"Why blame me? No matter what you do, grandpa will support you." The old man clenched his fists and raised them forward as a gesture of encouragement.

Xu Qingzhi ate the second mugwort cake and said, "Grandpa, when the resort is crowded, there will be many people who will go fishing with you. I will hold a fishing competition for you."

"Do you charge them money?" Grandpa asked.

Xu Qingzhi: "The competition is free."

Grandpa: "Can I take the fish with me?"

Xu Qingzhi didn't think so carefully, and said casually: "If they want to take it away, then take it away."

"That won't work. I've seen other people who have contracted fish ponds, and they have to pay to catch fish and take them away. Or they can charge a few hundred dollars a few hours. When this place is up and running, Grandpa will help you watch over it every day. The price can be more reasonable, and it won't be considered as cheating others."

Xu Qingzhi chuckled: "Okay."

I never thought about making money from this, as long as grandpa is happy.

The idea of ​​the resort is to have your own courtyard where you can get together with a few friends. All visitors must make an appointment in advance, so there will be no more disturbances from sudden strangers, making it a more comfortable place to live.

She likes this kind of atmosphere very much.

I was just worried that my parents and grandpa wouldn’t be able to accept it, but now that worry no longer exists.

A raindrop fell from the sky and landed lightly on Xu Qingzhi's nose.

"It's raining?" She looked up and felt it. After a long while, no raindrops fell. When she was about to doubt whether it was really raining, another raindrop fell on her mouth, confirming: "Grandpa, it's raining."

The old man packed up his gear and said, "It's raining, so we won't fish anymore. Let's go back."

Results: two crucian carps.

Xu Qingzhi drove a tricycle here.

Grandpa sat on the small stool at the back and held the handle at the front.

"Hold on tight, Grandpa." Xu Qingzhi gripped the handlebars and started the tricycle.

As the rain got heavier, the tricycle made a "beep beep" sound as it drove towards the familiar courtyard.

In just a few minutes, the whole sky became covered with drizzle, white mist rose on the distant mountains, and the whole world seemed to be covered with a hazy veil.

"Qingzhi, it's raining heavily now, please sit for a while before leaving."

As soon as the old man entered the house, he put down the things in his hands, went into the house, took out the thermos kettle and a clean cup, and poured a cup of hot water.

"My dear grandson, come and have a drink of something hot, don't catch a cold."

Xu Qingzhi waved his hand: "Grandpa, don't worry about me, go and wipe off and change your clothes."

Grandpa put down the cup and went into the house to change his clothes.

She picked up the cup of hot water on the table and took a sip. The water poured out of the thermos was the water that Grandpa boiled during the day. The water was in an old thermos bottle, plugged with a wooden stopper, so the water also had a woody smell.

When I was a child, I often drank hot water with this flavor.

When I grew up, I went to boarding school where it was inconvenient to take a hot shower, so every student had this kind of thermos to collect hot water to take back to the dormitory for a shower.

I don't like it. It has a weird woody taste.

He took two more sips and put it down.

She sat under the eaves, and the rain could not get over.

The sound of rain falling on the leaves is different from the sound of rain falling on the eaves. The sound of drops interweaving with each other sounds like a composed lullaby.

Under the inky black eaves, the rain flowed down in strings, the upper half was a stream of water, and the lower half was water drops.

Tile by tile, line by line, what appeared before my eyes was a discontinuous curtain of water.

The old lady knocked down two icicles, and then the stick was snatched away by the playful girl. All the icicles under the eaves were knocked down by her.

Grandpa walked out of the house and her memories came to a close.

"Qingzhi, sit inside and don't get wet in the rain."

Xu Qingzhi obediently moved the bamboo chair into the house and sat at the door.

It's getting dark.

With a "click", grandpa pulled the light cord next to him and turned on the light bulb in the room. The yellow light was quite bright.

She used to complain that the light was dim and it was difficult to do her homework. Why couldn't she have white woven lamps at home like other families in the county town, which would be more elegant and classy?

The inferiority complex I had when I was young was really unreasonable. I felt inferior because my family didn't have a white woven lamp; I felt inferior because my house was not tiled and was shabby; I felt inferior because other people's fathers were teachers while my father was a farmer. Thinking back on it now, it's somewhat ridiculous and a bit regrettable.

"Grandpa, I plan to change where we live later and build a separate yard for you, with a door in the middle. I'll be on the left, the current house is in the middle, and you'll be on the right, is that okay?"

Xu Qingzhi took out his cell phone and showed his grandfather the sketch he had drawn while communicating with the designer today.

"I'm fine living here. I won't cause any trouble for you." Grandpa stared at the photo on his phone without moving his eyes away. He asked, "How much does it cost to build a house?"

I'm not really asking how much it costs, I just feel that it takes a lot of money to build a house.

Xu Huyou Qingzhi: "Not much. A boss invested in me to build a resort. If I build two more houses, the construction team can get a discount."

"Really?" Grandpa asked.

Xu Qingzhi nodded seriously, "Of course it's true. Then you can live next door, so it will be convenient for us to eat together."

Grandpa looked at the old house with reluctance in his eyes: "Should this place be demolished and built into something else?"

"If you don't tear it down, keep it here."

The old man looked expectant: "When will this house be built?"

"Once the design of the resort is finalized, we'll see where to start first. It's going to be built this year anyway, and we'll use more environmentally friendly materials, so you can move in next year." Xu Qingzhi said, and then guided: "Grandpa, look, we'll install a water heater for you, and you'll have hot water just by turning on the faucet. We'll also install floor heating, and when it's cold in winter, the whole house will be warm. The toilet is in the room, so you don't have to go out to the toilet in the middle of the night..."

Every word and every sentence fell into the old man's heart.

"It's just going to cost a lot of money..." Grandpa frowned, still feeling distressed, "I don't have many years left, it would be a waste to build a new house to live in. I'm dead inside, it's not clean."

Hearing this, Xu Qingzhi's face turned serious and he said seriously: "Pooh, pooh, pooh, what are you talking about. Grandpa, I'm going to be angry if you say that."

Grandpa lowered his head slightly, just like a child who had done something wrong.

Xu Qingzhi: "Well, now that I've made so much money from selling vegetables, I can build a new house for Grandpa to live in and show my filial piety. Is that not possible?"

The old man still felt it was a waste, but when he saw his granddaughter was so serious, he had no choice but to nod and agree.

"Okay, okay, Grandpa, please stay."

Xu Qingzhi nodded with satisfaction.

It’s not that I don’t want Grandpa to continue living here, I’m just really worried that in his last life, Grandpa fell down because the moss in the yard was too slippery and no one knew about it, and he passed away just like that.

The elderly live closer, so it is easier to know any situation in time.

The rain outside gradually subsided and stopped.

Only the rain water gathered on the eaves was still dripping.

Xu Qingzhi drove the tricycle back.