When Mu Jinchen walked into his grandfather's room, he was shocked by the scene in front of him and didn't step forward for a long time, he seemed to feel that his existence would disturb this harmonious space.

The white-haired old man, wearing a pair of reading glasses, sat down on a wicker chair next to the floor-to-ceiling window, with a thick photo album on his lap, and the morning light sprinkled on his white hair, reflecting the golden color.

The old man was dressed in a milky white linen Tang suit, sitting there quietly, his fingers gently flipping the photo album on his knees, as if memories were flowing gently from his fingers, as if every time he turned a page, everything in the past was slowly passed over in the old man's mind like a movie.

The past has passed, when older people recall the past, those pasts are like a play they watched, and the old man who recalled, uncontrollably, will often play and play in his own memories, because he poured all his feelings into his past experience, all his self, he grew up in the experience, grew old in the years, those times with his lover, it seems that every scene is beautiful and unreal, the old man has told his children and grandchildren countless times the story of him and his wife, It's as if my wife has always been there, and she just has something to do for a while and will come back soon.

Mu Jinchen looked at it for a long time, and saw the tears in the corners of the old man's eyes falling on the album, dripping on his hands that were highlighted because of his thinness......

Mu Jinchen shouted softly, "Grandpa-"

"Chen'er, are you back?" When Mu Baichuan saw Mu Jinchen, his old face was immediately like a cosmos blooming in autumn, smiling like a flower.

"Come, come here, come to Grandpa."

"Grandpa, do you miss grandma?" Mu Jinchen asked softly.

Mu Baichuan's old hand wiped the corners of his eyes and looked at his grandson kindly, "It's not that I want to, she is already living in my heart." Come, come here, take a look with me, and by the way, tell you the details of the traditional wedding, although it is mainly Lan'er in Zhangluo, but you also need to know something. ”

The old man's heart is like a mirror, and when Mu Jinchen comes back alone, he naturally has something to ask him.

Xu is that his wedding with Wushuang is approaching, and his grandfather, who is like an old urchin, never shy away from showing affection in front of his children and grandchildren, and telling about his past with his grandmother.

But he had never been so out of shape, and he cried silently, but he had never seen it, and he was a little distressed when he saw Mu Jinchen.

When Mu Jinchen walked to Mu Baichuan's side, Aunt Rong had already moved another rattan chair and put it down, so she left with a smile.

"The love between me and your grandmother, that is revolutionary love, indestructible. But she will always complain to me coquettishly, and when she got married, she didn't perform six ceremonies, so she simply married her. Although she has lived a lifetime with Hemeimei, in her heart, she feels that she is owed to her after all. Some of the deficits can be made up later, but some of the debts cannot be made up for in the rest of your life after that time......"

Maybe it's because Mu Jinchen and Wushuang's marriage date is getting closer and closer, Mu Baichuan is infected, and he also recalls his plain but loyal love, and maybe there are regrets.

Mu Jinchen was a little distracted by his grandfather's old and reminiscent voice, and a peerless figure appeared in his mind, she looked back and smiled, and warmed his whole world, his peerless deserves the best, and he can't leave the slightest regret.

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