Trying to suppress the sourness in his heart, after quickly washing his face, Zihan tried his best to walk into the kitchen with a smile on his face as before to help his grandfather.

During dinner, both grandparents and grandchildren were silent, one tried not to ask, the other tried not to say, and they both had the same idea in their hearts, that is, they would wait until the meal was over.

After eating, Zihan rushed to clean up the kitchen.

When she cleaned up the kitchen and walked into the hall, her grandfather was sitting on a chair at the table of the Eight Immortals, with a cigarette in his mouth (he made it from old newspapers and books rolled with tobacco leaves).

But the cigarette butt was burning slowly there, but I didn't see my grandfather take a puff of it.

At this time, Grandpa's face was no longer the kind smile, but solemn.

"Grandpa, yes, I'm sorry, I, I know it's wrong."

Zihan's footsteps slowly walked in front of his grandfather, and then knelt down with a pop.

The naughty one in the past was afraid of her grandfather with this expression, but at this moment, she felt sorry for her grandfather inexplicably.

Grandpa and her depended on each other, if there was no her arrival after she was gone that day, or even something happened to her today, then how should grandpa live alone?

As early as the first time she entered the hall, she found that all the good things in this house were reserved for her.

Grandpa's kang was covered with felt, and only in the middle was an army-green patched sheet.

On the inside of the kang is a worn, unpainted wooden box.

In addition to the Eight Immortals Table on the ground, there is also an equally dilapidated high and low cabinet standing in the corner, and there is also a two-open board cabinet.

Grandpa's clothes were army green, but they were washed white.

And the army green clothes on her body are eighty or ninety percent new, and in my memory, the clothes on her body are all modified by her grandfather from the new army green clothes he got out of nowhere.

Grandpa took the cigarette butt out of his mouth, looked at the little girl who was kneeling in front of him, looking up at himself, although he was distressed, but the seriousness on his face did not slow down.

"Tell me, what's wrong with you?"

You have to teach the little girl some lessons, otherwise she won't have a long memory.

"Grandpa, I—I shouldn't have gone up to the heights of Daping Mountain."

The height of Daping Mountain? She actually went up to Daping Mountain again, and it was still a high place.

Although I don't know what happened that day, but looking at Shaoyuan's kid's nervousness, as well as the bruise on her forehead, the little girl's fall should not be light, and she dared to go to the height of Daping Mountain.

The look on Grandpa Lin's face was a little colder, and a pair of wrinkled eyes stared at Zihan fixedly.

"Say, why did you go to the heights of Daping Mountain again? Didn't Grandpa tell you that money shouldn't be your concern. ”

His voice was majestic, and his tone became a little stiffer.

Zihan's heart trembled inexplicably, and she was inexplicably afraid to hear her grandfather's cold and hard tone, which made her feel very unfamiliar.

This tone inexplicably reminded her of the serious director of the welfare home, as if he was your relative, and it seemed that he was not.

She didn't want her grandfather to talk like that, even if it was harsh to her, even if it was to beat her up severely.

"Grandpa—"

Zihan cautiously whispered, looking at her grandfather with some pity.

Suddenly, he caught the inexplicable panic in Zihan's eyes, and Grandpa Lin's heart ached suddenly.

His tone just now was too heavy, unconsciously, how could he take out the tone of those soldiers who he had instructed his subordinates when he was young!