In this way, she is relieved. [No pop-ups. 】

I remember that the little girl used to like to sit in front of the door and peel beans with her and listen to her stories.

Now that I think about it, I have tears in my eyes.

It's really emotional.

It's a pity that the little girl is in a hurry, otherwise she really wants to chat with her.

"Good time, next time you come to Rongcheng to stay a few more days, grandma misses you very much." Grandma Chen said as she walked.

"Okay, Grandma Chen, I'll help you peel the beans next time you come." Ye Jiaqi stood at the door.

Grandma Chen's house is still the same, her son and daughter are outside, and she lives in an old man's house very desolately.

"Next time I bring a baby, I will bring a handsome husband." Grandma Chen laughed, "The family is here." ”

"Okay." Ye Jiaqi agreed with a smile.

Grandma Chen flipped through it at home, and kept muttering: "Where did you put it, I'm old, and my memory is not good." Your mom's notebook is beautiful, with a few photos in it, and when you were a kid. ”

"I took a lot of pictures when I was a kid, but they all looked gone." Ye Jiaqi sighed.

"Yes, it is estimated that it was thrown away by He Dangui."

Grandma Chen went to rummage through the box again.

After looking for a while, I finally found Yun Xiao's things at the bottom of the box.

"Oops, I finally found it, it's okay, it's okay, it wasn't thrown away by my son. He always said that I miss the old, and I am reluctant to throw it away, and I am reluctant to throw it away. Grandma Chen happily walked over with a notebook, "Girl, your mother's things are for you, you can count them back, it's really good." ”

Ye Jiaqi bowed his head and took it.

It's a yellowed notebook.

On the cover is a fresh print, which has been around for a long time.

She had seen this notebook, and it used to be kept with her mother's easel and brush.

Ye Jiaqi opened it, the paper was all yellowed, and the pen handwriting was blurred, and he could barely distinguish some words.

I didn't write much, and most of it was still blank pages.

Sure enough, there were a few photos in the notebook, including a black-and-white ID photo of her mother, and a photo taken when she was five or six years old.

Memories flood in.

Ye Jiaqi's face was an expression that could not be calm, like a surge.

Her mother is really beautiful, with a melon seed face, willow eyebrows, and two shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth when she laughs.

"Good period, you and Yunxiao really look alike, now look at the photos, it's more alike." Grandma Chen sighed with emotion, "Take the notebook away, I didn't leave anything more for you." ”

"Thank you, Grandma Chen." Ye Jiaqi thanked her very much.

There is also a notebook that can give her a place of thoughts.

She remembers that there used to be a thick photo album at home, which was full of photos, many, many.

Unfortunately, the album is gone.

If only the album were still there.

"No thanks, it's yours."

"Grandma Chen, thank you, and I'll see you next time. I have to go first, thank you. Ye Jiaqi kept thanking him.

"The little girl is too polite, if you're in a hurry, I won't keep you." Grandma Chen was quite reluctant.

Fifteen years later, I didn't expect to see Ye Jiaqi again.

If Yun Xiao was alive, she would definitely not let Ye Jiaqi wander outside.

It is said that the stepmother is ruthless, and sure enough.

Ye Jiaqi's stepmother is still a very hot woman like He Dangui.

Ye Jiaqi waved goodbye to Grandma Chen again, she opened her umbrella and walked into the rain.

Outside, a drizzle fell and fell on her umbrella.

When the wind blew, the fine rain was cool, and she hugged her arms slightly.