Chapter 770 She is the only one who remembers them
Xiaomi held up Mu Yunhan's hand and exhaled hard, her face turned red with distress: "Don't scold her, why are you still looking after her? Look what's happened to your hands?"
The nails on that hand are already blue and I don’t know how to deal with the pain.
"I asked for it myself." Mu Yunhan hid his hands in his sleeves and said to Aunt Guihua in a pleasant manner: "Auntie, my hand hurts so much. Can you give me some cold water to soak it in?"
Aunt Osmanthus Osmanthus is very old, too old to judge many things, and too old to be afraid of everything.
She got out of the way in fear, looked at them in fear, and did not dare to speak, for fear that they would make her pay for medical expenses and cause trouble for her.
Xiaomi calmed down and felt that it was wrong to lose his temper to such an old grandma. He quickly put on a smile and said, "Mommy, did I scare you? Don't argue with me."
Aunt Guihua said nothing, looked at them, suddenly raised her head and bowed to the sky, closed her eyes and muttered something.
Bai Wuwei gently closed the door, blocking the prying eyes from outside.
People live so densely that the slightest movement cannot be hidden. In just a short while, someone has already opened the door and looked around.
Mu Yunhan clasped his hands and looked at everything in the yard with excitement.
Because there was no one to take care of them, the trees blocked the sky and the sun, and the ground was overgrown with weeds. Those few houses had experienced wind and rain and were crumbling.
The only thing that grew the best was the golden osmanthus tree in the middle of the yard, with gold-like flowers covering the branches and blooming brightly.
This sweet-scented osmanthus tree was planted by my grandmother when she was young.
Since sweet-scented osmanthus does not grow well in the north, the sweet-scented osmanthus was grafted onto the tassel tree. This one survived out of ten trees.
From then on, she had osmanthus cakes and osmanthus candies to eat.
This is the smell of grandma.
"Old grandma, how much does your sweet-scented osmanthus tree cost?"
Mu Yunhan wanted to take care of Aunt Guihua, but he knew not to reach out for no reason, otherwise it would attract too much attention.
The best way is to buy this sweet-scented osmanthus tree, which is a matter of course.
Aunt Guihua suddenly opened her eyes, and the gaze in her cloudy eyes was extremely sharp.
She used all her strength and shouted angrily: "I won't sell it! I won't sell it even if I die! I'll kill you as soon as possible! Get out!"
Mu Yunhan was startled, and then he was pushed hard and walked out.
Xiaomi wanted to step forward to help, but was frightened by Mu Yunhan's glare, so she had to soften her voice: "Old grandma, have you misunderstood something? If it doesn't sell, it won't be sold. Let's talk it over."
But Aunt Guihua sat down on the ground and cried: "You bad guys who eat people without spitting out their bones, my Sufen, my Han'er..."
Sufen is the name of Mu Yunhan's grandmother. As for Han'er, she naturally refers to the deceased Han'er.
Mu Yunhan was stunned and tears flowed out for no reason.
Everyone in this world has forgotten them. Only such an old man, whose mind is no longer clear, still remembers them.
Someone banged the door hard: "Open the door, open the door, what are you doing? Don't bully others!"
This is a man's voice.
"Grandma, grandma, don't be afraid, we are coming in right now."
This is a woman's voice.
"Old lady, old lady, don't cry, I'll help you beat the bad guys."
This is a child's voice.
In addition, there are various miscellaneous voices: "If you don't open the door, we will break down the door!"
Mu Yunhan almost wanted to cry.
After so many years, the neighbors have not forgotten their promise and have been taking care of Aunt Guihua. (To be continued)