The sound of Suosuo arched into her ears, and Jiang He hugged her tighter, as if he was afraid that the wind would blow her away.

His arms are warm, but she doesn't covet. I only hugged it for a short moment and then pushed it away. She wiped away her tears and said to him with a smile, "Let's go back." You have to talk to them well and don't make them angry. The grandparents are not in good health and can't stand the stimulation. ”

Jiang He looked at the smile on her face, and did not veto her pleading, and answered her words, "Okay." ”

"Jianghe, you can't make bold mistakes because you are young, willfulness is not a good word. I'm talking about the treatment of loved ones. Cherish it. She said in a calm voice.

Maybe it was because Fang was moved by family affection, so she spoke for them.

"Okay." He responded.

Walking through the alley, Wang Menglai stood there waiting for him. Jiang He returned home under her gaze.

Grandma Wang was cooking in the kitchen, smoke rising from the cooking.

He stood in the yard, turned his head to look at the busy figure in the kitchen, he wanted to speak, Grandma Wang first smiled kindly and said, "Go back and do your homework, the meal will be fine for a while." I made your favorite braised pork. ”

The face was not crying, its eyes were blank, and it was smiling hard at him. She didn't mention the previous quarrel, but she still cared for him.

Jiang He was about to go upstairs, but she didn't take a few steps, she still couldn't help but come out to speak for Cheng Dali, she sighed, "Your grandfather, he didn't mean it." Jianghe, we were wrong about this. I'll call your mom to pick you up tomorrow. ”

"No, that's right." He hurriedly vetoed, "Grandma, I'm too impulsive." It's okay. I'll change. ”

"We are all wrong, and we all change."

She shook her head and said slowly.

Kind eyes surrounded him, and forgave him for all his mistakes.

Jiang He looked out the door and nodded stiffly.

"Your grandfather is asleep, if you don't want to do your homework, go to the dream to talk, and untie all the knots in your heart, it's always bad to have a misunderstanding, you can understand it. Because we are two old people, she can let you make any mistake you make, but you don't overdo it. It's not good to have emotions pressed in your heart, and you will get sick one day. ”

She let out two long sighs, and that powerless sense of loss invaded.

"Grandma, I see."

He hung his head and responded.

Wang Menglai leaned against the wall outside, his mind getting heavier and heavier. There were tears in my eyes, and I was hazy when I looked at the sky.

Since she was a child, she was most favored by them because they were too good and good to her. I'm afraid that she has a burden in her heart, so she never favors it, but she can feel it. She pays attention to every tiny detail.

Jiang He walked out of the yard, and she also walked home.

When I went up to the second floor, it was surprisingly calm here, and it was usually Wang Mengling who was worried about her homework.

Wang Menglai went back to the room and lay down, buried his face in the quilt and said nothing. Jiang He sat on a stool and looked out the window wistfully. Directly across from him, the room was still the only black curtain. I can't help but feel a tingling in my heart, is she secretly crying these days just looking at this curtain?

Lowering his head slightly, there is a row of books on the wall of this desk, Chinese, mathematics, English, and various teaching aids and exercises. That's enough to fill a row.

On the right-hand side, the first of the stacks of books she had piled up was a draft book. Out of curiosity about the days they hadn't communicated, he took a draft book and flipped through it.

There are various calculations on it, and although each page is full, the overall look is very neat. Wang Menglai's words have not been deliberately practiced, her words are just like hers, and they are well-behaved. Smooth and chic, twists and turns are upright. There is nothing beautiful when you look closely, but there is nothing beautiful when you look at it as a whole.

At the end, he saw that on the last page of the sketchbook it was written that as long as you keep coming towards me, I will not be alone.

This reminded him of a question he had asked her before, wouldn't you be alone?

At that time, she looked cold, and did not give him any answers, only saw that she was doing her homework very seriously, and it turned out that she had already given him the answers.

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