Wen Shuqiao took his hand and led him into the house. Cancan also saw the photo. He looked up at his aunt and then at his uncle who was sitting down.
Shen Jiazhou had already composed himself. He stood up and said, "This is Grandma."
He handed the incense to Cancan: "Introduce yourself to Grandma."
Looking at the photo, Can Can understood. Holding the incense, he obediently knelt down and kowtowed three times.
I kowtowed like this when I saw my father last time, and I'm sure I'll do the same when I see my grandmother this time.
After kowtowing and offering incense, Cancan loudly proclaimed, "Grandma, I am Cancan, my full name is Shen Shiyue, and I am four years old..."
Shen Jiazhou walked over to Wen Shuqiao and couldn't help but whisper, "Every time I hear him introduce himself, it's like reciting a menu."
Wen Shuqiao raised her hand and slapped his arm to tell him not to talk nonsense.
Can Can is clearly... a comedian!
Shen Jiazhou shut his mouth again, refusing to say anything.
But his eyes kept drifting towards Wen Shuqiao, and as he looked, his gaze fell on Zhou Yue's photo, and his expression softened considerably.
"Wen Shuqiao".
Wen Shuqiao's attention was all on Cancan. When she heard Shen Jiazhou call her, she hummed in response and then looked up at him.
Shen Jiazhou was smiling at her.
Her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and something was already overflowing.
Wen Shuqiao asked, "What's wrong?"
Shen Jiazhou said slowly, "Thank you."
"Thank me for what?" Wen Shuqiao asked, a little puzzled.
Shen Jiazhou did not continue speaking.
After Shen Jiachen and his mother passed away, there was someone who could gently and calmly support his sensitive and out-of-control emotions.
He really, really likes... Wen Shuqiao.
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