Zhou Qi got into the car, but he didn't drive in a hurry, opened the window and took out a cigarette and lit it, didn't look at Song Jianyi, and locked it lightly: "There is no one here, cry if you want to cry." ”

Song Jianyi didn't cry, shook his head, and then looked out the window motionlessly. She was very sensible, and now she wondered why her father needed such a large sum of money, and whether his argument with his grandfather that night was related to the sale of the house.

Grandpa went quietly at night, does it have something to do with it? The thought of this made her chest ache sharply. But not a single tear fell.

After a long time, she completely calmed down, and then said in a low voice: "Please send me back, thank you." ”

Zhou Qi didn't speak, snuffed out the cigarette butt, and started the car a moment later.

Probably because they hurt their daughter's weak heart, Song Weihe was already missing when they went back. The mess in the house had been cleaned up, and the old lady stood at the door in despair, and heard the sound of the car driving into the yard and came forward tremblingly.

When Song Jianyi was sent upstairs to settle down, Zhou Qi let out a long sigh when she walked outside with the old lady, and said, "Ah Qi, let you see you smile." Scares you, right? ”

Zhou Qi was polite, and as the door closed, I don't know what to say, and the sound of voices and footsteps gradually faded away.

Where is this little bit of pediatrics enough to see Zhou, both grandpa and grandma are blinded by his good skin.

Probably worried that Song Weihe would go and return, he didn't leave this night. Song Jianyi woke up from the nightmare and suddenly smelled the smoke in the room.

Her mind was still confused for a while, and she couldn't help but feel creepy. Subconsciously looked at the window, and saw a figure standing by the window, as if it was about to merge with the night in the blurred light.

She recognized it as Zhou Qi, relaxed for a moment, got up and sat on the head of the bed in a daze.

Zhou Qi heard the sound of squirming and noticed that she was up, looked back at her, and then smoked his cigarette. It wasn't until he finished smoking a cigarette that he walked to the head of the bed and asked, "Uncomfortable?" ”

Jian Yi shook his head and said no.

Zhou Qi sat down on the side, bored at night, he subconsciously touched the cigarette case again. As if thinking of something, he glanced at Jian Yi and asked, "Come to one?" ”

Song Jianyi didn't know what he was thinking, he didn't speak, but after a while, he nodded and answered in a dumb voice.

Zhou Qi quickly took out a cigarette and lit it, took a puff of smoke and handed it to Jian Yi.

Jian Yi took it, and after only one sip, he was choked and coughed violently. Zhou Qi didn't care about her, slowly took the cigarette, put it in his mouth, and said, "If you can't smoke it, don't do it." ”

Jian Yi was choked so much that tears were about to flow out, and it took a long time for her cough to calm down.

Zhou Qi glanced at her and asked, "Get you something to eat?" "She's been upstairs since she came back from the hospital, and dinner was brought by Aunt Qing, but she barely moved.

Jian Yi's heart was empty and painful, she couldn't accept it, and her grandfather, who had always loved her, would never see her again. It felt like a hole had been torn in her chest, and the pain was so painful that she didn't know what to do.

Her stomach cramped, she didn't want to speak, shook her head and closed her eyes.

Zhou Qi seemed to be very idle, staying in the Song Mansion and never leaving. Jian Yi was like a turtle retracted into a turtle shell, Song Weihe forced her out yesterday, but only for a while, she retracted into her own turtle shell.

Breakfast was served by Zhou Qi, but she still had no appetite, and shrank under the quilt and refused to come out.

Zhou Qi didn't sigh like Aunt Qing, he directly lifted the quilt and said coldly: "Song Jianyi, there should be a degree of self-abandonment." It's your business how you want to toss yourself, but you're not alone. Do you want the old lady to be uncomfortable and worry about you? ”

Song Jianyi's body tightened, and his chaotic brain gradually sobered up. She clenched her fingers, her nails digging deep into her palms, the pain gradually clearing her chaotic mind.

She quickly sat up from her bed and began to eat her breakfast without saying a word. After sorting out those sad emotions, he limped downstairs.

The house was full of grandpa, sitting on the couch reading the newspaper and drinking tea, or watching TV to fix things. Jian Yi's heart ached for a while.

The old lady has been bedridden since yesterday, and her wife left suddenly, and she has aged a lot and lost her spirit. Jian Yi wanted to coax her to be happy, but she didn't do it, but the grandparents hugged each other and cried together.

In the end, the old lady carefully wiped away her tears like when she was a child, and said softly: "Don't cry for our little Ayi, if grandpa knows that you are crying, I don't know how uncomfortable it will be." ”

Yes, the old man can't let go until he dies, it's her only granddaughter.

Jian Yi's heart was sad again, she held the old lady's hand tightly, and said softly, "We don't cry." ”

Neither grandparents nor grandchildren wanted each other to feel bad for themselves, so they cheered up. In the evening, they sat down at the dining table to eat.

Zhou Qi didn't have anything to do tonight, and it was quiet at the table. After Jian Yi finished eating with the old lady, the old lady suddenly sighed and said, "It's hard to get up these days, if it weren't for him, I don't know what the chaos would be." ”

She muttered that her son couldn't get close to her at this juncture, but it troubled Zhou Qi, an outsider. She was a little unhappy in her heart.

Jian Yi was silent, and gently handed the teacup to the old lady. The old lady thought about things for a while in a trance, and said, "Ah Yi, tomorrow you accompany me to the temple to copy a few scriptures for my grandfather." Earlier, he was still in the house and was going to stay there for a few days. We went to stay for a few days and came back. ”

Jian Yi responded gently.

The grandfather and grandson sat silently, the old lady was a little tired, and she went back to the room after a while, and also asked Jian Yi to rest early and leave early tomorrow morning.

She was going to the temple at this time, in addition to copying scriptures for the old man, she had her own selfish intentions. She knows her son's character too well, and he will definitely come back to make trouble. You can just avoid it when you go to the temple.

But how can dodging be a long-term solution, but there is no way to find it.

Jian Yi packed her simple luggage and went to the temple with the old lady early the next morning. She didn't know if Zhou Qi would come back, but she sent him a text message informing them that they had gone to the temple and would be back in a few days.

Zhou Qi didn't ignore it as usual, and simply replied with a good one.

The mountains are much cooler than in the city, and listening to the chanting every day, the sadness is not only not alleviated, but rather more sad. Once people get old, they don't know when they will leave. She knew she should accept the reality, but she couldn't accept it. Every time she thinks of her grandfather, she feels uncomfortable.