She talked with Xiao's mother for a while, and then went to the back garden to see Mrs. Xiao.

Today's weather is good, the sun is shining.

There was a chaise longue on the lawn, on which Mrs. Xiao lay with her eyes closed, and next to it was a glass round table with a tea and fruit bowl on it, and behind her stood the maid Tong Ma, who usually served her.

Xiao Yunuan approached, and Tong's mother shouted at her: "Little ......"

Seeing that Mrs. Xiao was sleeping, she put a finger to her lips: "Shhh......hhhh

Mother Tong understood and glanced at Mrs. Xiao.

Xiao Yunuan sat down at the glass table, wanting to wait for Mrs. Xiao to wake up, but she didn't wake up for a while, so she beckoned to Mother Tong.

Mother Tong walked up to her, and she whispered, "Go and find me a book." ”

"Yes." Mother Tong also answered very quietly, and then left, and came back after a while, holding a book of poetry in her hand.

Xiao Yunuan took it, and her white fingertips flipped open, boring.

Mother Tong poured her a cup of flower tea, and then retreated to Mrs. Xiao's side.

Not long after, Mrs. Xiao woke up, and Mother Tong reminded her, "Old lady, Miss is back." ”

Mrs. Xiao was very happy: "Nuan Nuan is back." ”

"Grandma." Xiao Yunuan closed the book and put it on the table, got up and walked to Mrs. Xiao, but when she left the chair, she accidentally dropped the book on the ground.

She instinctively bent down to pick it up, and then froze.

When the book landed, the back side was up, the back cover was turned up, and the blank space was filled with a person's name.

- Liang Qingchi.

The handwriting is beautiful and beautiful.

She recognized it at a glance, it was her handwriting.

Just as she was staring at the name on the book in a daze, Mrs. Xiao shouted at her, "Wanzhi, where is Nuan Nuan?" ”

Wanzhi is Xiao's mother's name, and her real surname is Qin.

Seeing that the old lady regarded herself as her mother again, Xiao Yunuan was a little helpless, she put the book in her hand on the table, walked to Mrs. Xiao, squatted down in front of her, raised her white little face, and said softly: "Grandma, I am Nuan Nuan." ”

Mrs. Xiao is over 80 years old, with gray hair, because of her age, she has some Alzheimer's, and her memory is getting worse day by day, she always recognizes the wrong person, often talks nonsense, and rarely wakes up.

Mrs. Xiao stared at her for a long time with a pair of cloudy eyes before recognizing her: "It turned out to be Nuan Nuan, I almost didn't recognize you again." ”

Xiao Yunuan smiled and said, "I will often come back to see you in the future, and you won't fail to recognize me." ”

Old Mrs. Xiao was in a good mood when she saw her, and her wrinkled face was full of smiles: "You say this every time, but you don't come back after a long time." ”

Xiao Yunuan actually goes home quite often, but Mrs. Xiao has a poor memory and always forgets.

She asked, "Grandma, how are you doing?" ”

Mrs. Xiao sighed: "It's still the same, it's old, and it's useless." ”

Mother Tong moved the chair and stool over, Xiao Yunuan sat down next to Mrs. Xiao, and beat her legs: "You are not old, you can live for at least fifty years." ”

Her words made Mrs. Xiao laugh, and Mrs. Xiao said, "Then won't I become an old witch?" ”。

Xiao Yunuan tilted his head, and said in an innocent tone: "If you really become an old witch, then it's okay, you can live for a long time." ”