In fact, she really thinks too much about herself, Father Zhao (that is, Grandpa Jiang Muqing, who has always called her Grandpa, always feels awkward, Mom's surname is Zhao, Mom's father will call Father Zhao first) Throwing her arms is a meaningful move, but she didn't think about it so much.

After all, the girl in front of him looked about the same age as his daughter.

This reform has been opened up, but now people's hearts are still very introverted.

Jiang Muqing touched her head awkwardly, "You can go, let's go." ”

Following Zhao's father to the door of the house, Jiang Muqing knew the general location. A big ditch on the doorstep of the house, which has been there for decades.

When she was a child, she went with her cousins to catch loaches and tadpoles when there was little water in the big ditch. My cousin, when the water level was high, they also used artillery to blow up fish in a ditch.

Although the current structure of the house and the layout of some roads have changed a lot compared to the future, Jiang Muqing still easily recognized that it was her grandmother's house, yes.

"Mother, Guilan"

Jiang Muqing suddenly remembered that her grandmother was still alive at this time.

Her grandmother is also a character, her grandfather was a martyr and died in the War of Resistance Against Japan.

Her grandfather was raised by her grandmother alone.

Jiang Muqing's father is a good-looking person, and he also attaches great importance to these things.

But in the years to come, when he and Jiang Muqing talked about her grandfather's grandmother who she never remembered, they were full of praise.

Hearing the shouts, a woman with gray hair and a short neck-length haircut, wearing a gray cloth gown, blue trousers, and small feet wrapped around her feet, came out of the kitchen together.

Jiang Muqing looked at the slightly old woman not far away, and compared her with the photo of her grandmother who was offering from her uncle's house in her mind.

That's it, it's her grandmother.

Next to it was her grandmother, who was now in her fifties, her hair was not as white as it was later, and her legs were not limping because of periosteal damage.

Father Zhao looked at Jiang Muqing, who had been rolling up the hem of his shirt next to him.

"Let's go, let's go in, don't be nervous."

Jiang Muqing put down the corner of the blouse that was rolled into twists, put her two hands on the seam of her pants and wiped it.

Walk to the kitchen door with Zhao's father.

"Mother, Guilan, this is Jiang Muqing, Qingqing."

Zhao's mother and mother-in-law both looked at the girl brought in by their husband and son with a bewildered expression.

Why don't you go back to the field and get a sickle and bring back a girl?

"Qingqing, you go to the house first to eat."

Zhao's father stayed outside the door to explain to his mother and wife, saying that he met this girl on the ground, fainted on his own ground, and asked her about the situation at home, but she couldn't say anything, seeing that the clothes she was wearing were tattered, and the person was also thin and thin, so he brought the person back.

If Jiang Muqing knew that her grandfather was talking about her like this, she would be angry and vomit blood. Her clothes are torn, that's because the fashion of her time is good or not, and she spends money on running gyms and dieting to maintain her thinness.

Of course, Jiang Muqing would not know the conversation of the three people in the corner.

Jiang Muqing stepped into the room and felt the gaze of the one, two, three, four, and five day circles.

Yes, it is the eyes of her young mother, uncle, second uncle, and aunt.

Her grandparents had five children, three daughters and two sons.

The eldest is aunt Zhao Aixia, the second is the eldest uncle Zhao Xinjun, the third is the second aunt Zhao Fangli, the fourth is her brother-in-law Zhao Xinsi, and the fifth is her mother Zhao Yunying.