"Grandma, Great-Grandpa, Great-Grandma, I'm here! Did you miss me?" Little Fish sat down next to Wu Zhi Qiu as if they were old friends, hugging Wu Zhi Qiu's arm and acting coquettishly.
Wu Zhiqi's body was stiff. Although she was her granddaughter, she wasn't very close to her. They hadn't even met in the past two years. She also knew the purpose of their visit, so she couldn't feel close to her.
The elderly couple leaned back on the sofa, offering no response, as if they hadn't heard anything.
"Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, Dad," Li Xingguo and Dong Yun came in next, greeting them warmly.
The old man squinted and asked, "Who is this? Why are they visiting so late at night?"
Li Xingguo...
"Sir, it's me, Xingguo. Don't you recognize me?" Li Xingguo smiled awkwardly.
"Who, who is he?" The old man leaned closer to the third son.
The third brother... his grandpa's started again, he's putting on an act again.
"Li Xingguo, your eldest grandson, my father's eldest son, how come you don't recognize him? He's just old and his skin is loose and peeling."
The old man… “Huh? My eldest grandson has come back to life! Wasn’t he gone? Wasn’t your father supposed to be burying his son in the sand… his son with black hair?”
The third brother held back for a long time, but finally couldn't help himself and burst into laughter.
Liu Cuihua lowered her head and pinched her thigh.
Li Mantun: "Dad, he's not dead, he's still alive! Look closely, this is our family's most promising grandson!"
"Aren't Manman and Xiaoyu the most promising? They're both amazing. It's just that they're girls. Sigh, our family's ancestral graves have some issues. There's an imbalance of yin and yang. After I die, you should find someone to take a good look at them. If all else fails, dig them up and air them out to increase the yang energy. The men of the Li family can't be useless!" the old man rambled on.
Dong Yun couldn't help but think to himself, "Manman and Xiaoyu aren't from the Li family at all. One is from the Yu family and the other is from the Guan family. What do they have to do with the Li family?"
"Grandpa, it's me, Xingguo. Don't you recognize me?" Li Xingguo approached the old man, squatted down in front of him, and asked the old man to take a good look at him.
“This can’t be my grandson, he’s older than my son,” the old man said, his face twitching.
Li Xingguo...
The third brother cleared his throat. "My mind hasn't been working so well these past two years. I've got Alzheimer's. I can't remember people I don't see often. If my aunts don't come for two months, I won't even recognize them. Needless to say, you're even less likely to be recognized. I probably would have thought you were dead long ago."
The old man glanced sideways at his third son and said, "What nonsense are you spouting? Who the hell has dementia?"
Li Xingguo had hoped to win over the old man and woman, but he didn't expect that the old man would develop dementia and not recognize people.
He looked at the old woman and gently touched her arm. The old woman kept her eyes closed. "Grandma, it's me, Xingguo. I've come to see you."
The old woman opened her eyes, her hands groping around. "Who? Who touched me?"
Li Xingguo... looked at the third brother.
The third child… “has trouble seeing and hearing.”
"Mom and Dad, are you done making the soup? It's full. Let's help them back to their room."
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