When everyone calmed down, they found that Zhao Dezhong, who had followed them back, was missing...
Meng Qidi went out to look for him and saw the old man smoking a cigarette by the bridge. "Why don't you go in?"
The old man looked up at the sky and sighed, "Alas, I am alone, I am sorry to bother you. Your mother-in-law's eyesight is better now, and she still has hope. Unlike me, no matter how much I miss you, I am still alone..."
After hearing the old man's words, Meng Qidi originally wanted to mock him for his sour tone, but when she saw his melancholy look, Meng Qidi suddenly couldn't make such a joke.
Maybe he was really upset. Although he was not a serious person and often said that he was alone, he actually cared about his deceased relatives in his heart.
After waiting for a while, the student didn't say anything to comfort him, nor did he say anything sarcastic. Old Man Zhao glared at her angrily, "You are so ignorant, don't you see how miserable I am?"
Meng Qidi looked at him innocently, "I thought Jingjing would be fine..."
If this is not verbal comfort, people will probably say that it is easy to talk without any back pain. It is better to be practical and stand with him for a while...
The old man glared at her and said, "I just heard Jinhua talking about the past. If it were my child... he would probably be as old as you..."
The old man's words were filled with a hint of sadness, as if he realized that this did not suit him, and he quickly coughed, "You girl, comfort me quickly!"
Shouldn't I say that she is my family from now on?
Meng Qidi helplessly watched him brush treasures, "Don't be upset, old man? If you are upset, go and observe the vegetables in the greenhouse, or study mushroom cultivation?"
The old man was comforting me with a look on his face, come and comfort me, she really didn't know what to say for a moment...
The old man slapped himself in annoyance and trotted into the yard.
Meng Qidi followed him and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Making observation records. Do you think I'm here for tourism?" The old man said this and went straight into his room.
Meng Qidi...
She really thought that he was just here to deliver the notice...
After going out for a while, she didn't see the old lady when she came back. Meng Qidi lowered her voice and asked, "Are you okay?"
"Well, I'll go make something delicious for Xiao Chengzi." Ling Xiao smiled and moved a stool for Meng Qidi.
"Why are you sitting here? We need to go buy groceries. Have you forgotten that we have a banquet at home tomorrow?"
Ling Xiao patted himself. His memory was so bad after coming back. He really forgot about this matter...
"Borrow a car or ride a bicycle? How many relatives are there in your family? How many tables of people are there?"
Meng Qidi asked Ling Xiao three questions in a row, confusing him: How many relatives do they have in their family?
"Xiao Qi, we have five tables here, how many tables are there at the Meng family's side?" Wang Jinhua came out at the door.
Meng Qidi frowned, "One table?"
"Then there will be six tables of food in total. Are you going to go to the county town to buy them? Will it be in time?"
Wang Jinhua glanced at the sky and felt a little worried. She had forgotten about this this morning. Look at her memory.
"We should be able to make it in time. We can ride to town and I'll borrow a bike."
Drive faster and you'll be there in less than half an hour.
Riding a bike? Meng Qidi wanted to refuse. Although she decided to give it a try with Ling Xiao, wouldn't it be too intimate for the two of them to ride on the same bike?
The banquet could not be delayed, so a few minutes later, Meng Qidi sat in the back seat of Ling Xiao's car.
If she wasn't sitting straight, Ling Xiao would have been overjoyed. Now that she was sitting like this...
Ling Xiao's entire attention was on the back seat and the road ahead, fearing that the next bump would throw him off...
He rode slower as his concentration was distracted. Ling Xiao felt helpless as he didn't dare to let her hold him.
After walking for two minutes, a steep slope appeared in front of them. Seeing that Ling Xiao was riding absent-mindedly, Meng Qidi anxiously reminded him, "Be careful, there is a slope ahead!"
Ling Xiao came to his senses and found that the bike was ready to go downhill, and it was a very steep slope. He quickly controlled the front of the bike, but he didn't dare to brake too hard...
Even though the brakes were pressed, the car was still going very fast. Meng Qidi was afraid of falling, so she quickly hugged Ling Xiao's waist and stared at the side nervously, fearing that something might happen.
Ling Xiao felt his waist tighten, and was slightly stunned. Then he concentrated on controlling the speed of the car, but the corners of his mouth could not help but rise...
After coming down the steep slope, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Perhaps because she was too nervous just now and hadn't recovered yet, Meng Qidi didn't even take her hand away.
Ling Xiao glanced down at the little hand on his waist, his heartbeat uncontrollably speeding up. He...his wife hugged him...
After taking a look ahead, Ling Xiao couldn't help but look down at his hand at his waist, fearing that it was just an illusion.
Originally, Meng Qidi hadn't noticed that Ling Xiao lowered his head too frequently, and coupled with his continuous jumping on the rocks, Meng Qidi's numb butt could hardly bear it.
Her eyes fell on her arms, and she saw that she was still hugging Ling Xiao tightly, with a thick military coat on top. She seemed to feel the man's firm abdomen, as if she had seen Ling Xiao naked in the past year...
Realizing that she was thinking too much, Meng Qidi's face turned red and she quickly pulled her hand back.
Xiao Qi withdrew her hand too quickly, and Ling Xiao felt a little annoyed that he couldn't help but keep lowering his head.
In Lingjia Village, Zhao Dezhong was writing observation records in the house. After his uncle and aunt left, Xiao Chengzi was left alone. He sneaked into Old Man Zhao's house, saw him writing, and clamored to write too.
Unable to persuade her and not wanting her to disturb him, Zhao Dezhong threw her a brush.
Unable to draw, the little girl was making a fuss again. Zhao Dezhong was annoyed and gave the little girl a bottle of ink, completely forgetting that she was only three or four years old...
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