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Luo Weiwei always felt that Fan Yihang was not like Fan Zengming at all, until Fan Zengming said the sentence "I'll send you home".

Obviously, they are grandfathers and grandsons who don't look alike each other, but when they say this, their demeanor is almost the same, it's their grandfather and grandson, Luo Weiwei thought.

"I'll just send her back." Fan Yihang bent down to get the clothes on the sofa.

Fan Zengming stopped him: "You stay, I'll send her back." ”

What else did Fan Yihang want to say, Luo Weiwei had already jumped to the door, and she didn't mean to let him send it at all.

He glanced at her back, then withdrew his gaze and pulled the corners of his mouth a little self-deprecatingly.

"I'll come back after a while, you can rest early." Leaving such a sentence, Fan Zengming took the umbrella and crutches leaning against the door, put on his shoes again and took Luo Weiwei out.

Fan Yihang felt that he was like an outsider the whole time, and Luo Weiwei was the granddaughter of the old man.

But he didn't resist this feeling, he touched the magic stick in his pocket, and his eyes drooped.

……

The rain outside is getting lighter, the pouring rain has turned into a drizzle, Luo Weiwei is too lazy to hold an umbrella, she is lazy, but if it is not to the point where she has to hold an umbrella, she will definitely go in the rain.

"Weiwei, hold the umbrella, don't get wet." Grandpa Fan shouted after him.

Luo Weiwei bit a lollipop in her mouth, slowed down, and bent down under Grandpa Fan's umbrella when she was parallel to Grandpa Fan.

The old man laughed twice: "Little lazy cat! It's the same as when Hanghang was a kid. ”

Luo Weiwei asked curiously: "Was Fan Yihang lazy when he was a child?" ”

She now thinks that Fan Yihang is a perpetual motion machine, which can be seen from learning, she doesn't know how to be tired at all, and she can't get along with "laziness".

All in all, she was curious about what Xiaofan Yihang looked like, and was it the same as now, cold?

Fan Zeng Ming held the umbrella, his umbrella was very large, and both of them could be covered, he pressed the umbrella a little lower, and said: "It's very lazy, so I don't bother to read, from the first grade directly to the fourth grade, do you think he is lazy?" ”

Fan Zengming really felt that Fan Yihang was lazy, and he still had to study step by step, but when he heard this, Luo Weiwei's ears changed.

What the is this called laziness? It's smart, okay?!

Luo Weiwei's mind turned and she realized another thing: "That...... How old is Fan Yihang now? ”

"Eighteen, it should be a year older than you. If it hadn't happened to me, I would have been in college by now......" Fan Zengming sighed a little emotionally, and then took another breath, as if he was forcing himself to cheer up.

Luo Weiwei, who knew that Fan Yihang's parents had died, of course knew what "that incident" Grandpa Fan was talking about, and she also sighed.

The two of them happened to come to a fork in the road, and Grandpa Fan looked at the bright lights on the other street that were not affected by the heavy rain, and proposed, "Do you want to go for some supper?" ”

Luo Weiwei was really hungry, touched her stomach, and asked a little embarrassedly, "Will it be too late?" ”

She knew that the old man's routine was normal, and now this point had obviously passed the point where Grandpa Fan slept.

However, the next sentence of the old man was: "It's not too late, it's not too late, it's a night, and you have to make up for it." ”

"Okay!" Luo Weiwei happily answered.

A few minutes later, the two of them came to a street stall on the street, which had set up a long tent out of tarpaulin, like a shop on a Korean street, and went in warm and smelled of sake lees.

It was the first time for Luo Weiwei to enter this kind of stall, in fact, she sneaked out and wandered the streets not so late, and this kind of stall only appeared at night.

When the old man entered the tent, he shouted: "Two spicy fried rice cakes, the others are the same as usual." ”

"Okay!" The old man seemed to be a frequent visitor here, and the proprietress responded happily and greeted Luo Weiwei.

The two of them found a place to sit down, and there was another table of guests in the tent, a few office workers in suits but white socks, perhaps selling insurance, lamenting the current market slump.

"Do you eat spicy?" The old man asked.

Luo Weiwei is a southerner, and she moved to the north with Ms. Ruan Yujuan into Qin's house, when Qin Luyuan was sent to the south to do market research, and she stayed for three years, which coincided with Luo Weiwei just awarded Ruan Yujuan, in that case, Qin Luyuan helped them a lot, which is one of the reasons why Qin Luyuan had a lot of small problems, but Luo Weiwei didn't hate him.

No one is perfect, as long as it's not too bad, Luo Weiwei feels that it is enough.

Most southerners don't know how to eat spicy food, Luo Weiwei nodded hesitantly: "A little." ”

The old man raised his head and shouted: "A bowl is less spicy!" ”

"Okay!" The proprietress answered, and after a while, she held a plate of peanuts and a glass of soju, and asked with a smile, "Is this beautiful little girl your granddaughter?" ”

"I don't have this blessing! If so, it would be great! Old Man Fan shook the bottle of soju and asked Luo Weiwei, "Do you want to have some?" ”

……

"Ahem, cough, cough, ......"

Luo Weiwei was coughed by the spicy soju wine, her cheeks turned red, and a crystal teardrop hung in the corner of her eye, and the old man laughed when she saw it.

Old Man Fan not only laughed at her, but also said cool words: "Weiwei, you can't do this, in our north, this little wine still has to be drunk." ”

Luo Weiwei licked her lower lip embarrassedly, and laughed, revealing two small dimples.

She is dignified Luo Weiwei, a first-year female boss in the seventh middle and high school, she can't smoke or drink, and she may be laughed out of her big teeth when she says it.

She was about to try again, but Fan Zengming stretched out his hand to stop her: "Just touch a little girl, your parents know that I have taken you badly." ”

Luo Weiwei didn't touch it again.

This bitter and spicy thing, she really can't appreciate it, and more importantly, her own father will beat her and Ruan Yujuan every time she gets drunk, which makes her even more naturally resistant to this thing.

Fan Zengming ordered her a glass of condensed milk.

Luo Weiwei drank sweet condensed milk and listened to the old man reminiscing about the past.

In the past, he was also a powerful figure, and because he was arrogant in his own body, no one took it seriously, and this character was maintained until twenty years ago, when his wife died.

Since then, Fan Zengming has moved from the hustle and bustle of the metropolis to this old city where he and his wife know each other and no one knows him.

Somehow, the topic turned to Fan Yihang.

"Hanghang, that kid...... It's a hard-working child. Fan Zengming, a ruthless character in the business world who has been powerful all his life and arrogant for most of his life, his eyes were red at the moment, and he choked up and said to a high school girl.

Luo Weiwei was a little moved, she nodded understandingly: "Grandpa Fan, I know...... He, his mom and dad are gone. ”

Fan Zengming nodded, not surprised how Luo Weiwei knew, maybe Fan Yihang told her, maybe she knew it unintentionally, but what he wanted to say was not this.

"You know...... Why is something wrong with him tonight? Fan Zeng Ming asked.