Looking at Zihan, who suddenly became vivid, the corners of Gu Shaoyuan's mouth unconsciously curved, and the heart that had been hanging high also fell back to the ground.

Although there was an indescribable reluctance in his heart, after Grandpa Lin rubbed the safflower oil for Zihan, Gu Shaoyuan still said goodbye to Grandpa Lin and Zihan.

sent Gu Shaoyuan away, and Zihan's heart was also a little calmer.

When he looked at Grandpa Lin, who was full of doting, love, worry, and the eyes that were difficult to hide, Zihan's heart was surrounded by warmth.

Inexplicably, she didn't want her white-haired grandfather to worry about her, let alone let her grandfather know that the granddaughter he loved had actually been replaced by her, an outsider.

She will take the place of the twelve-year-old girl who has left, and take good care of this grandfather who means so much to her.

In the afternoon, she tried her best to imitate the somewhat naughty little girl, while lying to her grandfather, while accompanying her grandfather to sort out the medicinal materials in the health center.

Occasionally, when a patient came, she would come forward, but she was afraid that her grandfather would see something wrong, so she did not impulsively say the diagnosis she already had in her heart.

At six o'clock, she took her grandfather's arm and went to the small vegetable garden at the back of the small courtyard full of all kinds of summer vegetables.

Dinner was a nest of noodles made by her grandfather with her help, and although there were few ingredients and seasonings, it was the most delicious food she had ever eaten.

In the evening, her grandfather took the test on the knowledge of herb identification she had studied, and then taught her two ways to identify herbs.

Later, a couple with a two-year-old child in their arms came.

The child suffered from stomach pain and diarrhea due to bad food.

Grandpa treated him and fed the child medicine.

After the child's abdominal pain subsided, the couple left with the child in their arms.

After all this tossing, it's time to sleep.

When she was about to sleep, her grandfather told Zihan that she was not allowed to run into Daping Mountain again.

Zihan nodded again and again, and returned to the hut on the west side with mixed feelings.

Following the memory, I pulled down the lamp rope located about a meter to the left of the door, and the electric rod emitting white light lit up.

Although it is not as bright as the LED lights in the previous life, it illuminates Zihan's heart brightly.

The two-bay hut occupies one of the bays and has a peach-colored sheet printed with clusters of peony flowers on the clay kang.

On the inside of the kang are two small wooden red boxes, on which are placed a new quilt of six or seven years.

On the inside of the underground near the kang is a writing desk with an old table lamp on it.

In front of the desk is a wooden chair with a hand-sewn cotton cushion.

The desk used to be a two-piece cabinet, and before Zihan could see what was placed on the cabinet, he was attracted by the glass-inlaid homemade photo frame hanging on the wall above the cabinet.

The length of the picture frame is about 30 centimeters, and the width is about 20 centimeters.

The photos in the frame are large and small, and there are about 20 photos in total.

The photo of grandpa holding or holding 'her' of different ages is almost half the same as the photo of her alone.

Each photograph is simple black and white, but even when she was only one or two years old, her little face is full of heartfelt smiles, and the two dimples on either side of her cheeks are almost the same shape as if they have never changed, except for the gradual enlargement.

Looking at these photos one by one, Zihan unconsciously wet her eyes.

In the previous life, every year, the welfare home would gather all their children together and take a family photo during the Chinese New Year.

But since she was a child, she has no photos that record her growth except for those ID photos that she had to take when she was upgraded.

Zihan counted the photos in the frame with some expectation.

Twenty-two, two a year, for a total of eleven years.

Two tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

Her birthday was the day of the Winter Solstice, and her grandfather said it was snowing heavily!

Last year, there happened to be a heavy snowfall on the eve of the Winter Solstice Festival, and Grandpa couldn't wait to call Uncle Chen, the only photo studio in town, to take the two latest photos of the snow in the frame.