I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 228 Contribution?

"Okay, don't cry. Don't cry... my little face is stained by crying."

After agreeing, the girl laughed through her tears, sniffed her nose, and smiled happily,

Yan Xingguo bent down a little, reached out and wiped the dust and tears from the girl's face.

"Well, stop crying, Grandpa."

"Well, dear, go back and wash the veil that grandpa gave you first, this little face is so gray, how long has it been since you washed it?"

Yan Xingguo withdrew his hand and said to the little girl with a smile.

Listening, the little girl clenched the corner of Yan Xingguo's clothes even more, as if she was afraid that Yan Xingguo would dislike him.

"It's okay, just wipe the dust off your face."

"Now, can you tell Grandpa what your name is?"

Yan Xingguo asked the girl.

The girl looked at him nervously, pursed her lips, and refused to answer her name,

Just clutching the corner of Yan Xingguo's clothes tightly, with tears in his eyes,

It seemed that he was afraid that Yan Xingguo would not take her back because she refused to answer her name.

"Okay, okay, it's okay, if you don't want to talk about it, grandpa won't ask."

"Then you go back with grandpa first?"

"Yeah, grandpa, let me help you carry these things."

"Is it possible to mention it? Or grandpa should mention it himself."

"I can lift it, Grandpa, I have great strength."

The girl in the red dress, who was still sniffing, took the initiative to mention the rice and vegetables that the old man put on the ground just now,
But there is always a hand holding Yan Xingguo's clothes corner,

Yan Xingguo looked at the little girl's little hand clutching the corner of his clothes,

Was this little girl abandoned by her family?

That's why I'm so afraid of separation.

Yan Xingguo stretched out his old and rough hand, and took the initiative to hold the little girl's hand,
Smiling again, watching the little girl struggling to carry the rice and vegetables.

"Okay, let's go back."

"Hmm...Actually, grandpa, you can call me Honghong."

"Honghong? Okay, grandpa will call you Honghong."

An old man and a novel were talking, and slowly walked towards the residential area.

"...Old Yan, who is this little girl, it makes people feel distressed."

"The daughter of a relative's family, who ran out secretly, will stay with me for a few days."

……

"Well...you can put on these slippers first. In the afternoon, grandpa will buy you a pair of shoes. Don't go barefoot. It's cold on the ground."

"Thank you grandpa, please sit down, grandpa, I will cook for you."

"You can cook, um... I see people have done it, so they should be able to."

"Okay, grandpa will take you to wash your face first, wash your hands."

"Okay, grandpa."

With the girl Hong Hong, Yan Xingguo's house seemed to be much more lively.

There was finally a voice to speak.

With such a lively granddaughter, Yan Xingguo's body, which was getting more and more tired, suddenly seemed to be much more energetic.

Take the little girl to wash her face and hands,

Because there was no change of clothes in the room for the time being, the girl was still wearing the dusty red dress.

"Grandpa, let me help you cook..."

"Let me do it myself..."

"Then let me help you choose the dishes."

Little girls always want to help with something,
And always follow Yan Xingguo, he is in the living room, she is sitting next to him,
He was in the kitchen, and she was also standing by the kitchen edge. She felt very wronged when she couldn't see him for a while.

In the afternoon, Yan Xingguo took the girl to buy a pair of shoes and some clothes for the girl,
But the girl put on the shoes and felt very happy, but the bright red skirt on her body, the girl was unwilling to change anyway.

Yan Xingguo couldn't hold back the girl, so he could only take a piece of cloth and wipe off some of the dust on the girl's skirt.
The girl looked at the red dress without a lot of gray, but smiled happily.

"...Okay, go to sleep, I will go to sleep too."

When it was night, seeing the girl still clutching the corner of his clothes, unwilling to go away,

Yan Xingguo smiled and said to the girl again,

"Don't worry, grandpa is sleeping in the next room, and he won't go anywhere."

"Grandpa, let me lull you to sleep, I will sing to you, lull you to sleep!"

"You still coax me to sleep? Hong Hong can also coax people to sleep?"

"Grandpa, let me put you to sleep, grandpa... I watched you fall asleep, I'll go to sleep again!"

The girl said stubbornly.

Yan Xingguo couldn't help it, he just smiled and nodded.

"Okay... you put grandpa to sleep."

……

"Grandpa, lie down and cover the quilt, and I will sing to you to lull you to sleep."

The girl put Yan Xingguo on the bed in a serious manner, and even adjusted the corner of the quilt for Yan Xingguo,

Then he said to Yan Xingguo,
"well……"

The girl sang the same song she sang to Yan Xingguo before,

It seems that she only knows one song like this,

"The east is red, the sun is rising..."

When the girl's singing sounded, Yan Xingguo froze for a moment,
Looking at the girl, he was silent for a while, and then relaxed again,

In this repeated singing, Yan Xingguo closed his eyes,
Fell asleep.

Yan Xingguo, who hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time,
But in the girl's singing, I fell asleep very peacefully.

I didn't wake up until the next morning.

When you wake up,
Yan Xingguo panicked when he didn't see the girl for the first time.

Fear that the girl is missing.

Waiting to get up, only to find that the girl has already got up and is sitting in the kitchen with a bench,

Just like how he was cooking yesterday, cooking in the kitchen,
But it seems that I don't know where it will go, and I am a little troubled facing the pot.

"Grandpa... what should we do next?"

"Put the chopped vegetables down and fry."

"Oh! I will!"

The girl seemed to really know how to do it, and rushed to come every time she cooked.

With such a lively granddaughter, the smile on Yan Xingguo's face is much more than usual,

Maybe he also likes to be lively.

Time passed day after day like this,

Yan Xingguo still didn't know the girl's name or where she came from.
He really just called the girl Hong Hong and treated her as a granddaughter.

But even with such a lively granddaughter by her side,
Yan Xingguo's body still couldn't bear it, and he became exhausted again and became weak.

Even though he had been in good spirits for a while, he was still old.

Sometimes I can fall asleep on the sofa while sitting,
When he woke up, he found that there was an extra blanket on his body, which was covered by the girl.

"... Hong Hong, who are you? You showed up when I needed you the most."

"Hee hee, I am Hong Hong."

Another night.

Yan Xingguo took the girl and looked at the night sky on the balcony,

The girl brought him a chair, and Yan Xingguo lay on the chair,
Looking at the night sky, he murmured and couldn't stop asking.

The girl heard it even in such a low voice, and responded with a smile.

The old man also smiled, looked at the girl in the red dress, and didn't ask any more questions.

"Grandpa, what is that star?"

"Well, that should be Polaris."

The light in the capital is very strong. Even on a clear enough night, only the brighter stars can be seen.

"Then, what about that one?"

"That's Arcturus."

"What about that? Twinkle and twinkle."

"That's not a star, it's just a plane flying by."

"Aren't the night sky full of stars?"

……

"Crackling..."

In the study room, there was the sound of clattering keyboards,

The sky outside the window has completely darkened,
Even though Ji Zhuo's coding speed is already very fast,

But obviously it is impossible to finish the story of the first chapter "Dream of the Stars" today.

The keyboard sound stops,
Ji Zhuo also stopped typing,

"call……"

Feeling the soreness of his fingers, Ji Zhuo looked at some of the written content on the coding software.

Take a long breath,
Today he probably wrote nearly [-] words,

If it is a serial submission, this number of words seems to be enough.

But the story of this first chapter is not finished yet, do you want to contribute to Pen & Ink?
Ji Zhuo pondered.

(End of this chapter)