Chapter 857
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The third day Yang Yunhai walked, it was a rainy day.
Grandma Yao hasn't woken up yet.
"When I first saw your grandmother, she held a baby just a few months old in her arms." Yaozhenjiang sat on the pier smoking a dry cigarette and said, "the child is thin and has been crying, and she also cries."
Yaozhenjiang is an orphan who grew up eating hundreds of meals.
If he hadn't been helped by the kind-hearted people in those days, he would have starved to death.
So he kindly called grandma Yao home and raised Yao Rumei with millet paste cooked in a small casserole.
At that time, Yao Rumei was not surnamed Yao, but followed his surname when his grandmother married him.
Grandma Yao hurt herself when she was young. It is said that she ate something she shouldn't eat, so the two have never had children.
When he was young, yaozhenjiang also wondered about grandma Yao's past, but every time she asked her, she didn't say anything, and then began to have nightmares at night.
Every nightmare is a few words coming and going.
What? No, don't come here!
What, run, miss, run!
Don't come here!
Then I woke up in a sweat from the nightmare. After waking up again, I didn't speak silently, and my expression seemed to recover to the time when I just met her first time.
It's painful to be on the verge of collapse.
Later, after a long time together, he stopped asking.
What about the past?
Just live the life in front of you now.
He has already owned her, and the previous things are no longer important to him.
As for the child, he is an orphan. He never thought he could marry a wife before. Now, he is very satisfied to have such a clever daughter.
People are content.
The rain outside the window continued. In the drizzle, several people in the room stopped like this. Yao Zhenjiang talked about his and grandma Yao's things in those days.
"She used to cry." Yaozhenjiang knocked on his pipe and said with a smile, "I want to cry when I encounter something. I don't know how she brought up the child by herself."
After so many years, he almost forgot the way she cried.
Now, he hopes she can cry at him, and then he will coax her well and coax her with all his life.
Just ask her to wake up.
Fu Jing didn't know when. She was already crying. Tian Wenbai blinked and looked at the sky.
When did he become so sentimental.
Silently took out his handkerchief and handed it to Fu Jing, who was crying.
Those engaged in literature and art are so easily moved.
He would never admit that he actually had an impulse to hold her and cry together.
Gu Lingling and Yao Jingsong sat next to Yao Zhenjiang from left to right, Gu Lingling holding Yao Zhenjiang's hand.
Her grandparents really want to love.
Yaojingsong twisted his head to one side and wiped his tears quietly.
It's strange that I haven't been strong at all recently.
I was ashamed to hold Gu Lingling and cry. Now I want to cry again.
"How can I bring it up? That's how I bring it up." Suddenly, a voice came out of the room, "you poor old man, you are old enough to be shy about saying something like this."
"Why? Don't you feel uncomfortable without seeing me cry?"
Grandma Yao?!
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The third day Yang Yunhai walked, it was a rainy day.
Grandma Yao hasn't woken up yet.
"When I first saw your grandmother, she held a baby just a few months old in her arms." Yaozhenjiang sat on the pier smoking a dry cigarette and said, "the child is thin and has been crying, and she also cries."
Yaozhenjiang is an orphan who grew up eating hundreds of meals.
If he hadn't been helped by the kind-hearted people in those days, he would have starved to death.
So he kindly called grandma Yao home and raised Yao Rumei with millet paste cooked in a small casserole.
At that time, Yao Rumei was not surnamed Yao, but followed his surname when his grandmother married him.
Grandma Yao hurt herself when she was young. It is said that she ate something she shouldn't eat, so the two have never had children.
When he was young, yaozhenjiang also wondered about grandma Yao's past, but every time she asked her, she didn't say anything, and then began to have nightmares at night.
Every nightmare is a few words coming and going.
What? No, don't come here!
What, run, miss, run!
Don't come here!
Then I woke up in a sweat from the nightmare. After waking up again, I didn't speak silently, and my expression seemed to recover to the time when I just met her first time.
It's painful to be on the verge of collapse.
Later, after a long time together, he stopped asking.
What about the past?
Just live the life in front of you now.
He has already owned her, and the previous things are no longer important to him.
As for the child, he is an orphan. He never thought he could marry a wife before. Now, he is very satisfied to have such a clever daughter.
People are content.
The rain outside the window continued. In the drizzle, several people in the room stopped like this. Yao Zhenjiang talked about his and grandma Yao's things in those days.
"She used to cry." Yaozhenjiang knocked on his pipe and said with a smile, "I want to cry when I encounter something. I don't know how she brought up the child by herself."
After so many years, he almost forgot the way she cried.
Now, he hopes she can cry at him, and then he will coax her well and coax her with all his life.
Just ask her to wake up.
Fu Jing didn't know when. She was already crying. Tian Wenbai blinked and looked at the sky.
When did he become so sentimental.
Silently took out his handkerchief and handed it to Fu Jing, who was crying.
Those engaged in literature and art are so easily moved.
He would never admit that he actually had an impulse to hold her and cry together.
Gu Lingling and Yao Jingsong sat next to Yao Zhenjiang from left to right, Gu Lingling holding Yao Zhenjiang's hand.
Her grandparents really want to love.
Yaojingsong twisted his head to one side and wiped his tears quietly.
It's strange that I haven't been strong at all recently.
I was ashamed to hold Gu Lingling and cry. Now I want to cry again.
"How can I bring it up? That's how I bring it up." Suddenly, a voice came out of the room, "you poor old man, you are old enough to be shy about saying something like this."
"Why? Don't you feel uncomfortable without seeing me cry?"
Grandma Yao?!
The third day Yang Yunhai walked, it was a rainy day.Grandma Yao hasn't woken up yet."When I first saw your grandmother, she held a baby just a few months old in her arms." Yaozhenjiang sat on the pier smoking a dry cigarette and said, "the child is thin and has been crying, and she also cries."Yaozhenjiang is an orphan who grew up eating hundreds of meals.If he hadn't been helped by the kind-hearted people in those days, he would have starved to death.So he kindly called grandma Yao home and raised Yao Rumei with millet paste cooked in a small casserole.At that time, Yao Rumei was not surnamed Yao, but followed his surname when his grandmother married him.Grandma Yao hurt herself when she was young. It is said that she ate something she shouldn't eat, so the two have never had children.When he was young, yaozhenjiang also wondered about grandma Yao's past, but every time she asked her, she didn't say anything, and then began to have nightmares at night.Every nightmare is a few words coming and going.What? No, don't come here!What, run, miss, run!Don't come here!Then I woke up in a sweat from the nightmare. After waking up again, I didn't speak silently, and my expression seemed to recover to the time when I just met her first time.It's painful to be on the verge of collapse.Later, after a long time together, he stopped asking.What about the past?Just live the life in front of you now.He has already owned her, and the previous things are no longer important to him.As for the child, he is an orphan. He never thought he could marry a wife before. Now, he is very satisfied to have such a clever daughter.People are content.The rain outside the window continued. In the drizzle, several people in the room stopped like this. Yao Zhenjiang talked about his and grandma Yao's things in those days."She used to cry." Yaozhenjiang knocked on his pipe and said with a smile, "I want to cry when I encounter something. I don't know how she brought up the child by herself."After so many years, he almost forgot the way she cried.Now, he hopes she can cry at him, and then he will coax her well and coax her with all his life.Just ask her to wake up.Fu Jing didn't know when. She was already crying. Tian Wenbai blinked and looked at the sky.When did he become so sentimental.Silently took out his handkerchief and handed it to Fu Jing, who was crying.Those engaged in literature and art are so easily moved.He would never admit that he actually had an impulse to hold her and cry together.Gu Lingling and Yao Jingsong sat next to Yao Zhenjiang from left to right, Gu Lingling holding Yao Zhenjiang's hand.Her grandparents really want to love.Yaojingsong twisted his head to one side and wiped his tears quietly.It's strange that I haven't been strong at all recently.I was ashamed to hold Gu Lingling and cry. Now I want to cry again."How can I bring it up? That's how I bring it up." Suddenly, a voice came out of the room, "you poor old man, you are old enough to be shy about saying something like this.""Why? Don't you feel uncomfortable without seeing me cry?"Grandma Yao?!
