- Ningxiang: Mom, what are you doing?

- Ningxiang: Do you want to go shopping together?

After a long time, Liang Yuan did not reply.

It's been at least half an hour, and the phone vibrates twice.

- Liang Yuan: Don't go, you go back to the old house.

Ning Xiang asked Li Xiaowei to send her back, and also brought some supplements.

The car drove halfway, and a very familiar car passed by it, and Ning Xiang suspected that Grandpa Liang was in the car.

The call came, and sure enough, it was.

Grandpa went to see the baby.

Intergenerational parenting, that's right.

It's good to go see the baby.

She has been busy with information these days, and she has been a little negligent to accompany the baby.

The point is, playing with three babies is too tiring.

If someone says that the housewife is not tired, he really wants to beat him to death!

Don't bar, it's really tiring.

Nursing the child, tidying up the room, accompanying the child to do homework, punching cards, these can have nine lives for the cat!

Ning Xiang is very glad that she doesn't have to go to the step of writing homework!

But I have already previewed it in advance, and I can laugh at the short video of tutoring children to write homework.

In the past few days, the IQs of Dabao and Erbao seem to have skyrocketed.

Sometimes Ning Xiang found that the two little ghosts had two faces.

When I thought of this, I was inexplicably minded, as if something flashed through my mind.

Seems to be important.

However, Ning Xiang didn't remember.

What is it exactly?

If the distance of the car is farther away, or if you meet your grandfather's car earlier, Ning Xiang will definitely be able to remember it if she thinks about it a little longer.

But it didn't take long for the car to stop in the old house.

When Ning Xiang got out of the car and carried a few bags of things to the main hall, she had already inherited the memory ability of the fish.

There was a hint of desertion in the old house.

The artistic conception of April Fangfei is completely gone.

Inside the hall, there are no statues.

The air seems to be sad, and heaven and earth seem to have love, and they understand the sorrow of human beings.

If you don't see the statue, you can't ignore the deceased.

Missing, pervasive.

To Ning Xiang's surprise, Liang Yuan did not put a photo of Liang Han in his suite.

Ning Xiang is really curious, and she has never found out that her mother-in-law is still a person with a quantum mechanics view of life and death.

"Mom." Ning Xiang opened her mouth a little weakly.

"Coming?"

"Well, I'm here." Ning Xiang's love for her mother instantly gushed out, and she couldn't help but ask emotionally, "Are you okay?" ”

Although it is a short sentence, it also takes a lot of courage.

She needs to be comforted.

She's also very aggrieved.

But Ning Xiang still cares about Liang Yuan first.

The air was still again.

Ning Xiang seemed to feel that this was a frame of pause, or a frame from a comic book.

"Are you too embarrassed to ask?" Liang Yuan's face was cold, his eyes were full of grievances, and he looked at Ning Xiang with an eye that looked at the enemy.

Ning Xiang didn't know what to say, so she simply didn't say it.

The feelings like a fountain just now, Liang Yuan's heart was distressed, and it was a little deteriorated, piercing Ning Xiang's body like a needle.

Ning Xiang turned to look at the furnishings and decoration of the room, and it didn't change.

Just like yesterday.

"Are you curious?" When Liang Yuan asked this sentence, it seemed that he was ten years older.

It's only been half a month since I last saw her.

The depth of the change made Ning Xiang feel that Liang Yuan was by no means the person in front of him several times.

Who is this woman with a thin body and trembling unconsciously?

Curious about what? Ning Xiang didn't understand, so she planned to change the topic.

"Mom, you've lost weight recently, is it because you have a bad appetite? I'll help you ......" Ning Xiang looked at the thin woman, and was afraid for no reason, and when she came to her mouth to study the recipe, she couldn't say it, so she couldn't help but swallow her saliva, and her heart beat faster.

"I hate you." Liang Yuan suddenly smiled.

"Mom, it's not me who killed people." Ning Xiang inevitably spoke a little louder, trembling, like glass about to break.

"He's not dead. He lives forever in my heart. ”

Liang Yuan seemed to be nostalgic, "What a beautiful face, what a beautiful pair of eyes." What a warm laugh, but what dirty blood. ”

After saying these words of unknown meaning, Ning Xiang saw the woman's thin arms supporting her thin body and stood up, and took out a few papers.

Ning Xiang was curious, what could it be.