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"Grandpa Su, you're here!"

In the past ten days of getting along, the relationship between this little girl has also improved with him, calling him very intimate, always calling Grandpa Su Grandpa Su, and Su Changqing's old face is about to smile like a chrysanthemum.

I always feel like I have an extra great-granddaughter.

It's flattering.

Because these days, because of this little girl named Fang Wanwan, even the nephew of this white boss has a growing relationship with him.

The white fox turned his head and saw the blue-clothed girl on the side calling Grandpa Su, and glanced at Su Changqing hesitantly, it was the first time in these days that he called Grandpa Su, but his tone was a little reluctant.

Su Changqing didn't care, just smiled at him, and walked back to the staff lounge with the erhu.

"What are you doing!"

Seeing that the curtain was lowered, Fang Wanwan glared at him, as if she was very dissatisfied with his attitude.

"Don't you think it's weird......"

The little fox whispered, pointed to the little girl in blue in front of him, and then pointed to himself.

"You're over two hundred years old...... And I'm 300 years old......"

After he finished speaking, his right hand first made a "two" gesture, and then a "three" gesture.

And he ...... It's younger than the two of us......"

When the little girl heard this, she felt a little weak, but she still held on, glared at him fiercely, and then slapped him on the head.

"It's, it's just that you talk a lot!"

The white fox was hit on the head, touched his head aggrievedly, and inadvertently swept his eyes to the front desk, but found that the white boss sitting inside was still drinking tea slowly, as if he saw his sight, he stretched out his right hand holding the teacup, saluted him gently, and then showed a fox smile like nothing.

The little fox was suddenly a little indignant, he looked at the other party's low smile, as if he regarded his head as the other party's face, rubbed his brain shell viciously, and then snorted dissatisfiedly, picked up the plate again, and walked into the kitchen.

......

Su Changqing stood inside, heard that there was no sound outside, and unconsciously thought of the two children outside in his mind, and the corners of his mouth rose a little.

He watched the two children play around, and always felt that his Shaoguang was still there.

He looked at the curtain that was slightly fanned by the wind, looked down and smiled, then took out a book from his clothes, lifted the curtain, walked out of the staff lounge, found a place by the window and sat down, and then looked at the sunlight outside the window and quietly looked at the book.

The white pages were turned by a dry and blackened hand, making a "bang" sound, and he supported his chin with his other hand, looking at the tall and thin middle-aged man who was telling a story on the high platform, with a stunned look in his eyes, stunned.

And in front of his eyes, there seemed to be a blue figure shaking all the time, and these phantoms were like a thin veil, constantly floating in front of him.

Unconsciously, it reminded me of Su Qingmei.

He was thinking about it when he suddenly heard a crisp and pleasant female voice beside him.

"Grandpa Su, what are you doing?"

Su Changqing followed the voice and raised his head, only to find that it was Fang Wanwan, the little girl with a very sweet mouth.

"I'm ......"

He looked at her curious face and gently rubbed her head, but he smiled and told a little lie.

"I'm thinking about my great-grandson......"

Great-grandson......

Hearing these three words, Fang Wanwan closed her mouth and blinked her eyes, not knowing what to say.

For this old man Su's family, it is no secret in this town, because it is so old and comes to work, which is a very strange place.

Besides, this town is not very big, most people know all kinds of things in most people's homes here, after all, they are all relatives and relatives, and there are no big secrets here.

Therefore, most people can say a thing or two about this old man.

She has been here for a while, listening to other people's gossip, and she also knows something about the family situation of this old man Su.

The little girl pursed her mouth, waved her fists in indignation, and looked at the other party's distracted appearance, and always felt that her heart was so soft.

Although she is more than 300 years old, she is still well protected.

The boy doesn't know what it's like to be sad.

When Su Changqing came back to his senses, he saw him like this, and laughed a few times as if he was amused.

As soon as he stretched out his hand and touched her head, he saw that the storyteller on the high platform had finished telling the story at this moment, and was pacing to come down.

"It's too much......"

Hearing the little girl in front of him lightly pop out of his mouth with these words, he was stunned, and then he realized that this might be angry for him.

"What a good boy......"

A kind smile hung on his face, but underneath the smile, there was a slight sadness.

"Little girl, the first song of the day...... It's for you. ”

Su Changqing winked at her as if he was naughty, said in his mouth, smiled slightly, picked up the erhu under the table, and slowly walked towards the high platform.

"My ......?"

The little girl was stunned, looking at the old man's back in the distance, a little unclear.

And just between her doubts, Su Changqing's thin back had already appeared on the stage.

......

He walked slowly on the high platform, found a chair in the middle and sat down, and after a slight pause, the bow in his hand was gently raised, with a slightly monotonous syllable, and gradually floated from mid-air.

His eyes unconsciously looked at the ceiling above his head, and looking at the white light above, Su Changqing let out a long breath, as if he had exhaled some dim breath, and finally closed his eyes.

A melodious and slow tone sounded from the stage, and I don't know when, gradually, a feeling of loneliness surged from everyone's hearts.

Now the sun outside the window was still shining, and the bright light seemed to pierce the person in the next moment, but it was forced down by the melody of this voice, as if even the golden light was going to dim a little.

......

Fang Wanwan sat on the wooden chair in a daze, and moved slightly, and the chair under her made a slight "click" sound.

She listened with her chin dragged, and suddenly heard a few almost murmuring sounds reach her ears.

"Spring goes and autumn comes

The years go by

Wandering ......"

This voice was inaudible, and if she weren't a demon, she wouldn't have heard it.

The little girl was stunned, her eyes turned to the high platform, and she saw the old man sitting on it playing the piano, his lips squirming, but his eyes were heavy, as if he was telling his own memories.