with an anxious look on his face, and he was just about to explain-

bang

There was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground in the courtyard.

Then, a gust of wind blew, accompanied by a worried voice and roared loudly: "Xiao Jiu'er, my little Jiujiu, open your eyes and look at your uncle~"

The same words, the same intonation, all the same!

Well, the two most troublesome ancestors have arrived. Jing Ruomu and his wife glanced at each other and shrugged silently. Resign yourself to fate, old man, come back soon. If it's too late, the house will be demolished.

Hmm, it's noisy. Rong Wuyi frowned and opened his eyes, struggling to get up. Just woke up with a little dull eyes, so cute that a group of people who have been paying attention to him don't want to.

"Xiao Jiu, my good grandson. Mrs. Jing woke up when she saw Rong Wuyi, and asked with joy on her face: "Are you hungry?

Rong Wuyi heard the familiar name, and the voice that was already blurred in the depths of his memory. Hurriedly raised his head, and looked at the kind and caring old lady in front of him without blinking.

She wore an indigo dark brocade, her gray hair was meticulously and neatly combed with a chic headband, her face was wrinkled, and her eyebrows and eyes were peaceful.

"...... Grandma ...... "At this moment, Rong Wuyi couldn't restrain his feelings anymore and threw himself into the old lady's arms. Tears were pouring down.

Rong Mofan looked back suspiciously at the couple who were still looking at each other, and then at Rong Wuyi, who was crying heartbreakingly. Suspiciously, he asked, "Did your Jing family secretly abuse my little Jiu'er?"

"How is this possible!" Jing Ruomu and Luo Qianqian replied firmly in unison.

Is this a possible thing? Spicy and cute, spicy and white and tender Xiao Jiu'er. said that he was fighting for favor, no, fighting wits and courage, that was there. As for abuse, how is it possible!

When Rong Wuyi was about to get out of control, in fact, countless thoughts had already flashed through his heart and calmed down. But he couldn't control his physiology, so he had to throw himself into the old lady's arms and cover his little face. Organize all the feelings.

He withdrew from Mrs. Jing's embrace, and said shyly in a soft and glutinous voice, "I want to eat glutinous rice balls." ”

"Good, good. Mrs. Jing touched his head lovingly. Do it, do it, my little Jiu'er will do whatever she wants to eat. "Grandma, I'll do it for you!"

After Mrs. Jing left, Rong Xianfan hurriedly came up. With a hesitant look, he said cautiously: "Xiao Jiu'er, do you remember your uncle?"

Rong Wuyi leaned his little head, and his clear eyes looked at the tall and half-squatting young man. "Uncle!" pouted, stretched out his little hand, and coquettishly wanted to hug him.

Rong Xian was stiff and hugged Rong Wujiao.

The sun was slanting in the west, softly shining through the window on the people who were embracing each other. It has formed a picture of peace and harmony in the present world.