Xiang Ping opened his mouth but did not refute.

We came here to thank them, and how to thank them is up to them.

He originally planned to travel back and forth between the city every day, but from what she said, he and Xiang An needed to stay here.

Before he even entered the door, he knew that this was a very beautiful courtyard.

Xiang Ping lowered his eyelids and clenched his fists tightly.

What does his home look like?

Xiang An didn't know what his brother was thinking. He only knew that they had a home now and they wouldn't have to go back to that dilapidated temple with leaks everywhere!

The most important thing is that if the bad woman goes back, she won’t be able to find them.

My brother doesn’t have to be bullied anymore!

Lu Manhua invited Xiang Ping and Xiang An into the house, and looked at Xiang Ping's thin coat.

When I touched it, the cotton inside felt hard.

His eyes suddenly became hot, "How can you dress like this in such a cold weather?

Nansheng, find two of your old clothes. Xiangping is only half a head shorter than you, so he should be able to fit into them."

If it doesn't fit, she will alter it.

As she spoke, she touched Xiang Ping's hand and shivered at the coldness.

"Hands are like ice!"

As you get older, your eye sockets become shallower.

Lu Manhua saw that the two brothers were particularly affectionate.

In the morning, she took apart Xiang An's clothes and dried them, filled them with unused cotton wool at home, and then patched them up with a sewing machine.

Xiang Anxin was so old that he didn't even realize that the wicks of his clothes had been replaced. He just thought that his grandma and the others had dried them for him and patched the holes.

I don’t know why I didn’t use other fabrics to sew him a new one. One reason was that it would waste time, and the other was that I was afraid it would be too heavy to wear.

The most important reason is the second one.

The old man's hands are dry and warm.

In addition to the careful care she has received over the years, the old lady would wipe her hands with cold cream every day.

Lu Manhua is in good health, with soft and fleshy palms.

Xiang Ping felt that his cold hands were wrapped in soft cotton.

It is more like the feeling when his mother held his hand and taught him to read when he was a child.

It’s just that my mother is not in good health, her hands are cold, but what is warm is the memories.

His body trembled and his arm retracted.

Then he thought of what Sui Sui said and didn’t dare to back down.

They came to thank the old man, and he also cared about him.

He can't hide, right?

"Grandma, Xiang Ping looks like he's still sick. He needs to rest, right? Where do you think they should live?"

Sui Sui saw Xiang Ping's body stiff, probably because he couldn't stand the old man's excessive enthusiasm.

He reminded Lu Manhua to arrange accommodation.

Since they were not taken in, they came here to work.

It should be arranged in the back house at the entrance of the courtyard.

But it goes without saying that the old lady would never arrange it this way.

After all, she didn't treat these two brothers as outsiders.

“You also said that they are here to keep us two old guys company, so they can live in the side rooms of the main house.

Put another bed in there and put a curtain in the middle so two people can sleep there."

Lu Manhua's attention was immediately diverted.

Seeing Ping's bad face, she immediately said, "Ping, follow grandma. Grandma will take you to your and An'an's house."

Xiang Ping didn't even have the chance to say no before the old man dragged him to the side room.

Xiang An also followed.

Seeing that there was nothing for them to do, Gou Limin and Qin Lao went back to continue drinking tea and playing chess.

Only Sui Sui and He Nansheng were left in the living room.

"I'll go find some clothes for grandma." He Nansheng blinked.

Sui Sui nodded and went out with him.

He whispered, "Xiang Ping gives me a strange feeling."

He Nansheng turned his head to look at her, "An analogy?"

In fact, she couldn't explain it clearly, it was just a very strange feeling.

How to say it.

"It's just a feeling. When I saw him, I felt close to him."