Slowly holding her with one hand, Yi Xiangxi stood up, looking very calm and relaxed, with a hint of gratitude and relief. Yes, it was only now that he knew that the grudge between himself and Qiao Xiaomai had finally ended.
!
She finally let go of the hatred in her heart.
"Dad, grandma is so beautiful."
Even children have the ability to appreciate beauty. They have simple elegance and youthful appearance. There were no artificial beauties in those days, so their beauty is so natural and so pleasing to the eye. People can be so beautiful without any makeup or makeup.
.I can only say that beauty is really something you are born with.
Yi Xiangxi laughed, all the bitterness in his stomach was swept away. He held the child's hand and his voice was surprisingly gentle: "Look, you look similar to grandma, so you are also very beautiful."
The child tilted his head and looked at the photo seriously, saying seriously, "But she is so young. Grandma is very old, so why is she so young and beautiful?"
In the eyes of children, how can a young and beautiful woman be a grandmother?
This time, it was Qiao Xiaomai who answered her gently: "That's because grandma passed away very early."
"Why did grandma die so early? What disease did she have? Was she not cured at that time?"
Yi Xiangxi smiled slightly: "Back then, medicine was underdeveloped, and many people got sick and had no way to treat them. Now that it's better, and medicine is developed, people won't get so sick and die so early."
The child nodded innocently: "Yes, I understand. What a pity. If only grandma could live to this day, it would be better, and dad would have money to treat her."
"Yes, as long as people can live to this day, there will always be some hope. Okay, Xiaobai, it's time for us to visit the graves of our grandparents."
"Okay."
The drizzle had stopped long ago, and the curve ahead was slightly slippery. Yi Xiangxi simply carried the child on his back. The child happily hugged his neck and looked back at Qiao Xiaomai: "Sister Mai, this is more comfortable than walking."
Qiao Xiaomai burst out laughing, of course. Who would want to walk if someone can carry him?
"Dad, you have to carry me on your back every day."
"Of course, Dad hopes that he can still carry me Xiaobai when he is eighty years old."
The child hugged his neck and giggled.
Far away, Qiao Maimai stopped first. Yi Xiangxi also stopped, and then put down the child.
In front of Mr. Qiao's grave, green smoke was already filling the air. Paper money was floating away like butterflies, including traditional scented wax paper money, gold ingots, etc... There was a man standing there, quietly, as if in deep thought.
The child asked curiously: "Who is that? Why did he burn money paper for grandpa?"
Yi Xiangxi glanced at Qiao Xiaomai, she nodded to him, and Yi Xiangxi took the child and strode over.
Jiang Heng looked at the family of three very calmly, with the expression on his face not changing at all. He also greeted them first, very kindly, just like the familiar elder in the past: "Mai Ma, you are here."
Qiao Xiaomai saluted solemnly: "Thank you, uncle. We are all late."
The one who answered her was Jiang Yixing next to her, "Yes, you are indeed a little late."
Jiang Yixing was also surprisingly calm. The way he looked at her, Yi Xiangxi's eyes, and even Xiaobai's eyes - they were all so calm, truly like friends from many years ago.
Yi Xiangxi took a step forward: "Thank you Mr. Jiang and Mr. Jiang for sweeping my father-in-law's grave."