"It's okay if you can't finish it, you can take it back later. Why did you come here alone this time? Where's your partner?"
"He only had three days of wedding leave and returned to the army yesterday. I came to see you as soon as I had time and brought the photos with me."
Then he handed the bag containing the photos to Grandma Si.
Grandpa Si sat down beside Grandma Si and looked at the photos with her one by one. Seeing the rare smile on her face, he also smiled heartily:
"Haha, you're still so beautiful. It really lives up to the saying that time never defeats beauty. I'll buy a camera later, and I'll take more pictures of you when we go out again."
Grandma Rong glared at him and said, "What are you talking about? We have children here. We have already taken a lot of pictures. Buying a camera is a waste of money. Besides, no matter how many pictures you take, there will be no one to keep them as souvenirs after a hundred years." As she spoke, the sadness in her eyes almost solidified.
Rong Qing carefully observed the fortunes of Grandma Si and Grandpa Si's children. They were clearly related by blood, although only from different generations, but a fruit was still preserved.
When asked why she knew so much, she said she felt that having many skills is always good, so she learned a lot and a variety of things.
Ahem, actually, it was at the beginning of the revival of spiritual energy in her second life. She met an old Taoist priest on the street who was disheveled and dying of hunger. She was kind enough to give him a meat bun.
Then he pestered her and insisted on teaching her metaphysics in return. At that time, people with talented spiritual roots all went to cultivate immortality. Metaphysics, even dogs would not learn it and would despise it. But she was the only one who did not despise it. After all, she had nothing to lose by learning it, and maybe she could even use it.
She only studied for a month, and then the old Taoist accidentally found a treasure in a crack, which cleansed her aptitude and greatly increased her cultivation. Her passive repayment came to nothing because she never saw him again.
I learned a lot in that month.
Only at this time could she see the faces of Grandma Si and the others. If she had not been touched, she would not have done so. After all, she was not a fortune teller. Seeing her getting more and more sad, Rong Qing pretended to be surprised and puzzled and said:
"How can there not be any? It's obviously there."
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