Her Sniper

Wu Ma was stunned.

The girl in front of her is not the same as Wen's poems in her memory, but she is still good-looking, and her temperament is also very similar to poems.

Wu Ma was a little embarrassed and laughed: "the young master really meant it. The old lady read miss Wen's name every day. Just now, she took my hand and said that Shishi would come to see her today. This young lady has a similar temperament with Miss Wen. Even if she doesn't look so like her face, the old lady can't recognize her because she can't see things clearly now. It's good to have a good idea for her. "

Wu Ma came slowly, bowed 90 degrees to Wen Shishi, and sighed: "girl, our old lady really wants to see the young lady, but she went too early Please, can you spend more time with the old lady? I'm afraid she has not much time left. "

Wen Shishi's face soon turned pale: "has the old lady's body been so bad?"

"Alas, the young lady's death was a great blow to the old lady," said Wu Ma, her eyes were red. "Our young lady is a very nice girl, and she is still pregnant with a child. The old lady has long locked her child's life, and she has taken it to the temple to open it to the eminent monk. She is waiting for the baby to come down and put it on him, and bless him for the rest of her life Fu Shou Kang Ning's. When the young lady went, the child was seven months old and should have been formed, but It's gone... "

Speaking of the child, Wen Shishi's body suddenly shook.

Mr. sniper quickly helped her and gave her solid support. He turned to Wu Ma and said, "Wu Ma, don't talk about it in the past. Grandma will be sad when she hears it."

Wu Ma gave a wry smile and pointed her tears at the corner of her eyes with her fingertips: "I dare not say it at home. Isn't it outside? The old lady can't hear it. Young master, what's the name of this young lady? "

"She is poetry."

"My name is Miranda," Wen Shishi held Wu Ma's hand and said softly, "Wu Ma, from today on, you can also call me Wen Shishi."

Wu Ma was overjoyed. She held her hand tightly: "good, good. She spoke in the same tone. My old lady would like to thank you first."

Mr. sniper said, "let's go and see grandma first."

"All right, all right, come with me."

Wu Ma leads the way, Wen Shishi walks behind her, and Mr. sniper walks at the end.

He reached out to put his arms around her again. Wen Shishi noticed that she quickly walked a few steps to avoid his hand.

Wu Ma, who happened to turn around, saw her move with a lonely smile: "don't worry. It's not too late to show love in front of the old lady."

Wen Shishi did not speak, nodded with a smile.

The old house of the Jiang family has not changed at all, but because it's winter, the leaves of Parthenocissus in the attic turn red, which seems to be denser than three years ago.

The bamboo in the bamboo grove is still the same as before, and it hasn't changed much.

All the way to the attic, stairs creak, creak sound, in the end is old, a bit decadent.

"It's better to find someone to reinforce this staircase. Wu Ma goes up and down every day. What if it breaks up one day?" Wen Shishi murmured softly.

Wu Ma laughs: "the girl's family is still considerate, but it can still be used now. It can't be dispersed."

Up to the top of the attic, Wu's mother was surprised: "ah, old lady, how did you get out of bed?"

A familiar old voice came from inside: "you are not as old as me. How can you be more confused than me? Today, Shishi is coming to see me. I have to clean myself up, or I will be sick and make the children worry. "

Wen Shi's eyes suddenly became sour.

She sniffed.

The big hands around her waist gave her warmth and strength: "go in."

It seems that she is the one she is now.

Wearing a wine red Tang suit, Mrs. Jiang sat on the chair in the living room. Her hair was completely gray, and her head and hands were shaking uncontrollably.

How can you be so old in three years?!

"Grandma..." "I've come to see you," she cried

Mrs. Jiang was overjoyed. She threw her crutch and was about to stand up to pick her up: "ouch, Shishi! Poetry, you can count it! Why haven't you come to see grandma for so long? Grandma misses you. She dreams about you every day. "

Wen Shishi's tears could not be stopped, and dripped down her face: "I was wrong, and I will come often in the future."

"Silly boy, why are you crying?" Mrs. Jiang took out a handkerchief from her pocket and helped her wipe her tears? Don't be afraid. Tell Grandma. She'll teach him a lesson. "

Tears have blurred her vision, Wen Shishi kept shaking her head: "no, I see Grandma happy, happy tears."

"Ha ha ha, poetry in our family can talk." Mrs. Jiang looked back at Mrs. Wu and said with a smile: "you see, am I right? Poetry will come to see me today. "Wu Ma is also secretly wiping tears, repeatedly said yes.

Mrs. Jiang took Wen Shishi to sit down on the sofa, sighed and said, "they all told me that you were dead, but Grandma didn't believe it. Grandma believed in the Buddha all her life. I asked the Buddha many times, saying that you are not dead and you are alive. So I don't believe what they said. My poems are so good. How can God take her away? You see, this is not to see me, is it Wu Ma? "

Wu Ma red eyes, also with a handkerchief constantly wipe tears: "yes, or the old lady is right."

"I'm not right. That's what the Buddha told me." Mrs. Jiang said with a smile: "the Buddha told me that Shi Shi and Mo Chen would love each other all their lives. They would have five children, three brothers, two sisters, two little girls or twins. Ah, by the way, in this case, it's not enough for me to have the long-life lock beaten. I have to beat a few more. Wu Ma, please remind me to go to the gold shop tomorrow and beat the long-life lock for the children, otherwise I'm afraid I'll forget. "

"Well, I'll help you remember."

Mrs. Jiang glared at Mr. Sniper: "you too. Your daughter-in-law is crying. You don't know how to make a fuss."

After hearing the speech, Mr. sniper came to Wen Shishi and put her in his arms: "I'll coax her now."

"You silly boy," said Mrs. Jiang with a sigh, "it's good to see you two well. My old lady's wish is taken into consideration..."

Mr. sniper advised, "grandma, don't say anything unlucky. You will live a long life."

Mrs. Jiang held out her hands and compared with him: "your grandmother, I'm 96 years old this year! It's only a few years to live a long life! That's all. Grandma has lived enough. As long as you all live well, even if I go down to see your grandfather, I'm happy. "