"Li Fuman, my grandfather! The man you called Gousheng!" Li Jinfeng spoke word by word.

Mr. Lu's eyes suddenly turned red.

He stared at Li Jinfeng blankly for a long time before he reached out to wipe his hot eyes.

"Good that you're here! Good that you're here!" Old Master Lu smiled foolishly.

"When will Gousheng come? I want to pick him up!" said Mr. Lu.

"Six days later!"

Zhao Mingcheng was an expert at sending telegrams, and he had never made such a mistake as losing time while sending a telegram.

In addition, in order to make it easier for Li Jinfeng to calculate the time, he also told Li Jinfeng the departure time.

Although this would cost a few cents more than sending a telegram for ordinary people, it was better than making Li Jinfeng worry.

"Six days...six days..." Mr. Lu repeated the time several times.

After hesitating for a long time, he asked Li Jinfeng, "Jinfeng girl, do you have... a mirror?"

"Of course! Grandpa, please watch Tuantuan for me for a while, and I'll go up and get it for you."

There are two mirrors in Li Jinfeng's room. She exchanged them with others on the black market.

It seems to be a product from the Republic of China period. One of the mirrors is inlaid with glass, and there is a bird outlined with kingfisher feathers and gold threads, which is very realistic.

Li Jinfeng put the mirror into the space.

The other one is a very ordinary glass mirror, which Li Jinfeng usually uses for dressing.

In fact, there are mirrors in her space, both large and small, including a full-length mirror, but it doesn't look like something from this era, so it's not easy to take out.

Li Jinfeng took the glass mirror and handed it to Mr. Lu.

Mr. Lu stared at the person in the mirror for a long time.

At first glance, it is naturally unfamiliar.

It has been more than 40 years now. Mr. Lu is now in his 70s or 80s and his hair has turned gray.

He began to worry whether Gousheng would recognize him when he saw him.

Although we have seen each other's photos, no matter how real the photos are, they cannot compare to the real person.

Mr. Lu looked at his own silver hair, and his heart was suddenly filled with infinite melancholy.

"Grandpa..." Li Jinfeng called out to Mr. Lu, "What's wrong with you?"

Mr. Lu shook his head, "I'm just a little melancholy. I've aged so much."

"Old? How is grandpa old? He was having fun playing with Tuantuan just now, and it was effortless for him to hug Tuantuan. If you ask me, grandpa is still young now. If there was a tiger at this time, it would probably be beaten to death by you!" Li Jinfeng said.

Hearing this, Mr. Lu was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Girl, you're praising me like that. I'm embarrassed!"

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. If you don't believe me, just ask our Tuantuan. Tuantuan, isn't great-grandfather still strong and youthful?" Li Jinfeng looked at her son in the cradle.

The little guy is young, but he knows that Tuantuan is calling him.

In addition, Li Jinfeng takes care of the little guy 24 hours a day. As soon as he hears Li Jinfeng's voice, he grins, drools and laughs.

"Look, look, our whole family is smiling!" Li Jinfeng stepped forward and picked up her son.

One hand held his son's waist and the other hand held the back of his head.

In Li Jinfeng's arms, Tuantuan was obviously much more excited.

Whenever Li Jinfeng speaks, he will basically respond.

Sometimes it's laughter, sometimes it's vocalization.

Li Jinfeng was a little worried about such a lively baby. She was worried that when he grew up, he might be too naughty and she would not be able to control him.

After all, when the child grows up and becomes naughty, it is no longer up to the mother to control him.