The third day of Yang Yunhai's walk was a rainy day.

Grandma Yao hasn't woken up yet.

"The first time I met your grandmother, she was holding a baby who was only a few months old in her arms." Yao Zhenjiang sat on the door pier and said while smoking a dry cigarette, "The child is thin and crying all the time, and she also cries." ”

Yao Zhenjiang is an orphan and grew up eating hundreds of meals.

If it hadn't been for the kind people of the year to help him, he would have starved to death.

So kindly called Yao's grandmother to the house, and raised Yao Rumei with millet paste boiled in a small casserole.

At that time, Yao Rumei was not surnamed Yao, but followed his surname Yao when Yao's grandmother married him.

Yao's grandmother injured herself when she was young, and it is said that she ate something she shouldn't eat, so the two of them have never had children.

When he was young, Yao Zhenjiang was also curious about Yao's grandmother's past, but every time she asked her, she didn't say anything, and then she began to have nightmares at night.

Each nightmare is a few words back and forth.

What don't you want, don't come!

What a run, Miss run!

Stay back!

Then he woke up from the nightmare sweating profusely, and when he woke up again, he didn't speak, and his expression seemed to have returned to the time when he had just seen her for the first time.

The appearance of being on the verge of collapse is distressing.

Later, after the two of them lived together for a long time, he didn't ask.

What about the past?

It's just a good time to live the days in front of you.

He already had her as a person, and what had been before didn't matter to him anymore.

As for the child, he is an orphan, he never thought that he would be able to marry a daughter-in-law, but now, he can have such a well-behaved daughter, he is already very satisfied.

People know enough.

The rain outside the window kept dripping, and in the sound of drizzle, a few people in the house stopped Yao Zhenjiang and chattered about what happened to him and Yao's grandmother.

"She used to cry." Yao Zhenjiang knocked on his dry tobacco stick and said with a smile, "I want to cry when I encounter something, I really don't know how she brought the child so big by herself." ”

After so many years, he almost forgot how she cried.

Now, he hoped that she would cry to him, and then he would coax her well, and use all his life to coax her.

Just begging her to wake up.

Fu Jing didn't know when, she was already crying when she listened, and Tian Wenbai next to her blinked and looked at the sky.

When did he become so sentimental.

silently took out a handkerchief and handed it to Fu Jing, who was crying on the side.

Those who engage in literature and art are so easy to be moved.

would never admit that he actually had an urge to hug her and cry together.

Gu Lingling and Yao Jingsong sat next to Yao Zhenjiang on the left and right, and Gu Lingling held Yao Zhenjiang's hand.

Her grandfather and grandmother really wanted to love.

Yao Jingsong twisted his head awkwardly to the side and quietly wiped away his tears.

It's strange how I've not been strong at all lately.

hugged Gu Lingling and cried in shame, why do you want to cry again now.

"How to bring it big, that's how to bring it big." Suddenly, a voice came from the room, "You bad old man, you are a lot old, and you are not shy to say these things." ”

"What? If you don't see me crying, are you feeling uncomfortable? ”

Grandma Yao?!

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