"Because of the unavoidable hardships, and at that time, my grandmother didn't care about these things at all, and it didn't matter who lived in. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" In the words of her grandmother, Die'er smelled a strong sadness and loneliness, and that helplessness seemed insignificant in these two emotions.

"Grandma, don't be afraid. There are butterflies, and little green, and parents are all by grandma's side. Why don't you stay with us? It's a little hard now, but we're going to get better and better. Die'er thought that it was better to suffer than to be angry, but the joy came quickly.

"Hehehe, what kind of children, they are all raising children to prevent old age, how can there be a generation to support the elderly?" In fact, grandma is very uncomfortable, right? Butterfly thought to herself.

"What are you afraid of? We are all your children and grandchildren, and everyone is the same for the elderly! In fact, Die'er likes to be with her grandmother, and there is a lot of knowledge that Die'er doesn't understand. Grandma, can you just stay with us? Die'er began to play coquettish tactics again.

Mao's heart is not moved is fake, persisting for so many years, it is nothing more than unwillingness, and even a trace of expectation, even if it is only one in ten million, for mothers, that is all the motivation to live.

I thought that my heart was already as strong as a fortress, but the soft person in my arms repeatedly crashed into the softness of my heart. Perhaps, God saw that he insisted too hard, so he sent such a baby to comfort me, a half-wife? Mao couldn't hold back the pain in his heart anymore, and his heart leaked a hole, and the cold wind was whirring, and he could only draw a little warmth from the person in his arms.

Feeling that her forehead was wet, Die'er realized that her grandmother was crying, and she was in a hurry for a while.

"Silly girl, grandma is happy. When my grandmother's son left, he was a little older than you, and he was also so well-behaved and intelligent. Mao pulled out the handkerchief under his pillow and wiped his tears. Butterfly smelled the familiar fragrance of lotus again.

"Do you have a son? Does that grandma have two children? "Die'er has always felt that grandma is a person with a story.

"No, Grandma only has one son, and this daughter was born to my husband's concubine. In that war-torn era, we were separated, and your grandmother's mother died of illness on the way, so the two of us came here with our lives, bought this property, and lived. Although Mao told this story lightly, Shui Die'er knew that the truth was far from being so bland.

Seeing that Mao was so sad, Die'er didn't dare to ask too deeply, for those who have experienced it, time will not really take away these pains, and every time they flip is a pain of flesh and blood.

"Grandma, the soup is almost cold, drink it quickly." Shui Die'er hopes to divert her attention and pull back Mao's lost thought.

"Okay, grandma wants to drink the soup well, get better quickly, and check Die'er's homework, see if there is a wood and a lazy recently~~" Mao cleaned up his mood and picked up the bowl.

"Xiaolu and I are very well-behaved, practicing calligraphy and meditating every day, as well as reading books. By the way, grandma, your handkerchief is so fragrant, is it a perfume? Mao was amused by Shu Die'er's leaping thoughts.

"That's good, Butterfly and Midori are both smart kids. It's not perfume, why did Butterfly suddenly ask about this, did Butterfly also start to love beauty and powder? Hahaha~~~" Mao's music is not good.

"No, I've been studying how to make money recently~~ so that my grandmother can enjoy it." The water butterfly plunged into her arms and said coquettishly.

"In this way, this is grandma's homemade incense, usually on the handkerchief to smoke some, this is a habit I developed as a girl before, most of my life, I don't want to change." After speaking, he pointed to the large cabinet at the head of the bed and instructed Die'er to open it, there was a secret compartment inside, and after opening, there were several delicate porcelain bottles.

"Bring the porcelain vase with the blue and white of the turquoise transparent Linglong and the blue and white of the green orchid. Yes, and the sleeve stove next to it. Mao commanded.

"What a delicate object~~" Shui Butterfly sighed.

"This is what I brought out when I fled, and that's all there is left, and it's a thought to keep it. This is called a sleeve stove, and it is usually used for lavender and hand baking. Mao stroked the small oven, infinitely sentimental.

"Wow~~ Grandma used to be a lady, was it a businessman, or a scholarly family? Well, I think it's more like a scholarly family, this insight, how can this literary talent be available to ordinary people? Butterfly shook her head and guessed there.

"You hell girl, you guessed pretty accurately. Grandma's father, grandfather and even grandparents were all scholars. The family style is very strict, so I have to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since I was a child. And my father was even more strict, if he didn't meet his requirements, he would beat his hand with a ring ruler, I was naughty at that time, so I was often beaten. Mao smiled.

This must be a good memory in my grandmother's heart, when I tell it, my eyes are shining, even if I am beaten, it is unforgettable, right? Butterfly thought to herself.

"Wow~~ Your father is so strict? It's still good to be grandma, and she never punishes me, hehe. Butterfly said with a hippie smile.

"That's because you're smart, and my grandmother didn't have the same talent as you when she was a child. When I first learned calligraphy, my hands were swollen, and they were still crooked, and I wanted to eat them all when I was angry. When you think about being a girl, no matter how hard you work, you are always happy. Die'er was much more powerful than my grandmother back then, and I was only five years old when I was detained by my father in the study to practice calligraphy. When you are just over a year old, you will like to grasp the brush and practice calligraphy decently. Mao said.

"Hehe, this is all taught by grandma~~ So, grandma, you should live with us. They also taught me how to make incense, play the piano, paint, and so many other things to do. The more he counted his fingers, the happier Mao's smile became.

"You greedy fellow, you want to learn everything? It's very hard~~" Mao was vaccinated.

"Grandma is not afraid of hard work, and Butterfly is not afraid of hard work." After that, he began to shake again, rubbing, like a small pet, and he didn't stop until he reached his goal.

"Okay, as long as you convince your grandfather to let me live with you, I'll go." Mao finally compromised, and Shui Butterfly jumped up and down on the bed excitedly.

"Be careful, if you fall, don't cry your nose~~" Mao smiled dotingly.

Climb out of bed with both hands and feet, and tell my mother about this, and find a way to outwit it. It should be easy to say that the old man who moves the water should release people, and he tolerated Mao's in every way before, one is because the family still needs someone to help with the work, and the other is because he is worried about Mao's property. Now that he is sick in bed, he must have someone to serve him in addition to spending money, and he definitely does not want to. If you want to leave, you won't let go easily if you don't scavenge some oil and water. How to make him choose between the advantages and disadvantages, the weight of the two benefits, and the lesser of the two evils. This is also one of the negotiation skills, Shui Die'er pondered in her heart.