Chapter 58: Recognition (4)

The old lady took the photo and looked at it carefully with the old man...

"Oh, isn't this our Guangzi? Look at him, how thin he is! He must have suffered a lot outside..." As she looked at him, the old lady began to wipe away her tears.

"Your father has always been fat. He is the fattest one in our factory! I have to find different ways to feed him." The old lady cried so hard that Moros felt uncomfortable.

"At that time, when there was meat, we were reluctant to eat it ourselves and left it all for him. Your grandfather was also reluctant to eat the eggs and left them all for him. His classmates were all pale and skinny, but our Guangzi ate like a fat pig." At this point, the old lady smiled proudly.

Since entering this home, although the household items are very old and the house is very small, for some reason, Moros feels very close to it in his heart, as if he has suddenly returned to a home that he has left for a long time. He feels a long-lost family affection, warmth, and the warmth that only home can bring.

Especially for a petty thief like Moros, who has lived at the bottom of society since childhood, has been bullied for years, has to follow people's orders, has poor eating and sleeping habits, and lives in fear...

He couldn't help but look at his grandmother who was talking:

The old lady in front of me looks very kind.

She was about the same age as the old man, but she seemed much more flexible and responsive than him. Her overall thinking ability was no worse than that of young people.

She was about 1.60 meters tall and thin, and the clothes she wore made her look awkward.

But she must have been very beautiful when she was young, Moros thought to himself:

The eyes are not big, very delicate, with slightly slanted corners, like the common phoenix eyes. However, the eyes are not as big as the phoenix eyes, and they have single eyelids.

Her nose was straight and tall, with two nostrils that were slightly tilted upwards, which made her look a little proud.

Her lips had already turned a bit pale. After all, she was old. Her mouth was wrinkled, like wrinkles, and it had lost its moist red...

Her face was a typical oval face with a full forehead, and she looked like a woman with a sharp mind.

However, her hands were unbearable to look at——

Wrinkles and age spots all over the hands;

The joints of each finger are thick, and some are even deformed...

The skin on both hands was extremely rough, not really hands at all. Instead, it looked like dry tree bark, devoid of beauty or any trace of flavor...

It can be imagined that all the housework at home, cooking, washing clothes, cleaning... are done by this old lady!

"Child, why doesn't your father come home? Why doesn't your mother come?" The old lady's question went back to the original question.

"Grandpa, grandma, please listen to me..." Moros began his affectionate narration in fluent Mandarin.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Moros. This Russian name was given to me by my father." Moros.

"I am 20 years old. I now live in the city of St. Pumpsburg in Russia. It is much colder there than in Hwaseong. The temperature there all year round is equivalent to that of Beijing in China." Moros said slowly.

"I'm already working as a director of a company, responsible for external liaison work. Our company has some business dealings with China. And I know Chinese. My parents taught me Chinese..."