Yuan Qingling's whole body was shaken immediately, and the unreal feeling in his head became more obvious. He held the armrests of the chair with both hands. Tears were rolling in his eyes, and he did not dare to look back. He was afraid that if he looked back, his hopes would be in vain.
Over the past year, she has had this dream too many times. She dreamed that her grandma and mother were calling her, but as long as she responded, they would disappear.
She knew that being able to meet was a ridiculous fantasy and extravagant thought. Maybe it would be good to have such a dream and be able to meet.
The sound of the bead curtain fell silent, her footsteps moved gently, and she saw a touch of cyan clothes rising in her lowered eyes, casting a shadow, blocking her sight.
An old hand reached out tremblingly and stroked her hair gently, sighing softly. "Grandma thought she would never see you again in this life."
Yuan Qingling slowly raised her head and looked through her tears. The familiar face came into view, unclear and watery. But it was an outline imprinted in her heart, which could be recognized at a glance.
Tears finally fell from her eyes. When she stood up, her legs felt weak. She knelt down, hugged her grandma's legs, and cried bitterly, "Grandma!"
The homesickness and grievances that had accumulated in her heart for a year broke out at this moment. She cried for a long time without making a sound. Her throat seemed to be filled with something, which made her heart sore and painful.
Grandma Yuan couldn't stop crying either. She slowly knelt down and hugged Yuan Qingling, patting her back gently, "Okay, don't cry anymore, don't cry anymore."
How could Yuan Qingling stop crying? All the suffering he had experienced in the past year, and every tear he had not shed easily, seemed to have been vented at this time.
It was the old lady who spoke again, "Your grandma is not in good health and can't stay with you squatting like this. Get up quickly."
Only then did Yuan Qingling stop crying. She just looked up and saw her grandma's face, but her tears still couldn't stop flowing down. She helped her grandma up and asked her to sit down. She knelt down again and kowtowed nine times. He was so tall that it made Grandma Yuan feel distressed. She stretched out her hand to support her and said in a choked voice: "Okay, are you going to cry to death, Grandma? Grandma's old bones can't stand the stimulation."
Yuan Qingling held her hand and wiped her tears with the other hand, crying and asking: "Why are you here? Why are you here? Am I dreaming again? Grandma, are you serious?"
Grandma Yuan wiped her tears gently. Yuan Qingling's words made the old lady feel very sad, especially when she said she must have been dreaming again. This one was like a sharp sword inserted into her heart, which made her heartache. He was speechless for a long time and just wiped her tears blindly.
The old lady stood up with a smile and said, "Okay, you two, grandma and grandson, will have a good time together first, and we will talk later."
Although Yuan Qingling didn't know the identity of the old lady, she had an intuition that the old lady must have helped her if she came, so she quickly stood up and saluted the old lady and said with a tearful voice: "Yuan Qingling, thank you so much for your kindness." Virtue!"
The old lady smiled at her and said, "No thanks, talk to your grandma."
After saying that, she walked out with the old nanny.
There was no one else in the room. Yuan Qingling held Grandma Yuan's hand and looked at it dreamily. She cried for a while and then laughed again. She felt as if she was flying on the clouds, which was extremely unreal.
After Grandma Yuan wiped away her tears, she asked her to sit down and asked seriously: "Is he good to you?"
Yuan Qing nodded hurriedly, "Okay, he is very good to me."