When Song Shuangyu returned, she saw Xiao Anman and the old people enjoying a harmonious time together.
Such a beautiful child, Song Shuangyu would certainly not forget her.
"An'an?"
Song Shuangyu, carrying a pile of gifts, called out softly.
Hmm, who's calling my name?
The old lady sitting next to Madam Gu had her soft hair tied up in a small, high bun, and when she turned her head, the seemingly dull little bun trembled slightly.
Her round, big eyes looked at Song Shuangyu, then suddenly widened.
A gasp escaped from her rosy lips: "Oh dear!"
Oh no, we've been spotted! Aunt Shuangshuang has found out!
Xiao An was thinking to herself, "What should I do now?"
Grandma Gu patted her little pigtails: "An'an, it's okay, we're not playing hide-and-seek anymore."
"Great-grandmother?"
A questioning look in his eyes—had he received the wrong signal?
Madam Gu smiled and pinched her little darling's soft cheek: "Yes, it's really alright."
Let's just treat this as our first private meeting.
Um?
Who is the old man next to little angel An'an?
I don't think I've seen this before?
Her clothes and demeanor didn't resemble that of an elderly person living in a nursing home at all, and little Anman even called her "Great-Grandma" so affectionately...
Could it be the old lady from the Gu family?
Song Shuangyu was, after all, a young woman, and one who had fallen for someone else's grandson. So when she suddenly saw Old Madam Gu, she was actually a little flustered.
Having received her great-grandmother's permission, Xiao Anman ran up to Song Shuangyu.
"Aunt Shuangshuang, let me help you."
Look at her, An'an is really taking a rare initiative to fight for her father's lord.
Song Shuangyu felt a little nervous after seeing Old Madam Gu, and waved her hands repeatedly when Xiao Anman came up to help.
"Auntie can do it, Auntie can lift it herself."
Of course, as intelligent as Song Shuangyu was, she also noticed the change in how Xiao Anman addressed her.
Judging from the form of address alone, it might not seem like a pleasant thing, but for Song Shuangyu, her intuition told her that this form of address meant something.
From "older sister" to "aunt," I've become part of the same generation as An'an's father.
How could a normal child possibly notice such details? It could only be something an adult in the family would tell them.
Thinking about this, Song Shuangyu felt that her little scheme was about to be overwhelmed.
My cheeks felt slightly hot.
Madam Gu had no idea that she had given the young lady any psychological suggestion. She just sat there for the rest of the time, seemingly no different from any other elderly person living there.
She didn't reveal her identity, and just chatted and laughed with everyone.
Over time, Song Shuangyu did indeed relax.
The atmosphere inside the small flower bed was warm and cozy. Song Shuangyu distributed the gifts she had brought to everyone.
Little Anman is learning to fold origami cranes from Grandpa Li. His chubby little hands often start moving around halfway through because he can't hold the thin paper well.
But Grandpa Li taught her very diligently and patiently, always teaching her from scratch every time Xiao Anman started making mistakes.
...
It wasn't until Song Shuangyu's volunteer work ended that they said goodbye to the elderly residents and left the nursing home.
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