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"You little bastard, I raised you for nothing!" The old man reached out and hit him on the shoulder: "Your conscience has been fed to the dog!"

Han Jingmo frowned barely noticeably. Although his grandfather was old, he was very strong: "What did you say last night, keep your mouth shut. We will be back when Aunt Yang cooks."

"Go away, go away if you want to, I don't care about you!" The old man snorted heavily.

Han Jingmo raised his eyebrows, took a cup of freshly brewed tea, and handed it to the old man.

When he came out of the room, he saw Lu Wanwan standing in the pavilion, looking at the artificial lake not far away.

Han Jingmo walked over and introduced: "This lake was not so big originally, my grandfather dug a few circles outside."

Lu Wanwan was almost scared by him, patted her chest, and said after catching her breath: "Is this the fishing place you just mentioned?"

"Yes, there are a lot of fish fry scattered inside, you can just catch them directly to eat the fish."

"Then the fish meat must be fresh." Lu Wanwan saw what looked like a few vegetable plots not far away, and asked: "Grow your own vegetables?"

"It was originally a flower garden, but my grandfather changed it to grow vegetables. He said that growing flowers can be seen but not eaten, so it is better to grow vegetables."

Lu Wanwan couldn't help laughing and said: "What the old man said is right."

Han Jingmo saw her smile, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "Let's go for a walk? There are fruit trees and grape racks over there."

"Can we eat the grapes now?" Lu Wanwan's eyes lit up.

"There are late-ripening ones." Han Jingmo raised his eyebrows.

"Then we must go." Lu Wanwan couldn't wait, and followed him to get the small bamboo frame and scissors, and walked towards the grape trellis.

However, it was noon, and the weather in late September was still a little hot, but not as hot as in summer.

"Tomorrow is my grandfather's..." Han Jingmo said as he looked at her, but suddenly stopped talking after seeing her.

Her delicate skin was like the first snow under the sun, white and translucent, and her lips were red without any makeup. Perhaps because of a dry mouth, she stretched out the pink tip of her tongue and gently rolled it across the corner of her lips, leaving an ambiguous wet mark.

Han Jingmo's breathing stagnated. He felt dry mouth even though he had just drunk water.

"What's wrong? What did your grandpa say?" Lu Wanwan turned her head and looked away without hearing the rest of the sentence.

Because the sunlight was a little glaring, she squinted her eyes, her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and her pupils were faintly brown.

"Birthday." Han Jingmo's eyes fell on her face with intoxication, and he said these two words blankly.

Lu Wanwan's eyes suddenly widened, and her voice became higher: "Why didn't you say so earlier? I haven't prepared anything."

Han Jingmo was startled back to his senses by her, and shook his head and said: "He doesn't care about this."

"Your family doesn't care about this? You said this morning that Han Xixing doesn't care either." Lu Wanwan suddenly asked at this point: "Where's your brother?"

Han Jingmo said calmly: "He's not at home."

"And," Lu Wanwan frowned, "Why did the old man suddenly have that expression when I was talking about Xixing just now?"

Han Jing lied calmly, "He is like this sometimes."

Lu Wanwan blinked, "Your grandpa is still childish."

The two walked to the grape trellis, where bunches of grapes full of grapes hung down, and the dense grape leaves just blocked the sunlight above their heads, like a cool green passage.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the green leaves, making spots.

Lu Wanwan held a pair of scissors and searched for juicy grapes. Seeing Han Jingmo leaning lazily on the grape rack with his hands in his pockets, he asked curiously, "Aren't you picking them?"

Han Jingmo shook his head, "I come here every year." Lu Wanwan said, "

Oh." For someone who eats grapes every year, there's no need to worry about him.

As she searched around, she saw a bunch of purple grapes sparkling like pearls. She walked over and stretched out the scissors to cut them, but they were a bit high and inconvenient.

As soon as she stood on tiptoe, she felt a burst of cool air coming from behind her.

It was like frost falling from the top of a mountain covered with snow all year round, cold and refreshing.

It unstoppably dissipated the steam rising from her body, leaving only a faint freshness.

Han Jingmo stood behind her, took the scissors from her hand, cut off the bunch of crystal purple grapes, and then lowered his arms and put them into the bamboo basket she was holding.

A hand with slightly protruding blue veins appeared in front of her, as if hugging her from behind.

Lu Wanwan felt that she was steamed by the heat, her brain was unable to work, and her reaction became slow. After

Han Jingmo put down the grapes, he put the scissors back in her hand, stepped back and left, two steps away from her.

Seeing that she didn't move, he asked, "Which one do you want?"

Lu Wanwan suddenly opened her mouth, exhaled slightly quickly, and said, "It's so hot."

Hearing this, Han Jingmo suddenly laughed softly. His

voice was low and sexy.

"What are you laughing at?" Lu Wanwan looked at him guiltily.

Han Jingmo raised his eyebrows, curled the corners of his lips slightly, and smiled evilly.

He said in a brisk tone, "You."

Lu Wanwan's ears felt numb, as if a slight electric current passed through them. Her sight met his cold, dark, clear eyes, which were filled with a bit of teasing.

...She was fooled.

She suddenly felt angry and embarrassed.

"If it's hot, go back." Han Jingmo looked at her red earlobes and was in a good mood.

"It's not hot anymore!" Lu Wanwan glared at him with her moist eyes and continued her grape picking career.

And this time, she would not look for a high place, but a place that she could reach.

Han Jingmo shook his head slightly.

After watching for a while, he saw that her forehead was oozing with fine beads of sweat, her skin was white with pink inside, and she was hot, so he said, "Go back, it's time for dinner."

Lu Wanwan glared at him and took the lead to walk back.

During the meal, the old man kindly invited them to stay for one night before leaving.

Han Jingmo did not express his opinion.

Lu Wanwan smiled and lied seriously: "I have an appointment with a friend tonight, so it's not convenient."

"That's a pity." The old man looked regretful.

"I'll stay and send her back before I come back." Han Jingmo said in a light tone.

The old man sighed, took his hand, and patted the back of his hand: "You're old, and there's no one to accompany you on your birthday."

"I'm here." Han Jingmo said softly.

"Hey!" The old man sighed heavily, glanced at Lu Wanwan, and immediately retracted his gaze, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Lu Wanwan: "..."

She looked at Han Jingmo and asked him what was going on with her eyes

. Han Jingmo gave her a calm look.

The old man sighed for a while, and talked about the days he spent with his comrades in the past. His eyes were distant, as if he saw the past through something. After

a few seconds of silence, he suddenly came to his senses and touched his eyes with his palms. There were faint tears.

"When you get old, you tend to think about the past. Excuse me." The old man forced a smile and said, "This year, only the little one will be with me to celebrate my birthday."

Lu Wanwan was slightly surprised. Where are Han Jingmo's parents? And his brother? Isn't he coming?

Han Jingmo comforted the old man: "She will stay with you whether she has something to do or not. Right?" The last two words were said to Lu Wanwan.