In her previous life, her grandmother told her that the fifth uncle and five aunts regarded her as their own daughter, she was afraid of the fifth uncle, how dare she get close to him, seeing that he was already bold and boundless when she didn't hide, she smiled at him back, and he was so happy that he couldn't find the north. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info grandma said that this matter was told to her by the fifth aunt herself, Lan Tian didn't remember this at all, when did she smile at the fifth uncle, but she always remembered this in her heart.

It worked very well.

"Well, I asked grandpa, grandma can learn, grandpa said grandma can't learn, I have a fairy fate in our village, and no one else has it. As soon as I saw that my grandmother couldn't learn, I said that I wouldn't learn either, and my grandfather scolded me, saying that I was ignorant, and that I had learned the fairy law, and that I could treat my grandmother after learning well. ”

This thing is too unbelievable to accept it for a while. Rural people believe in superstition is good, after all, no one has seen ghosts and gods, there is a little bit of reverence, how afraid it is not necessarily, the blue sky has a nose and eyes, as if it has really seen, what virtue is clear to their children, honest and well-behaved, never lie, why they don't believe it.

As a human being in two lives, the first time he lied, he still lied to his relatives, and Lan Tian's heart was very empty, for fear that they would see it and deliberately pretend to be ignorant. The more she showed her ignorance, the less suspicious her grandmother became. Grandma Sun was still a little suspicious of her granddaughter's lying, but it was not good to suspect her like this.

Of course, she also knows that the image she created before is too good, in the eyes of her grandmother, she is a good child, a good child, sincere and obedient and never says big things, which is why they believe her words.

"Your grandfather said that you will be in good health after studying and will never get sick again?" After thinking about it, Grandma Sun asked again, it won't be what she thinks, right?

"Well, that's what Grandpa said." The grandparents and grandchildren have been together for many years, and they have a certain tacit understanding, Lan Tian knew what her grandmother meant, and nodded seriously, which is what she thought.

"If you really study hard, we can know this matter in our own hearts, and don't tell people everywhere."

"Grandma, I know, grandpa also said, he gave grandma a blessing, you can bless grandma with a long life, and after grandma is 100 years old, grandpa will come to pick you up." In her previous life, her grandmother waited for her to get married for more than a year, but a minor illness left, mainly because she was afraid that her illness would drag down Lan Tian, and she gave up the consciousness of life.

In this world, Lan Tian plans to wait for her to cultivate, and use the aura to recuperate her grandmother's body, not to mention a hundred years old, it is possible to be more than a hundred years old.

"What did your grandfather say? Come pick me up? Grandma Sun didn't care how long she lived, but cared about the old man coming to pick her up, her face bloomed with a smile, and she muttered, "Dead old man, he won't let people live in peace when he leaves, and he won't come to pick me up when the time comes, see how I clean him up." ”

Lan Tian just laughed and didn't respond, she liked to see her grandmother's angry appearance, "Grandpa still has something to say, I'll tell my uncle and aunt." ”

Mo Yuanle and Zhao Li glanced at each other, feeling strange and turned their heads to look at her, "What does your grandfather have to say to your uncle?" ”

"Grandpa said that it will rain heavily in the past few days, very heavy rain, saying that the house of my uncle and aunt is too old, and it will be washed down by the rain and hit people, so let my uncle and aunt come to live in our house." In the previous life, there was indeed a heavy rainstorm in August, and several old houses in the village collapsed. The two households smashed people, and the beam of the mountain in the room where the fifth uncle slept fell down, and smashed the body of the fifth aunt, and the waist and two legs were broken, and it took two years to lay in bed to be raised, and the legs were lame when they fell to the ground, and the waist could not be straightened.

I don't know exactly when the blue sky is, but while the attention of the three of them is focused on her business, they pinch their fingers and calculate, it will start to rain tomorrow. The three of them looked up and saw that the sun was shining overhead, which looked like rain. The three of them didn't know whether to believe her words or not, but they could see what Lan Tian said like that.

I'm afraid that it won't be convincing, so the blue sky has a gravity bomb, "Grandpa said, it will rain tomorrow." "Whether they believe it or not, tomorrow will tell.

Outside the courtyard, they came to call Lan Tian to play together, and in order to show that he was a normal child, Lan Tian was sad to join the stone team under the eager eyes of his grandmother and aunt. Before Lan Tian could refuse, her grandmother waved her out to play.

Outside, the stones were carrying buckets, the iron army was resisting fishing nets, and the peach blossoms were carrying small baskets and small hoes. Lan Tian thought about it, asked them to wait for her, and ran to rummage through the miscellaneous items in the west. The last time she came in with her grandmother, she saw that there were fishing nets here, and when she found them, she went to the stove house to carry a small wooden barrel, and a group of people went towards the river outside the village.

There is a big camphor tree in the yard, some years old, the trunk is so thick that two people want to hug each other, and the branches are luxuriant, like an open huge umbrella, covering two-thirds of the yard. In the layers of branches and leaves, the verdant camphor fruits are faintly emerging, and the faint fragrance of camphor wafts in the wind.