C579 (1/2)

”Tilt, it's really you.” When grandma saw the most precious granddaughter, she was shocked to disbelief. Finally, she accepted the fact with joy, ”come on, come on in. How can you come back so late? Have you eaten? Grandma will do it for you. ”

Ye Jiaqing wanted to say no, but her stomach gave out a groan, so she had to say,” grandma, go to sleep, I'll do it myself. ”

”You won't. I'll come. You'll sit outside.”

In the countryside, ye Jiaqing really can't do it. When she was a child, she had a fire and almost set the kitchen on fire. Since then, her grandmother refused to let her into the kitchen. When she was a child, she secretly enjoyed it. Now, she stands at the door, watching the white haired old lady cook for her life in the middle of the night. Her eyes are red again, and I really want to say no more.

But the old lady had already skillfully burned the fire, and took a few native eggs out and said to her, ”make your favorite fried rice with eggs for you, OK?”

”Good.” Ye Jia leans sour nose, afraid to continue to stay, he can't help crying, so he turned his head to wait outside.

Her grandmother lived alone, and her sons and daughters all moved to big cities. No one wanted to stay in such rural areas. Ye Jiaqing seldom came back in recent years. The old house in my memory was well managed by her grandmother, but she was always old, and there were still some leaks in several places.

There is no tap outside, only a well. Her grandmother still wants to draw water by herself. Ye Jia turns around and feels really sad. As they grow older, they care less and less about the elderly.

She was sitting on the cane chair in the yard. When she was a child, she took a nap here. When she was a child, her grandmother played a leaf fan for her and shook her. Recalling the past, her heart was even softer. Seeing the old lady walking towards her with a bowl of egg fried rice, she was no longer as vigorous and agile as before, but began to falter. She could not help but feel sad Tears were streaming down my face.

The old lady saw it, and immediately became anxious: ”tilt, what's the matter? Why do you cry? Is there someone bullying you outside? Tell Grandma, don't be afraid, there's grandma.”

Raising a child is one hundred years old. No matter what we become or how old we are, in the eyes of our parents and elders, we will always be children.

Ye Jiaqing's mood was greatly fluctuated. However, she didn't want to worry her grandmother. So she hugged the old lady's body and shook her head: ”grandma, I'm ok. I haven't seen you for too long. I'm happy. I'm hungry. I'll eat first.”

”Well, you child, how can you still be the same as when you were a child? Come on, eat quickly.”

With chopsticks, ye Jia devoured her food. Her grandmother kept telling her, ”eat slowly. No one grabs from you. Eat slowly.”

”You eat, and I'll make the bed and quilt for your room.”

”OK, thank you, grandma.”

It's too late today, and the old lady has the habit of going to bed early. So she doesn't recall the old days when she has finished making the quilt for ye Jiaqing, so she drives her to bed.

She was in the yard. After eating, she washed the dishes and went back to her room.

The furniture in the room is very old. It used to look very ugly, but now it is full of time.