Chapter 1261 (1/2)

Sang Lan ruo's voice suppressed the excitement.

In fact, it's not only her, but also the moqingge that she pulls.

Soon, Mu Xiong's voice came from the courtyard door. ”Who comes to see me, the old man? In addition to the Shao family, who else? Hum

Mu Xiong's voice is as strong as ever.

Mu light song heard, suddenly feel a sour nose, almost cry out on the spot. ”Grandfather...”

Sang Lan turns her eyes and looks at Xiangmu light song, with a little heartache and helplessness in her eyes. ”After you leave, xiaopang will come back to see us as soon as he is free, saying that he wants to do his filial piety for you.”

Mu light song took a deep breath and pressed back the emotion of the inner surging, and nodded his head. In his heart, he said, ”Shao Pang is a real brother!”

They passed through the gate and entered the courtyard of muxiong.

Courtyard, everywhere is green, as if this cold winter, did not affect here. As soon as you come in, muqingge feels a warm feeling.

”Your grandfather has been concentrating on flowers and plants all these years. So a few years ago, Yi Chen went to make some warm jade and spread it around the yard. Even in winter, it will be very warm here and will not affect the flowers and plants. ” Sang Lan Ruo explained in a low voice in Mu Qingge's ear.

Mu Qingge lightly points the jaw head, in this full of green, vigorous yard, found that familiar, is bending down in the flowers and plants of the generous back.

He is still the same as in memory, even if his temples are dyed with frost, his back is still straight and unyielding.

The soul of Mujia will not disappear with the increase of age, but will become more and more mellow like liquor!

Mulberry blue if let go of Mu light song's hand, oneself slowly backward a few steps. Mu light song put light feet, slowly walked to Mu Xiong behind, in only a few feet away from him to stop. ”Grandpa, I'm back.”

Bang Dang!

The shovel of loose soil falls off the ground, mu Qingge obviously feels a stiff spine of Mu Xiong.

For a long time, mu Xiongcai turned around and looked at Xiangmu Qingsong with a stiff face. In his eyes, excited and inexplicable, but did not show, just calm said: ”Oh, back. It's just about time for dinner. ”

That tone, like mu Qingge, is only half a day away from home.

”Well.” Mu Qingge tried to hold back the choking and nodded. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself. ”Grandfather, I'll help you.”

”Good.” Mu Xiong nodded.

The two grandparents, without a long time to see each other crying, no sensational picture, calm like mu Qingge has never left.

They buried themselves in the flowers and plants carefully cultivated by muxiong, playing with them attentively.

What mu Qingge doesn't understand, Mu Xiong teaches patiently. He taught it carefully, just like when mu Qingge was very young, he held him on his lap and taught her to recognize each word.

Mu Qingge feels a little strange, according to reason, she will not have such a memory. Because, her memory before the age of 15 comes from the true murmurong narration. She will not know what she has not mentioned.

However, at this moment, it seems that her childhood memory is so inexplicable. She is the real muqingge!

After hearing the news, Mu Liancheng and Mu Yichen's father and son arrived in a hurry and saw such a picture of peace, tranquility and happiness.

Sang Lan Ruo stood aside and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes with her handkerchief. She whispered to the father and son who had just arrived: ”we don't want to disturb them.”

In this family, mu Qingge and Mu Xiong's feelings are undoubtedly the deepest.

No one bothered them, until dinner time, Sang Lan Ruo called. Coming out of the flowers, Mu Yichen immediately serves Mu Xiong to wash his hands and change his clothes.