The sky was getting dirt. The fine raindrops hit the glass, like the tears of the bystanders.

"Yinyin doesn't cry."

"Grandma hid something delicious for Yinyin."

Grandma groped under the pillow for a while, took out a milk candy and handed it to Chen Fanyin.

The old man was full of surprise and doting, holding Chen Fanyin's little face like coaxing a child, and his rough hands wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, making her smile so that her eyes were bent into crescent moons.

"It's Xiao Yinyin's favorite candy!"

Grandma held Chen Fanyin in one hand, peeled off the candy paper with some effort, and fed it to Chen Fanyin's mouth.

The rich milk fragrance spread between her lips and teeth, which was the familiar smell of her childhood.

When she was a child, she had bad teeth. During the dental change period, Ms. Chen strictly prohibited her from eating candy. Whenever she looked at the envious children of other people's children, her grandmother would always take out a piece of milk candy from her pocket to give it to her, then hold her little hand and stroll around until she finished eating the candy before taking her home.

At that time, she thought that there was endless candy in her grandma's pocket.

Seeing that Chen Fanyin's tears could not be stopped, grandma was anxious: "What's wrong with Yinyin? Is this piece of candy not delicious? I'm almost vomiting, grandma will give you something else."

She said that and turned around and flipped over the pillow.

Chen Fanyin grabbed her hand and shook her head gently: "Grandma, the candy is delicious...really."

It's not Candy's fault, it's her problem.

When I grew up, the sugar was no longer sweet.

Grandma was stopped by her and looked at her blankly. After a while, she slapped her forehead: "Yinyin is unhappy, let's go, Grandma will take you to buy beautiful clothes."

She secretly covered her pocket and whispered: "Grandma is rich, buy Yinyin the most beautiful little skirt."

She said she was leaving, and Chen Fanyin was so scared that she didn't even dare to shed tears. She hurriedly held her down: "Grandma, I'm fine, it's really okay. We won't go buy clothes, don't go."

"How can that work?" Grandma frowned and rubbed Chen Fanyin's head with distress, "Don't listen to your mother, grandma is rich, rich!"

She emphasized that she was rich and ignored Chen Fanyin's refusal and was about to get out of bed.

Just when Shen Fanyin was about to ring the bell and call the doctor, Jing Zeheng pushed the door and came in.

Seeing the situation in the ward, he immediately came forward and held his grandmother's arm on the other side: "Don't be anxious, slow down."

"Brother, don't let grandma go out, I'm called..."

"Hey?" Grandma looked at Jing Zeheng, frowned in confusion, and then smiled, "It's Zeheng."

Chen Fanyin: “…?”

The old man’s memory was still the same as when she was a child, why did he recognize Jing Zeheng again now?

Grandma looked at Jing Zeheng with a smile, held his hand and asked, "You came with Yinyin? Why didn't you come in just now?"

After a pause, grandma frowned and her expression became a little stern: "Are you quarreling?"

Chen Fanyin was confused and sat by the bed at a loss, forgetting what to react.

Jing Zeheng held her grandmother's arm and let her sit down. He looked at Chen Fanyin's slightly red eyes, and then said, "There is no quarrel. She misses you, so come first."

"That's how it is," Grandma breathed a sigh of relief, turned to Chen Fanyin and said seriously, "Yinyin, you must get along well with Zeheng, so don't make a child's temper."

Chen Fanyin: "Uh..."

She was confused, her mind was blank, and her sadness was diluted.

Grandma looked at Jing Zeheng again and gave a serious instructor: "Zeheng, Yinyin is young, you can take care of her. If she says the wrong thing and does the wrong thing, you are not allowed to do anything with her."

Jing Zeheng nodded seriously: "Don't worry."

"Um."

Grandma smiled, grabbed them with one hand, and said in a very serious tone:

"Little couples are bound to get along with each other, so they need to be more tolerant of each other to go long-term!"

Chen Fanyin: "..."

Jing Zeheng: “…”

"Grandma! My door is not..."

"Okay, we've recorded it, don't worry."

Chen Fanyin's denial was interrupted by Jing Zeheng before he could even say it.

His big hand held her fingertips with his eyes as if he was making some vow.

Chen Fanyin looked at him in surprise, and the rich tenderness in his eyes hit her eyes.

If you deny it, you can't say it all the time.

"Brother, what do you think?"

Standing in the hospital garden, Chen Fanyin finally recovered. She held her hands together and asked him with a frown.

Jing Zeheng held up a large umbrella to block the fine and tangled raindrops and said to her: "Grandma is obviously confused. Instead of reasoning with her, it is better to follow her."

Chen Fanyin: "I think she was quite sober just now."

This is really not her illusion.

In the past hour, she and Jing Zeheng heard grandma tell all kinds of secrets for getting along with each other until they are old.

Clear and well-founded.

She didn't know how her grandmother, who had been widowed for 30 years, had such experience in this kind of thing, but she was sure that if her grandmother had not been sleepy after taking the medicine, her high theory would probably last for another two hours.

She looked at Jing Zeheng, pursed her lips slightly, and couldn't understand why he recognized him just now.

Faced with her suspicious eyes, Jing Zeheng was very calm: "If grandma is sober, will she advise you to be with me?"

When grandma is awake, she will only treat him as a negative example of finding a boyfriend to educate Chen Fanyin.

Chen Fanyin was stunned, and his eyes turned red unconsciously.

Seeing her instantly lost appearance, Jing Zeheng felt very distressed.

But she had to face and adapt to her grandmother's chaotic thinking and memory. Now she just couldn't remember their relationship, and she might not remember the way home in the future, or even she would be forgotten.

This is probably the most tormenting illness for the family.

Not fatal, but very harsh.

He raised his hand and wanted to hold her into his arms.

But she suddenly raised her head, and the tears in her eyes had dissipated.

Breathing the humid air, Chen Fanyin asked him: "Brother, are there any available rooms for sale in the community where your apartment is located?"

Chen Fanyin, who had just said that he would think about it, suddenly made a decision, which made Jing Zeheng a little confused.

He didn't answer, put down his hand, looking at her eyes with inquiries.

Chen Fanyin lowered her eyes and smiled slightly, pulled away her hair that was splattered by the wind, sighed and said, "At least, it's not a terminal illness. Fortunately, I have made a lot of money recently, but I'm not an office worker."

Listening to her self-comfort, Jing Zeheng suddenly remembered what she said she would be the fastest cub to step on a sewing machine.

She is the strongest child he has ever seen.

He rubbed her head gently and said, "I'll ask Cheng Ye to pay attention to you. If there is a house for sale, I'll take you to see it."

"Okay, thank you brother." Chen Fanyin asked again, "How much does the housing price there?"

Jing Zeheng could not hide this kind of thing that could be known by just calling the agent, so he could only tell her truthfully: "About 100,000."

Chen Fanyin: “…!”

"When did the housing prices in Ancheng become so crazy?"

"Don't the developer's conscience hurt? Oh yes, they don't have this thing, it's me that I'm rude."

Mr. Jing, the developer who was suddenly scolded, was speechless.
Chapter completed!