Hearing the noise, she turned around slowly, and saw her granddaughter, who was flushed and fluttering, pounced on her, and then smiled happily, holding a broom in one hand, and waited for her excitedly, shouting quickly.

Che Songhe stepped forward and hugged his grandmother, put down his backpack, took the broom and continued to clean the yard that had not yet been cleaned.

My grandmother smiled and sat down on the bamboo reclining chair under the courtyard porch, and the wrinkles on her face were all squeezed together with joy.

The corners of the yard are unusually clean, and ornamental large-leaved plants are placed on the ground.

When my grandmother was younger, she was full of physical strength, and she loved to plant full moon flowers in front of and behind the house, and when the flowers bloomed, they were clustered with many flowers of different colors, and many of them were always picked away by passers-by. After that, there is no mud and no place to plant flowers.

Uncles and aunts live next to each other, and the housework is meticulous, and ordinary things do not need to be done by my grandmother, but they are just sedentary and tired, symbolic activities.

"How's it going, are you doing well? Hot or not? Tired from work? Grandmother asked.

From top to bottom, he looked at her repeatedly, and the meaning of care was overflowing.

These are the few sentences that are asked every time, which are not new, but I am relieved to ask.

Immediately afterwards, Che Songhe would describe to her the interesting and fresh things that had happened around her in the past week.

My grandmother was older, and she was not as flexible when she went out as in previous years, and she was always interested in interesting things or changes that happened in the streets and alleys.

"Have you contacted your mother?" Grandmother held Che Songhe's hand and patted it gently and asked.

"Hmm." She replied absentmindedly.

My grandmother said "yes" twice, smiling with satisfaction and relief.

Actually, she didn't contact her mother, but just casually responded.

It must be wrong, but she really doesn't want to force herself.

"I've left you something delicious in the house, go get it."

My grandmother gestured to the back room. As he grew older, his hands were wrinkled and wrinkled, and there was no flesh at all, only skin and bones connected.

Passing through the interior hallway, the two rooms side by side on the left are now empty.

At the end of the hallway, on the right is my grandmother's living room.

The yellow-colored door faded, and when it looked pale yellow and milky white, it was slightly open, and with a slight push, it made a creak.

There is a large brown old carved wood bed, an old brown bedside table, a bulky TV that does not know the age but works well, and common interior furnishings such as wardrobes and side tables.

She took the snacks she brought for her grandmother out of her backpack and placed them on the side table.

There were already some fruits and food for the elderly piled up on it, and it seemed that there had never been a break, presumably brought by my uncle, but some of them were too many, and they were stacked on a small half table. Food things, the shelf life is long and short, it is not advisable to store too much, next time she will bring less, just pick up what is not here and grandmother loves to eat. She moved to the bedside and put her pocket money on the old man's bedside table.

Then she went to her uncle's house next door and told her that she didn't have to come over to prepare dinner for her grandmother today, and handed it over to her to do it for her.

The market is so close and convenient that it's almost effortless to walk or bike.

She carefully selects her grandmother's favorite fruits, vegetables and meats.

At dusk, I accompanied my grandmother to gossip with my parents and talk about trivial matters. After dinner, she packed up her utensils and arranged for washing, until she was helped to lie comfortably on the bed and turned on the old and bulky but well-functioning television, and she was ready to go back.

Some things, new, good, don't have the slightest emotion, and they want to change to something new without waiting for it to be bad.

Some things are old, old, and have accumulated a lot of affection. For example, my grandmother's TV set seemed to be repaid for not throwing it away easily, and it refused to break it for a long time, and if it was not broken, people who missed the old would not be willing to replace it.

The old table clock sits squarely on the side table. At every punctuality and half-o'clock, it is always loyal and dutiful, and without exception makes a heavy and sluggish sound.

She remembered vividly that her mother had taken her to her grandmother, and that she had been exhausted from crying for a long time, and that she had fallen asleep in bed.

After that night, the ringing of the old grandfather clock rang for many years in her life, day after day.

She hadn't thought about what had happened that night for a long time.

The next day was still the weekend, and the weather on Sunday was similar to Saturday, and the tulle curtains were already shining in the sun.

Yesterday I wanted to spend the night at my grandmother's house to recharge my batteries. After a period of hope and disappointment during the day, it was quite a hit. Helplessly, the Sunday party was agreed with Jiang Meina a few days to be there, so I could only rush home with a strong spirit.

Che Songhe stretched out after waking up and looked at the clock.

She got up and cleaned the room briefly, then opened the wardrobe and chose the outfit to wear to the afternoon tea party today.

Wealthy people have to set up a name to organize an activity at intervals, contact and introduce each other. There are very few clothes suitable for that occasion, and most of them are athleisure.

If it weren't for Jiang Meina, who coaxed her on the phone for a long time that day, saying that her parents hadn't seen her since she returned to Yin Zhi. When I think about it, I think it's really rude.

Otherwise, she would never want to participate in such a restrained and speechless event, and she really didn't understand what a group of business people could talk about with a painter.

Although it is likely that Jiang Meina called her to accompany her because she was afraid that she would be bored, it was indeed time for her to visit her uncle and aunt, who helped her a lot during her college years.

She flipped into a black midi dress with a straight neckline in her skirt, which was given to her by Mu Mo when she attended the graduation ball in college.

The skirt is not particularly ornately decorated, but the knee-length hem of the skirt is hand-embroidered with black silk thread, so it is not particularly obvious, but the cut and workmanship can still be seen at a glance as it is carefully made.

After putting it on, I felt that the bare neck was a bit of an eyesore, so I chose two pearl stud earrings as decoration in the necklace and stud earrings.

The black high heels are designed with the style of high heels, but the height is actually a middle heel, it is not much trouble to walk, and you can run two steps if you want, and there is still half an hour between two o'clock in the afternoon and the appointment, she has arrived at Jiang Meina's small British western-style building.

She entered the door and greeted the helper's aunt, threw the backpack on the table in Jiang Meina's room, cleaned up the hem of her skirt on the dresser, and then went downstairs, walking to the next western-style building with empty hands. Zheng Zairan's house, she came for the first time.

When Jiang Zhili bought the property, he bought two sets, but they were not next door, and there were two rooms in between.

He joked that he was very worried that if he bought two sets next to each other, his sister would set up a telescope to supervise their house every day, so that he would be restricted from drinking a few more drinks.

The layout of the front and back of Jiang Suoya's house is the same as that of Jiang Meina's house, except for the colorful potted flowers, because the flowers of Mina's house are planted and cooked by her mother. Once inside, the setting is very different.