"What should I do? What should I do? Grandpa definitely doesn't like me. Is it because I'm wearing too much today? Grandpa thinks I'm not a good girl? Husband, what should I do?"
After walking out of Fang Xiaole’s grandfather’s room and going downstairs, Lin Yao held Fang Xiaole’s hand and said anxiously.
"You're dressed so plainly, how can you be so flashy?"
Fang Xiaole looked at Lin Yao. She was wearing a white down jacket, blue jeans, and a pair of black Martin shoes today. She looked no different from an ordinary girl.
Probably the only difference is...
Lin Yao is a little too beautiful.
Maybe in the eyes of the old-fashioned grandfather, girls who are too pretty are not decent?
But just as Fang Shengnan said, they only come back once a year during the Spring Festival, staying for one day and one night before leaving. Even if grandpa doesn't like Lin Yao, it actually doesn't hinder his relationship with Lin Yao.
most,
It’s just that I can’t get the blessing of the oldest elder in the Fang family.
But...is it really just that?
Fang Xiaole sighed in his heart. The relationship between him and his grandfather was just like the relationship between his father Fang Guoqing and his grandfather. There seemed to be an unbridgeable gap between the two generations.
This is not just a generation gap, but also the huge rift left after my father and grandfather had a falling out.
This huge crack probably cannot be healed by returning to the old house once a year.
In Sichuan dialect, once the relationship between people is "hurt", it is difficult to recover.
"It's okay. Grandpa has never been talkative. Come on, I'll take you to meet my grandma. She's a very nice person and she will definitely like you."
Fang Xiaole suppressed the depression in his heart and said to Lin Yao with a smile.
"Yeah, sure."
As if she could sense that her boyfriend was feeling a little down, Lin Yao put on a bright smile, hugged his arm, and stopped talking about what had just happened.
The two of them went to the first floor together and entered through a side door in the hall. Inside was a kitchen of about 30 square meters.
It was still the old-fashioned stove made of cement. Firewood was piled in the corner of the wall next to it. Behind the stove was a small pigpen with two pigs in it.
Probably because they heard someone coming in and thought that someone was coming to feed them, the two big fat pigs ran to the fence and rubbed it hard against it. Their snouts stuck out through the gaps in the fence and they made grunting sounds.
"Wow, what a big pig!"
Lin Yao has lived in the city since she was a child. She went to school and worked in Kyoto and rarely went to the countryside. When she saw the fat-headed and big-eared creature, which was almost as big as four or five of herself, she couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.
"Haha, this isn't the first time you've seen pigs raised in the countryside, is it?"
Fang Xiaole couldn't help but laugh when he saw her cute expression with her red lips open and eyes shining.
Lin Yao nodded embarrassedly, staring intently at the two giants, tilting her head and calculating:
"A pig this big is definitely enough for Fangfang to eat for ten meals."
Fang Xiaole was speechless and asked, "Don't you also like to chew on pig's trotters?"
Lin Yao looked around and whispered, "I, I've gained weight again recently. I need to lose weight, so I don't dare to eat."
"Hahaha."
Fang Xiaole couldn't help laughing, and his depressed mood suddenly became cheerful.
At this moment, a skinny human head emerged from under the stove. Lin Yao was startled and quickly covered her mouth to suppress her scream.
The person squatting under the stove moved slowly and with difficulty. When she slowly stood up, Lin Yao realized that her hunched body was only less than half a meter higher than the stove.
This is a short and thin old lady.
"Grandma, I'm back."
Seeing the old lady, Fang Xiaole walked over happily, supported her and said:
"Happy New Year, Grandma!"
"Xiao Le is here? Great."
The old lady was also very happy and reached out to grab Fang Xiaole's sleeve, but when she looked at her palms, which were a little gray and black from having just held the firewood, she retracted her hand.
But her hand was halfway retracted when Fang Xiaole directly grasped it. He then turned to look at Lin Yao and said to the old lady:
"Grandma, she is my girlfriend."
Lin Yao stood there timidly, clasped her hands together, hanging above her thighs, and bowed to the old lady.
"Hello, grandma, my name is Lin Yao. I wish you a happy new year. I, I..."
Only then did she remember that the gift she had bought for the old man was placed in the living room. She wanted to go back and get it, but she felt it would be impolite. Her pretty face flushed red and she stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.
Kukuku~~The two big things in the pigpen were still there, nodding and squealing, and together with the pretty girl standing stupidly beside them, they formed an interesting picture.
"That's great, Xiaole, that's great!"
The old lady looked at Lin Yao, then at Fang Xiaole, and a smile made up of wrinkles appeared on her thin face, full of vicissitudes and kindness.
"you……"
Perhaps Lin Yao was too beautiful, which put some pressure on the old lady. She quickly pointed outside and said:
"It's dirty in here, you guys go sit outside, I'll cook, it will be ready soon."
The old lady pointed outside and signaled Fang Xiaole to take Lin Yao out to sit.
"Grandma, can I help you cook?"
Lin Yao came over.
"No, no, you can't do that. Your hands will get dirty. Go sit outside."
The old lady wanted to push the two of them outside, but she felt her hands were too dirty and didn't dare touch Lin Yao. She pointed outside with her skinny arm.
"It's okay, grandma, I really like cooking."
Lin Yao also imitated Fang Xiaole, reached out and held her hand, her big eyes full of water.
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