Luo Chen nodded: "I'll come pick you up after I finish my drink here."
"Okay, bye-bye brother, drink less alcohol."
Little Yuzu smiled and gave a few words of advice before following Grandma Bai away.
*
Bai family ancestral home.
The ancestral home is located between two mountains, in a low-lying area with moderate temperature and humidity year-round.
After driving the car in, you can clearly feel the temperature drop.
Little Yuzi followed the old lady Bai into a room.
The Bodhisattva statue had been placed in the niche, in the best possible location.
This is Old Lady Bai's Treasure Pavilion.
It's full of Old Lady Bai's treasured possessions.
There are genuine works by famous artists, auction items, and some little-known trinkets.
Grandma Bai, sitting in her wheelchair, said cheerfully, "Little Youzi, look around and whatever you like, Grandma will give it to you."
She doesn't have many days left to live, so I don't feel bad about giving her away.
"take away?"
Despite seeing the old lady's collection of treasures filling the room, Xiao Youzi wasn't tempted at all.
It's just a normal feeling of appreciation.
She walked up to a glass cabinet.
This glass cabinet is very large, with many compartments, and is filled with collectibles.
In the very center is a paper fan.
The handwriting on the paper fan wasn't very good, and the painting was also of very average quality.
"Who drew this?" Little Yuzu asked in confusion.
Grandma Bai looked in the direction Little Youzi pointed, and paused for a long time, "This was drawn by my old man. It was a token of our love that he gave me."
Perhaps there are countless treasures in the room, but none can compare to the fan he made by hand.
It's not pretty, but it's incredibly precious.
Little Yuzu looked at the fan and suddenly said, "His left hand isn't very good."
"yes."
The old lady took out a photograph from her bosom.
The elderly woman in the photo is still very young, with braids, nestled in the arms of a man in military uniform.
The man was young and inexperienced, very handsome, with a smile on his face, but his right arm was empty.
Looking at the photo, Grandma Bai was overcome with nostalgia: "His hand was destroyed in an explosion while saving someone."
In those days, war raged everywhere, and just surviving was a blessing.
“He loved me very much and saved me.”
Grandma Bai chuckled softly, as if she could see the clumsy Grandpa Bai picking up his long-unused calligraphy brush and awkwardly writing down love words.
"He initially refused to give it to me, but I snatched it from him." Speaking of Mr. Bai, Mrs. Bai's face lit up with a smile.
Little Yuzu is a good boy, standing quietly to the side eating his dog food.
As she laughed, tears welled up in Old Mrs. Bai's eyes: "In the end, he was betrayed by a traitor and beaten to death in the dungeon."
Fortunately, even in death, he did not reveal any information about the organization.
Little Yuzu paused slightly, then took out a handkerchief from her bosom and comforted her with pity, "Grandma, don't cry. The deceased is gone."
She gently wiped away the old lady's tears and comforted her with a smile, "Grandpa has done great deeds and will live a good life. Don't worry."
"Little Yuzu is really good at comforting people."
Grandma Bai held the little pomelo and smiled faintly.
After a while, Little Yuzu continued to look around.
Suddenly, I saw a wood carving in the cabinet on the far right of the glass display case.
It was a wooden carving of a little tiger.
The sculpted tiger is incredibly lifelike, especially after the eyes are painted on; it looks remarkably real.
Little Yuzi pointed at the wood carving and asked with a smile, "Grandma, do you like this too?"
"I like it." Grandma Bai maneuvered her wheelchair over.
Looking at the little tiger, she explained with a smile, "My great-grandmother thought this wood carving was very spiritual, and the artist must have been very skillful."
"Really?" Little Yuzu asked with a smile, her heart filled with joy.
Grandma Bai nodded: "Really, I like it very much. I even sent her an invitation for her birthday today, but no one came."
Hehehe.
Little Yuzu chuckled softly, covering her mouth.
She carved this wood carving.
The master said there was some kind of auction, and she gave away three pieces of the wood carving, including this one. Now, only this one is visible, in Bai Zuzu's Treasure Pavilion.
Grandma Bai didn't notice Xiao Youzi's expression and looked at the little tiger, saying, "The author of this work seems to be called Sha Tianyou, a very rare name, probably a stage name."
"What a coincidence, we even share a word in the same character."
Little Yuzu smiled and said, "I'm glad Grandma likes it. Little Yuzu can carve too!"
"Really? You have this skill?" Grandma Bai took Xiaoyouzi's hand.
Grandma Bai touched Xiaoyouzi's soft hands with her bark-like hands and said, "Xiaoyouzi, you are a little girl. There are many things you don't need to do yourself. Grandma hopes you can be a happy little princess."
"My hands won't get calluses." Little Yuzu immediately understood what Grandma Bai meant by that.
She explained, "I'll go back tonight to carve for my great-grandmother."
"Really? Then Grandma will thank Little Pomelo in advance." Grandma Bai looked at Little Pomelo with a smile.
Little Yuzu chuckled twice: "You're welcome."
"Has Little Yuzu taken a liking to anything?"
Grandma Bai's mood improved considerably, so she continued to ask Little Pomelo.
Little Yuzu looked around and then said, "I don't want anything. These are all Grandma's treasures. You can leave them with Grandma."
"How can that be?"
Grandma Bai looked at it and then took a box from the shelf next to her.
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