This morning, it started to rain outside the window.
Ning Youguang got up and went downstairs, where he found his grandfather sitting on the sofa arrogantly.
She reached over and sat down next to her aunt.
"Grandpa, what's wrong?" she asked softly.
Xie Haitang, who was quietly drinking morning tea on the sofa, pursed his lips, smiled and said nothing, and just glanced to the side.
Ning Youguang followed her gaze and saw a big black cat curled up into a ball on the corner cabinet not far away and burying its head.
"Xiaoxiao got into trouble?" she continued to ask softly.
"Early in the morning, I broke an antique vase that your grandpa collected." Xie Haitang said softly.
Ning Youguang glanced at his grandfather secretly, "No wonder he's so angry."
Xie Haitang nodded, "No, I was so angry just now that I wanted to beat it."
Xia Rong was sitting not far from them, staring and adjusting her emotions. Of course, she also heard the conversation between her eldest daughter-in-law and her granddaughter.
He took a deep breath, "But I can't, because this is a cat, this is a cat..." After a long pause, he held his heart: "It doesn't know the value of antiques, my biggest
The mistake was that I shouldn’t have placed the vase where it could be broken. The vase was already broken. Apart from stopping the loss in time, could I really beat it up and send it to the hospital, or make myself so angry that I got a stomachache or a heart attack?
Isn’t that even less cost-effective? I’m not that stupid.”
He stood up, and Ning Youguang was ready to help him.
He waved his hand and refused, "I'm going to the study to practice calligraphy for a while."
…
Wait until Xia Rong leaves.
Xie Haitang and Ning Youguang said: "Your grandfather's anger has almost disappeared after he finished writing."
Seeing her aunt acting like she was used to it, Ning Youguang breathed a sigh of relief, "Does Xiaoxiao often get into trouble at home?"
"No, it broke several antique vases at home." Xie Haitang recalled the damage Xiaoxiao had done at home over the years.
Ning Youguang felt a headache and rubbed his temples, "Isn't that a heavy loss?"
Xie Haitang took out a clean cup from the tea tray and poured her a cup of tea. "It's okay. After breaking it a few times, we put away all the antique vases at home. The ones now in the house are ordinary ones."
porcelain."
"The one Xiaoxiao hit today?" Ning Youguang asked doubtfully.
"Your grandpa took it out of the cabinet to read it last night, put it on the table and forgot to put it back, so he got another one smashed by Xiaoxiao." Xie Haitang explained with a chuckle.
After receiving it in the cabinet, I often can’t help but take it out to admire. How much do you like it?!
Ning Youguang felt a little uncomfortable, "I must talk to it carefully today!"
Then he got up, walked to the corner table and picked up the big coal briquettes that buried his head.
…
Xiaoxiao is already a middle-aged cat. Because he eats too much and is fat, he is already a middle-aged salted fish cat that doesn't like to move.
Ning Youguang carried it to the room, put it on the quilt, then lay on the bed and started poking its head and reasoning with it.
Its attitude is very good. Wherever Ning Youguang puts it, it will stay there and listen to her instructions.
After so many years of pampering, it feels very secure and its temperament has become very good.
When Ning Youguang talked about it, it looked at her with a pair of green eyes and licked its fur from time to time.
Too soft.
Ning Youguang was really annoyed by it and lost his temper, so he had to grit his teeth and say, "I'll let your dad teach you a lesson."
…
When the phone rang, Shi Wangyue was catching up on her sleep.
He hates rainy days, so much so that every time it rains, he can't help but feel the air pressure drop, because the dark clouds above his head and the noise of raindrops hitting the ground in his ears will make him feel as if he is being swallowed by the darkness, unable to do anything.
Control gives rise to a suffocating feeling of depression.
Therefore, after waking up in the early morning and unable to sleep, he simply got up and concentrated on finishing all the work that needed to be done today.
When I finished, I just had breakfast.
The aunt downstairs came up to remind him to have breakfast, but he had no appetite.
After dismissing her quietly, he went to bed and covered his head to catch up on his sleep.
This morning, his ears were filled with the sound of raindrops hitting the window. He slept very poorly. At first, he was tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. After falling asleep, he was dreaming in a daze.
In a dream.
He was in a pitch-black abyss, falling and falling for a long time, but below was a bottomless abyss, the ground where he could not fall no matter what.
Finally, with some skill, he was able to stand firm on the edge of the abyss with his bare hands and climb up step by step.
However, no matter how hard he climbed up, there would always be unknown resistance along the way, pushing him down into the abyss.
The sleep was so exhausting that he couldn't breathe.
When his cell phone rang, he opened his eyes suddenly and realized that it was a nightmare.
He didn't want the people in the video to see how embarrassed he was when he woke up from the nightmare, so he turned the video call into a voice call.
"Little Wangyue." Ning Youguang's gentle voice came from the other party.
His heart suddenly relaxed, "Yes, you." His voice was low and hoarse.
"Sleeping?" Ning Youguang was stunned.
"Catching up on some sleep, I just woke up." He said in a gentle voice.
"I'm disturbing you." Ning Youguang's soft voice contained a little bit of self-blame.
"No, is something wrong?" he asked softly.
Ning Youguang told Shi Wangyue that Xiaoxiao had broken his grandfather's antique vase early in the morning, and that he had heard from his eldest aunt about the countless events that Xiaoxiao had committed at home over the years.
Shi Wangyue leaned on the pillow and listened patiently to the other party's chattering voice. Suddenly, she felt that the sound of rain in her ears had disappeared.
At this moment, the only sound in his world was the voice of the person on the other end of the phone.
"I can't help it. I can't understand your son. You can come whenever you are free." Ning Youguang gave the final explanation.
Hearing "son", Shi Wangyue's breathing stagnated, then he smiled and said, "Okay, I'll do it." 1314
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