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Xiaoqing, who returned home, felt like she had lost three points of her soul, and her whole person was swaying and confused. I always felt that little Tintin was calling her in her ear, and her little head with pigtails was always dangling in front of her eyes.

Xiaoqing was so tired from crying that she couldn't cry anymore, and lay on the bed weakly.

Wang Silin has been sitting on the edge of Xiaoqing's bed, he doesn't know how to relieve the pain in his little granddaughter's heart, just silently accompany her to cry.

Seeing Xiaoqing fall asleep in a daze, Wang Silin groped his way into the kitchen with a cane.

In the kitchen, there are also bamboo shoots sent by Haiying two days ago, as well as some green chili peppers from her own field.

Wang Silin scooped up some rice for cooking, cut the peppers and bamboo shoots, and simply made a stir-fried bamboo shoot.

"Xiaoqing, get up and eat a little bit."

Wang Silin cooked the meal and came to the little green bed to call her.

"Grandpa, you can eat by yourself, I don't want to eat." Xiaoqing said weakly.

"Xiaoqing, grandpa knows that you are sad, but grandpa is even more sad when you are like this."

"Grandpa, my heart hurts, my heart hurts." Xiaoqing couldn't hide the bitterness in her heart, and she didn't want to see her grandfather sad because of her anymore, Xiao Ding Ding died, and her grandfather's heart would not be less sad than her.

"Grandpa, you eat first, I'll sleep for a while."

Wang Silin sat at the table alone, how could he eat? He felt that he was really a waste man and a burden, and he should have left a long time ago. Living like this dragged down the two children. If he hadn't wanted to wait for Xiaoqing to come back so that he could give her an explanation, he would have jumped into the reservoir at the foot of the mountain with Xiao Dingding.

Qiuqiu never left, and it squatted beside Xiaoqing's bed, silent. It knows the pain in Xiaoqing's heart, and it hopes that its company can alleviate the pain in Xiaoqing's heart.

When the sun was about to set, Xiaoqing finally got up. There is still a grandfather at home, she can't be so decadent. If you don't take good care of little Tintin, you can't let grandpa have another accident.

Qiuqiu got up, rubbed around Xiaoqing's feet affectionately, and set up two front legs for Xiaoqing to hold it.

"Ballball, ball." Xiaoqing held Qiuqiu in her arms and reached out to rub the white hair on its head.

Qiuqiu whined in his mouth and stuck out his tongue to lick Xiaoqing's hand.

Xiaoqing walked out of the door and saw his grandfather sitting alone at the eaves of the house, the afterglow of the setting sun shining on his old face, his white hair shining. The old man seemed so lonely and lonely.

"Grandpa, let's make dinner." Xiaoqing tried hard to hide her mood and squeezed out a smile at Wang Silin.

"Okay, let's make dinner." Wang Silin turned his head and saw Xiaoqing's smiling face like a flower in the sunset.

He knew that the child was bitter, and he didn't want to say anything, so he pretended to be relaxed and said: "Xiaoqing, there is still rice left at noon, let's make egg fried rice." Also, there is flour at home, and we make oil lumps. You're back, and grandpa is happy. If Grandpa had known that you were coming back today, he would have asked Liu Yishui to leave some pork. ”

"It's okay, grandpa, tomorrow I'll go to the street to sell you meat and buy you pork knuckle. I remember your favorite braised knuckle. ”

"Okay, it's still Xiaoqing's filial piety. We'll eat pork knuckle tomorrow. ”

The grandfather and grandson carefully maintained each other's state of mind, trying not to touch the pain in their hearts. After talking to her grandfather, Xiaoqing felt much better.

Xiaoqing took Qiuqiu to pick vegetables in her vegetable patch. Those vegetables were all planted by Xiaoqing before she went out to work.

The vegetables in the vegetable field are not as barren and continuous as Xiaoqing thought, and they are not the same. Peppers, eggplant, beans, bitter gourd...... They all grew vigorously, and the fruit was full of branches, and hung with vine trellises.

"Xiaoqing, come pick vegetables and make dinner. You see, the seven grandfathers in the vegetable field are taking care of it for you. "The vegetable field of the seven old men is next to Xiaoqing's house, and when he manages his own vegetable field, he also manages it for Xiaoqing by the way.

Xiaoqing looked at this hard-working and kind old man, and the bitterness in her heart was reduced a little.

"Thank you, Grandpa Seven."

"No thanks, Seventh Grandpa is also a incidental thing."

"Qiuqiu, ignore me when Sister Xiaoqing comes back, this guy is really." The seven old men looked at the ball that was inseparable from Xiaoqing and complained.

"Qiuqiu, go back. Grandpa was jealous. ”

Qiuqiu wagged his tail and ran to the side of the seven old men.

The grandfather and grandson cooked dinner together, and the family had a long-lost warmth.

Boiling rice, steaming eggplant, stir-frying green peppers, and a vegetarian dish will also make a lot of tricks.

Xiaoqing also fried the oil tuotuo. It is a kind of snack that people in Sichuan love to eat. Mix the flour into a paste, beat in the eggs, put the chopped green onions, peppercorn powder, add an appropriate amount of salt, stir quickly with chopsticks, and then put them in the oil pan one by one to fry.

The rapid stirring fills the batter with air, and the hot oil becomes fluffy and golden brown as soon as it is fried. It tastes crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.

Thinking of Xiao Dingding, the tears in Xiaoqing's eyes couldn't hold back again. Fortunately, the smoke rising from the oil pot covered her face, and Wang Silin couldn't see Xiaoqing's tearful face clearly, and he was still talking to her while adding firewood in front of the stove.

Xiaoqing is not like ordinary people who can't eat when they are sad, she will choose to eat seriously to relieve the pain in her heart.

At this dinner, Wang Silin also ate a lot, and ate quickly and violently.

"Grandpa, you eat slowly, if you think it's delicious, I'll often cook it for you later."

"Hey, I don't know how many times Grandpa will be able to eat your cooking." There was an inseparable look in Wang Silin's eyes.

"Grandpa, why do you talk like that? I'll take my grandfather with me wherever I go in the future, and I'll cook you whatever your grandfather wants. ”

"Okay, it's grandpa's good granddaughter." Wang Silin lowered his head, and a big tear fell into his rice bowl.

"Xiaoqing, this is the four hundred and sixty yuan that Xiao Ding Ding praised for selling cockfights, and now that you are back, I will give it to you." The topic still inevitably mentioned Little Tintin.

Xiaoqing finished cleaning up the housework and sat in front of the bed, Wang Silin walked in with a large handful of fragmentary banknotes.

"Hey, little Tintin is a good boy, but it's a pity that God doesn't have long eyes."

Xiao Qing sorted out the scattered banknotes, thinking that Xiao Ding Ding was looking for a cockfighting in the mountains early in the morning. This little guy is really capable.

"Grandpa, didn't you say that when people die, they become stars in the sky? You say, did little Tintin also become a star? ”

"Yes, such a good child as Little Tintin, it must be the brightest star in the sky."

The grandfather and grandson looked up at the window, and in the blue night sky, the stars and the moon were shining brightly. Which star is the one that little Tintin has changed? Does she know that her sister and grandfather miss her so much at this time?

Xiaoqing cleaned up Xiao Dingding's relics in the room, and Wang Silin sat on the edge of the bed and watched her every move.

Xiaoqing put away Xiao Dingding's clothes, pants and skirt and folded them. It took her a long time to realize that little Ding Ding was no longer needed. Those clothes were worn on little Tintin's body, and she was like a beautiful butterfly, but unfortunately the butterfly had flown away, and only these beautiful clothes remained, like scattered wings.

At the desk shared by the sisters, Xiaoqing found a picture book. Gently opened, the immature paintings of Little Tintin appeared in front of him.

On the first page of the picture book, Xiao Ding Ding wrote a few words "Sister's wedding dress", and she still remembered the story of Ma Liang, the magic pen told by Xiaoqing, and remembered to give her sister a beautiful wedding dress.

Each page is a girl in a different wedding dress, full of little girl's desire and fantasy for beauty. Yes, what girl doesn't have a wedding complex, what girl doesn't want to be a beautiful bride!

Xiaoqing's eyes moistened again.

Little Tintin, my beloved sister, your blessing sister has been received. The day my sister puts on her wedding dress, she must be the most beautiful bride in the world.

Xiaoqing fell asleep with little Tintin's picture book on her pillow. In the dream, she and little Tintin both wore beautiful wedding dresses.

"Grandpa, get up for breakfast." Xiaoqing made breakfast and gently pushed open Wang Silin's door.

There was a big smell of pesticides in Wang Silin's room, and he had been lying on the bed neatly dressed and dead for a long time.

"Grandpa, grandpa." Xiaoqing cried and screamed, feeling that the sky had fallen.