Sakurajo, Chinese New Year's Eve, heavy snow.

Ning Xi'er and Meow Meow were lying in front of the window looking at the snowflakes flying outside, and Meow Meow pulled Ning Xi'er's sleeve, "Sister, why hasn't my brother come back yet?" ”

"He said he'll be back today, so wait......"

Ning Xi'er didn't have much confidence in what he said.

She didn't expect that Ji Yebai would leave almost no news.

These days, I only called her twice, and each time I hung up in less than two minutes, and I could hear that he was very busy.

The Ji family hid it very well, everyone didn't know about Ji Yemo's car accident, but Ning Xi'er was getting more and more worried......

Although Ji Yebai did not say it explicitly, Ji Yemo's situation was ...... It doesn't seem to be very optimistic......

"Xixi, meow, grandpa is going to write Spring Festival couplets! Come here, you two! Mother Ji shouted, and Ning Xi'er hurriedly pulled Meow over.

The Spring Festival couplets of the Ji family are written by Grandpa Ji himself every year.

His calligraphy attainments are extremely high, and the simple Spring Festival couplets written by the dragon and the phoenix dance are strong and powerful.

Ning Xi'er obediently grinded for Grandpa Ji, and Meow Meow tapped some ink with her fingers, looking at it curiously.

The hearts of the two cute people, one big and one small, are happy.

After writing the Spring Festival couplets, everyone was busy pasting them, but Ning Xi'er was not interested, and stood in place without moving.

Grandpa Ji asked with a smile, "Little Xi'er, why are you unhappy, is that stinky boy in Yebai bullying you?" ”

"No......" Ning Xi'er shook her head and bit her lip, "I just can't calm down......"

"Silly girl." Grandpa Ji sighed, "Grandpa knows, you want to be white at night." ”

Just like him, I miss Grandma Ji.

He was moved by the feeling, took a brush and brushed a few lines of words, and after a while, he returned to his room on crutches.

After the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, the Ji family all gathered around the living room to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

Ning Xi'er couldn't look at it at all, her eyes couldn't stop looking at the door, but she still didn't expect the tall and handsome figure.

She lowered her eyelashes lonely, her mood became more and more depressed, and when Ji's mother saw this, she thought about finding something for her to do, "Xixi, you go and tidy up the study." ”

Ning Xi'er went to the study according to her words, and when she was sorting out things, she found that Grandpa Ji had written a poem.

She said "huh", didn't take it seriously, and went downstairs after packing her things.

Passing by Grandpa Ji's door, she paused.

In Grandpa Ji's room, there was a suppressed low cry.

"Ah Huan...... How can you bear to leave me alone...... Ah Huan, Ah Huan, Ah ......"

Ah Huan is Grandma Ji's name.

Ning Xi'er suddenly understood why Grandpa Ji wrote Su Shi's poem-

Grandma Ji died when she was very young, and I don't know how many decades it has been since then.

Ning Xi'er's eyes were moist.

Grandpa Ji should love Grandma Ji very much, right?

That's why in her absence, I still miss her year after year.

She waited for Ji Ye to be white for the past few days, so what kind of mood would Grandpa Ji be waiting for a person who was destined to not return in this life?

On the roof of the building, there was the noise of the airplane's propellers, interrupting Ning Xi'er's thoughts.

She was stunned for a few seconds, as if she realized something, and ran desperately out—