Chapter 675 : God Deleted Format: That Boy's Back View
Xiao Youyou's grandfather and grandmother lived on the hillside of Qinalin Mountain. Unexpectedly, this place was not the luxurious villa I imagined, but more like Belin Garden, a natural Thai-style wooden house.
And there are many small houses like this nearby, which seem to be the retirement homes of some celebrities and aristocrats.
A park for entertainment, a pond for fishing, a stone table for playing chess... there should be only
There are also cleaners, so they won’t pollute the natural environment.
As soon as I got off the car, the luxurious villa I imagined was more like Belin Villa, a natural Thai wooden house.
And there are many small houses like this nearby, which seem to be the retirement homes of some celebrities and aristocrats.
A park for entertainment, a pond for fishing, a stone table for playing chess... there should be only
There are also cleaners, so they won’t pollute the natural environment.
As soon as "Grandpa" entered the door, Youyou rushed into the arms of an old grandfather with eyes.
"My dear grandson," the old man picked up little Youyou and smiled lovingly.
"Grandpa" Mom seemed to be very familiar with Grandpa, and she greeted him with a smile.
"Ah Yin, I haven't seen you for a year and you still look so young." The old man chuckled, but it was the old woman who came out from behind who spoke. The old woman took my mother's hand and was not that enthusiastic about my aunt.
"Happy New Year to Grandpa and Grandma." I was still thinking about the young man's back when I suddenly received a signal from my mother, and I greeted the two old people with a smile.
It turns out that my mother, the mahjong god, knows so many people. I really don’t know how many secrets there are in her world.
"Dad, Mom, she is Qingqing." The aunt came in carrying the supplements for the old man and blended in harmoniously.
"Qingqing, such a big girl." The kindness on the old lady's face reminded me of Grandma Liu. I remember that the first red envelope I received during the Chinese New Year was given by Grandma Liu.
Although it is only ten yuan, I have been holding on to it for a long time since I was a child and was reluctant to spend it. I wonder if Grandma Liu’s family is reunited now and she is happily holding her grandson!
I smiled brightly at everyone, but the image of that boy in my mind always lingered around me.
Is he alone? Then will he also set off fireworks by himself, eat by himself, watch Chinese New Year programs by himself, and will anyone give him a red envelope? These many strange thoughts are making him laugh.