Ivanqiu got up and was about to go back to the house when he was seen by his grandfather who was leaving the house.

Yi Shicai asked in that low, obviously different voice that was a little sleepy in the past: "Qiu, are you free in the afternoon?"

Grandpa's voice was obviously mixed with expectation. Ivanqiu turned around and saw that Grandpa was no longer as strong as before. He looked a little bloated, and even his back was slightly hunched.

I couldn't help but feel sad. Looking at this man who had sheltered me from the wind and rain countless times, or the man who had been worried about his own affairs, was hundreds of times stronger than his nominal father.

When I was a child and even when I was an old man, Ivanqiu respected and admired him the most.

In my impression, my grandfather has never been so haggard. Even if he had any back and leg pain in the past, he always looked like he was chatting and laughing. But now, he is completely different overnight.

Widths of sadness spread in his heart.

Ivanqiu replied seriously and respectfully: "Grandpa, I'm fine."

Grandpa looked at each other for a moment, and grandpa saw the anxiety in Ivanqiu's eyes. From the eyes of his haggard cheeks, he struggled out a faint smile, a hint of brightness.

Grandpa was silent for a moment and said slightly, "I feel a little uncomfortable."

Just one sentence, too many serious explanations do not match the acquaintances, and Ivanqiu and grandpa are the acquaintances of each other.

Grandpa just replied casually, and Ivanqiu saw it all.

Ivanqiu replied immediately: "Wait for me."

Grandpa held the door railing and looked at Ivanqiu who quickly flashed into the house opposite. He breathed a last breath with his chest, and his whole body quickly recovered from his tired expression.

Since Ivanqiu was arrested, during the days when he was running around, his body began to get a little overwhelmed, and it was obvious that he was really old.

When he got home, he had been lying at home for several days and nights. At first, he thought he just didn't have enough rest and was not sleeping, but after a few days of rest, he still didn't get any improvement.

In addition, living alone, every time in the middle of the night, I always dream of strange figures, or faces that have passed away for many years.

The whole person is tired and anxious by this nightmare.

During the day, I occasionally take some medicinal wine I prepared myself and drink it for a few sips, but I still have no signs of improvement.

When I woke up this morning, I found that my thin fingers were obviously bigger and became smooth and bright on weekdays.

From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, it is not conducive to the accumulation of water liquid.

Ivanqiu carefully pulled out the silver needle and sterilized it after it was roasted and disinfected. He gently pricked his grandfather's arms everywhere. Serum floated out of the skin like soybeans.

When I was young, I followed my grandfather and Ivanqiu was very skilled in using needle angles to use these techniques.

It was about afternoon, and Ivanqiu had already helped his grandfather with it.

So I stayed at my grandfather's house to cook and chop firewood. My grandfather's room was not big, with simple tables and chairs, and old-fashioned wooden doors.

This is a small wooden house where my grandfather and grandma have lived together for most of their lives, and even when they left.

When I was a child, I often heard my grandfather mention the situation when I met a young grandmother back then, and a faint smile always appeared on my face.

In grandfather's report, grandma is a virtuous wife and a good mother-in-law in mother's mouth. Her image has become the most unforgettable existence in the previous generation of elderly people.

Ivanqiu had dinner with his grandfather in the evening and walked out of his grandfather's house. Heavy and complicated emotions occupied his entire mind.

Although before saying goodbye to my grandfather, the old man still said: "Don't worry about me, you'll get better after a few days of rest."

The tone was faint and it seemed that I didn't care much.

Ivanqiu walked out of the square and gradually felt relieved.

After all, I have never encountered grandpa yelling and yelling in pain before, but after simple treatment, I often recover.

Ivanqiu lay on the stone, holding a dog's tail grass in his mouth, looking at the stars in the sky, thinking about some beautiful things.

"Then can you sing?"

"What?"

"Can you sing the clouds in my hometown?"

The singing hummed softly, as the fireflies in the sky seemed to have brought him back to that night of the first date.

It is unforgettable when you are moved by your heart, and there is still some nostalgia.

The boy murmured with his hands on his head, "I don't know how you are now?"

Then he subconsciously looked at Huaihua Village.

Love is always a bit mysterious and a little beautiful.

Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai's two-way match, Romeo and Juliet met too late, and Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo's life and death are with each other. This is probably the most fantastic adventure story in people's pursuit of love.

Young men and women have never stopped chasing or even yearning for such stories. Ivanqiu was thinking about a beautiful plot that was about to be extended to, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was more or less hope for the future.

Flipped over the stone and stood up, whistling cheerfully.

There was a person not far away, attracted by the whistle here.

At this time, he was still having a lot of fun chats with young men and women from time to time. Ivanqiu sat alone on the stone slab and walked over.

"Hey, are you in a good mood?" Iwanda sat over.

On weekdays, Iwanda would occasionally come out to sit down or chat with some young people who could chat with him.

Often, single men talk about topics around them. Girls from a certain village, family and family have bigger breasts and smaller butts, and which one has more even appearance.

Look at her pink and soft little mouth, if..., look at her delicate little face..., and the ones in the next village are easier to talk to, or the ones in the village are more conservatively discussed, which are the topics they are most interested in.

Young people, especially those single dogs, always like to gather together and use their imaginations and imaginations when they have nothing to do. For example, if a girl from a village likes you, she will secretly hand you a note with the time and date place, and then it will be gone.

Now that Iwanda has a girlfriend, she naturally doesn’t like to waste time on nonsense topics like this. It’s okay to listen to it occasionally and enjoy it.

As for joining it, it is absolutely impossible. After all, my uncle is still there. If this is the last rumors to the future parents' ears, he will suffer.

Ivanqiu glanced at Ivanda and echoed: "There are not so many, so sad and depressed."

What he said was indeed reasonable. Iwanda did not refute, but instead pulled Zhu Yeqing from his pocket sideways, took a deep breath of cigarettes on fire, squinted his eyes and looked at Iwanqiu in a tentative tone: "Have you settled for life?"

Before he said this, he had already heard something about Ivanqiu and Li Simeng from the singles.

Obviously, in this not-so-large village, there is nothing new that cannot be hidden from the crowd.

Occasionally after dinner, there are always a few who become the disseminators of the topic.

Ivanqiu didn't mind similar questions. You can know it if you know it. No matter how ugly a wife is, she always has to see her mother, let alone a great beauty.
Chapter completed!