"Oh dear, is this Chaoxi's son?"
Chaoxi is Lu Chaoxi, who is also Lu Yibei's mother.
Lu Yibei went to Hangzhou after finishing elementary school. Some neighbors knew him, but they might not remember his name.
But Lu Chaoxi was someone they had watched grow up, so their impression of her was even deeper.
Therefore, the first thing they say is the name of their elder.
“Yes, you still remember me?” Lu Yibei said with a smile.
"I can't forget it! This tall guy, he's grown so tall! He's even taller than your dad now!" Grandma said.
"Haha, you eat a lot!" Lu Yibei said.
"You've come back to see your grandparents?"
"right."
"You are still the most filial."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two parted ways.
Although the grandmother paid close attention to Ji Qingqian, she did not inquire about their relationship.
She greeted Ji Qingqian with a simple nod and a smile.
The two of them went their separate ways.
"This grandma is playing a height-based deck."
Lu Yibei then said to Ji Qingqian, "Every time I come back, she always says I've grown taller... I come back five or six times a year, and I grow taller five or six times that year."
And despite her enthusiastic greeting, she and Lu Yibei were actually not familiar with each other at all.
This is also why the grandmother didn't ask Ji Qingqian.
When the younger generation meets someone they don't know well, a nod is enough to say hello.
But the older generation insists on chatting for a while before they consider it a proper meeting—even if they say the same things every time.
Ji Qingqian looked behind her, but the grandmother was no longer there.
She imagined how she would react when facing this grandmother; she certainly wouldn't be as composed as Ah Bei.
She couldn't handle an unrelated grandmother, so what if it was Abei's biological grandmother... Thinking of this, she became inexplicably nervous again and held Lu Yibei's hand even tighter.
Lu Yibei sensed the change in the strength of Ji Qingqian's fingertips. He didn't say anything, but he also increased the strength slightly to comfort her.
Lu Yibei's home is not far from the intersection; it is also a five-story building.
Like a rural home, the main gate is always open, and inside is the main hall.
"Auntie! I'm back!" Lu Yibei called out first.
The house is arranged so that meals are eaten on the first floor, while the grandparents sleep on the second floor.
Because of my age, I rarely climb to higher floors.
Lu Yibei also ensured that his shout could travel from the first floor to the second floor.
However, no response was received.
"Where did you go for a walk?"
Lu Yibei muttered to himself that taking walks was a popular trend among the elderly in their area.
Before or after dinner, meet up with a few friends, take a short walk to exercise, and chat about gossip to fill your mind.
Lu Yibei wasn't in a hurry. He turned to Ji Qingqian, who was hiding behind him, only daring to peek out from behind his shoulder, looking eagerly ahead, and said:
"Let me take you to your room upstairs first."
Ji Qingqian thought it best to wait until she met her grandparents first, in case the elderly couple didn't like her...
“From the north, you shall return.”
Then a kind old man's voice came from behind Ji Qingqian.
Ji Qingqian was startled and immediately turned her head to look.
She had prepared many scenarios for her first meeting with her grandmother, but she never expected her to appear out from behind her.
The critical hit from the backstab instantly doubled Ji Qingqian's tension.
When Ji Qingqian looked at her grandmother, her grandmother was also sizing her up:
"This is the friend you brought back, right..."
“Mm,” Lu Yibei said.
Grandma continued to scrutinize him, looking him over from head to toe with great care.
Ji Qingqian didn't dare to meet her gaze for a moment, and could only stand there stiffly, unable to say a word.
After looking her over, Grandma hesitated for a moment before asking her grandson:
Is this a male or female student?
Ji Qingqian: ?
Is it because her outfit is too abstract, or because her appearance is too abstract?
Or perhaps... Grandma Abei's ideas are simply rather abstract?
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