The national male god is the first in the test again

Chapter 172 The person in memory (3) Recommendation ticket plus update
"My lord, if we go in like this, will we scare the old man? Besides, won't we go home and see that grandma doesn't bring gifts?"

"Bring gifts..." Ling Jue really didn't think of this question.

It seems to be true, if the juniors go home to see the elders, they will bring gifts.

"Grandfather, you are so stupid. If Tangyuan didn't think of it, you wouldn't know it." Tangyuan was proud, and it thought it was the only bug that didn't know how to understand the world.

Ling Jue felt a little sore in her heart. She had very good eyesight and could see the small house hidden among the bamboo leaves by the river. She had lived there for three months.

That was the warmest day in her memory...

Standing across the river, thinking about how to see the old man, I came here on a whim, without any plan.

If she asked about the whereabouts of that woman, how should she answer.

"I heard that her eldest son broke his leg, so he's going out now."

"Well, speaking of it, Mrs. Shi is also pitiful. This daughter left her and left and never came back. This son, he bought a house in the city and never came back. The last time her house leaked, it was my house. Da Niu went to fix it."

"Is that so? I still want to go to her to get some flower seeds. My daughter will come home in a few days. The last time I went to study, she said that her flowers are beautiful. I have been busy and have no time to get them."

"Then I'll go and have a look before she leaves."

"Go quickly."

The two women passed by the bridge, not paying attention to Ling Jue who was standing beside them, but walked straight to the opposite side of the river.

On this side of the river are fields and hillsides, and on the other side are residential houses. An old tree stands at the intersection. It is summer at this moment, and the breeze blows, and the leaves sway gently as if telling something.

"My lord, is the old lady Shi they're talking about grandma?" The glutinous rice balls jumped onto the pier and looked at Ling Jue curiously.

Ling Jue nodded. She remembered that her grandmother's surname was Shi, and there was a super beautiful beauty planted at the door of her house.

That kind of flower was planted by that woman a long time ago, and she liked it very much. Later, she destroyed the flower with her own hands, but grandma replanted it, and it has always existed.

"My lord, what should I do?" Looking at the situation across the river, Tang Yuan was at a loss.

"..." Ling Jue also frowned a little. She might be fine if there was a fight, but at this sensational moment, she was a little at a loss.

"They said grandma was going to see some older son."

"Ah."

Ling Jue frowned slightly. This uncle actually has a sense of existence now. Why didn't he show up before and broke his leg?Hehe, why didn't you throw that unfilial son to death?

"My lord! Is that grandma?!" Tang Yuan hurriedly hid behind her hair, as if she was also afraid of being seen by her grandma.

Ling Jue also hid. At this time, an old man came from the other side of the bridge, and she was walking with a cane.

Her hair is gray and her face is wrinkled, but the outline is not difficult to see that she must have been a beauty when she was young.

She was wearing a blue robe, a bit of the folk style of this place.

"Damn Qingsong, where are you going?" Someone came from a distance with a hoe and asked the old man.

And Qingsong is the name of her eldest son.

"Qingsong broke his leg, let me go to the city to take care of him for a few days."

"You son! Your house is about to collapse and I won't come to see you. Now that you have a broken leg and you are asked to serve him at an old age, it's really... well, there is no car to go to the city at this hour. Before my son comes back, I'll let him send you off."

The old man smiled and refused, "It's okay, don't bother Xiaofei, I've walked there, and I used to walk several times a day."

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