It's gray. The fine raindrops hit the glass like tears of a bystander.

"Otoin doesn't cry."

"Grandma hid something delicious for Yinyin."

Grandma fumbled under the pillow for a while, then took out a piece of toffee and handed it to Shen Fanyin.

The old man's eyes were full of surprise and pampering, coaxing Shen Fanyin's little face like a child, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes with rough hands, and smiling so much that her eyes were bent into crescents.

"It's Yinyin's favorite candy!"

Grandma held Shen Fanyin in one hand, peeled off the candy paper with some effort, and fed it to Shen Fanyin's mouth.

The rich milky fragrance permeated her lips and teeth, the taste of her familiar childhood.

She had bad teeth when she was a child, and during the tooth replacement period, Ms. Shen strictly forbade her to eat candy. Whenever she looked at other people's children drooling with envy, her grandmother would always take a piece of toffee from her pocket and give it to her, and then hold her little hand and wander around until she finished eating the candy before taking her home.

At that time, she thought that her grandmother had endless sugar in her pocket.

Seeing that Shen Fanyin's tears still couldn't be stopped, her grandmother was anxious: "What's wrong with Yinyin? Is this piece of candy not tasty? I'm about to throw up, grandma will give you something else."

As she spoke, she turned back to turn over the pillow.

Shen Fanyin took her hand and shook her head gently: "Grandma, the sugar is delicious...... Really."

It's not Sugar's fault, it's her problem.

It's that when I grow up, the sugar is not sweet anymore.

Grandma was stopped by her, looked at her blankly, and patted her forehead after being stunned for a long time: "Yinyin is not happy, let's go, grandma will take you to buy beautiful clothes."

She mysteriously covered her pockets and whispered, "Grandma has money, buy the most beautiful little dress for Yinyin."

When she said she was leaving, Shen Fanyin was so frightened that she didn't even dare to shed tears, and hurriedly held her down: "Grandma, I'm fine, I'm really fine, let's not go shopping for clothes, don't go."

"How's that going to work?" Grandma frowned and rubbed Shen Fanyin's head distressedly, "Don't listen to your mother, grandma is rich, rich!"

She emphasized that she had money very seriously, ignored Shen Fanyin's refusal, and was about to get out of bed.

Just when Shen Fanyin was about to ring the bell to call the doctor to come, Jing Zeheng pushed the door and came in.

Seeing the situation in the ward, he immediately stepped forward and grabbed his grandmother's other arm: "Don't worry, slow down."

"Brother, don't let grandma out, I'll call it ......."

"Huh?" Grandma looked at Jing Zeheng, frowned suspiciously, and immediately smiled, "It's Zeheng."

Shen Fanyin: "......?"

The memory of the old man a second ago was still stuck in her childhood, why did she recognize Jing Zeheng again now?

Grandma looked at Jing Zeheng with a smile, held his hand and asked, "You came with Yinyin?" Why didn't you just come in?"

After a pause, Grandma furrowed her eyebrows and her expression became a little stern: "You guys quarreled?"

Shen Fanyin was very confused, sitting on the edge of the bed at a loss, forgetting what to react to.

Jing Zeheng held her grandmother's arm and asked her to sit down, glanced at Shen Fanyin's slightly red eyes, and then said, "There was no quarrel, she missed you, so she came over first."

"That's right," grandma breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at Shen Fanyin, and said seriously, "Yinyin, you have to get along with Zeheng well, don't make children lose their temper."

Shen Fanyin: "Uh......"

She didn't know what was going on, her mind went blank, and her sadness was diluted.

Grandma looked at Jing Zeheng again, and instructed seriously: "Zeheng, Yinyin is young, you take care of it, she said the wrong thing and did the wrong thing, you are not allowed to do anything with her."

Jing Zeheng nodded seriously: "Don't worry."

"Hmm."

Grandma smiled, grabbed the two of them one by one, and said in an extremely serious tone:

"Young couples will inevitably bump and bump when they get along, and they must be more tolerant of each other to go a long way!"

Shen Fanyin: "......"

Jing Zeheng: "......"

"Grandma! I'm not ......."

"Okay, we've got it, don't worry."

Shen Fanyin's denial was interrupted by Jing Zeheng before he could say anything.

His large hand grasped her fingertips, and his eyes were as serious as if he was making some vow.

Shen Fanyin looked at him in astonishment, and the rich tenderness in his eyes crashed into her eyes.

If you deny it, you suddenly can't say it.

"Brother, what do you think?"

Standing in the garden of the hospital, Shen Fanyin finally came to her senses, she clasped her hands and asked him with a slight frown.

Jing Zeheng stretched out a big umbrella to block the densely wound rain, and said to her, "Grandma is obviously confused, instead of reasoning with her, it is better to follow her."

Shen Fanyin: "I think she was quite sober just now."

It wasn't really her delusion.

In the past hour, she and Jing Zeheng listened to her grandmother talk about the secrets of all kinds of couples getting along with each other.

Be well-organized and well-founded.

She didn't know how her grandmother, who had been widowed for thirty years, could have been so knowledgeable about such a thing, but she was sure that if it hadn't been for her grandmother's sleepiness after taking the medicine, her high argument would have lasted for another two hours.

She looked at Jing Zeheng and pursed her lips, even more unable to figure out why he recognized it just now.

Facing her suspicious eyes, Jing Zeheng was very calm: "If grandma is sober, will she persuade you to be with me well?"

When grandma is sober, she will only use him as a negative example of finding a boyfriend to educate Shen Fanyin.

Shen Fanyin was stunned for a moment, and the tails of his eyes unconsciously turned red again.

Seeing her instantly lost appearance, Jing Zeheng was very distressed.

But she had to face and adjust to her grandmother's chaotic thinking and memory. Now she just can't remember their relationship, maybe she won't remember the way home in the future, maybe even she will be forgotten.

This is probably the most tormenting illness for the family.

It's not deadly, but it's abrasive.

He raised his hand, trying to take her into his arms.

She suddenly raised her head, and the tears in her eyes had already dissipated.

Breathing in the humid air, Shen Fanyin asked him, "Brother, is there any vacancy for sale in the community where your apartment is located?"

Shen Fanyin, who said to think about it just now, suddenly made a decision, which made Jing Zeheng a little puzzled.

He didn't answer, he raised his hand and put it down, looking at her with an inquiring look in his eyes.

Shen Fanyin lowered her eyes and smiled, brushed away her wind-blown hair, sighed lightly and said, "At least it's not a terminal illness, fortunately, I've made a lot of money recently, fortunately, I'm not an office worker."

Listening to her self-comfort, Jing Zeheng suddenly remembered what she said that she would be the fastest cub to step on the sewing machine.

She was the strongest child he had ever seen.

Rubbing her head gently, he said, "I'll ask Cheng Ye to pay attention to you, and if there is a house for sale, I'll take you to see it."

"Okay, thank you, brother." Shen Fanyin asked again, "How much is the housing price there?"

Jing Zeheng couldn't hide this kind of thing that could be known by calling the intermediary casually, so he could only tell the truth: "About 100,000."

Shen Fanyin: "......!"

"When did the housing prices in Anseong become so frustrating?"

"Doesn't the developer's conscience hurt? Oh yes, how can they have this thing, it's my rudeness."

Mr. Jing, the developer who was suddenly scolded, was silent.

He...... Actually, there is a conscience, really.