long love becomes ill

Chapter 349 I'm leaving, Li Shenmu should be back soon

The old man of the Li family has been looking for his grandson for two days, but the phone is not connected, and the message is not returned. Finally, Qing Huan got through the phone, and before he could yell, he saw her hang up the phone, and the roar that rushed to the back of his throat was choked back , don't mention how aggrieved.

"Grandpa Li, I won't be at Li's house for New Year's Eve this year." Qing Huan said lightly.

"Go to the Si's house for the New Year?" The old man was surprised, but he couldn't bear it.

"I'm leaving, Li Shenmu should be back soon." Qing Huan slightly curled her lips, seeing that the old man did not object, she lowered her eyes and went upstairs to pack her things.

This year, she will definitely not have a good time in Li's mansion, so why not go out.

In the early morning of the second day, Qing Huan took a simple luggage, flew north and then transferred to a car to return to Linshui Town.Going to Si's house for the New Year is just a cover. Over the years, she has no fixed place and nowhere to go. When she thinks of the so-called home, all she can think of is the old house that she lived with her grandma when she was young.

After flying to the nearest provincial capital of Linshui Town, and taking another five hours of driving to Linshui Town, it was already evening.Qing Huan walked across the bluestone road and found the old house in his memory.

The door of the old house is in a small alley, the gate is locked tightly, and green climbing vines cover the entire wall, sticking out of the yard.

She stood in the alley, looking at the green moss in the corner and the mottled bluestone road, her eyes were inexplicably red, and she came to the town on impulse, but these years have passed, things have changed, even grandma gone.

Qing Huan squatted in front of the old house, rubbed her red eyes, and dropped her backpack on the bluestone road, one for each person, all alone.

"Are you Xiaohuan?" A hesitant middle-aged female voice sounded.

Qing Huan was stunned for a moment, then raised her head, and saw a middle-aged woman with a vegetable basket walking into the alley, standing in front of her, and asked hesitantly.

"Aunt Wu?" Qing Huan stood up a little at a loss, and recognized that this was Aunt Wu who lived across the street.

"It's really you. I didn't dare to admit it at first. You have been gone for seven or eight years." Aunt Wu opened the door quickly, pulled Qing Huan, and said with a smile, "Get home soon Sit down. Old Wu, look who is here."

Qing Huan was a little overwhelmed by such enthusiasm. Looking at the cabbage and carrots that the middle-aged woman had just picked from the field, the roots were still stained with soil. Carrots in winter were the most nourishing. Grandma used to like to stew radishes for her to eat.

"This is Qing Huan?" The fat middle-aged man came out of the house and asked in surprise.

"That's not it. When Gu Mei picked her up, she was 15 years old. The longer she grows, the better she looks, just like when she was a child." Aunt Wu is a talkative person, she dragged Qing Huan into the room, and said with a smile, "Xiao Huan , why did you come back suddenly, I still have a key to your house, do you want to go back and have a look first, or go back after eating at my place?"

Qing Huan was slightly surprised, and asked, "Is the house still there?"

When she left, she had just graduated from junior high school. How could she know these things? According to the character of Gu Mei, if her grandmother passed away, the house must be disposed of and she would never come back again.

"It's always been there. Your grandma left this house to you. Before grandma left, she put the house under your name and kept it from being moved by others. I found the secretary of the town to be a witness. After so many years, The former Secretary Zhao has all become officials in the province, didn't Gu Mei tell you about this?"

(End of this chapter)