Xie Hongfu obediently took a stool and went over to his grandfather.
Then he sat down quietly and listened to the two old people talking.
He enjoyed listening to his grandfather's stories.
Seeing this, Zhao Guoan and the others also went to find stools and gathered around to listen.
Listen to their stories from their childhood, and hear them recount the various experiences they encountered during that war-torn era.
Everyone listened with great interest.
Just then, an incongruous voice rang out: "Grandma, didn't you and Grandpa Xie have a childhood betrothal?"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked at him, and then turned to the two old men.
Seeing that everyone was watching, Grandma Luo readily admitted that both sets of parents had expressed interest in this matter.
Unfortunately, fate is a very elusive thing.
They kept chatting, and time quietly slipped away.
That night, Jiang Jinxiu lay in bed, unable to sleep at all. Thinking about what had happened during the day, she felt a little emotional. Fate is truly a mysterious thing.
Thinking of herself and Gu Xichen, and knowing that Gu Xichen said he would be back tomorrow, a smile couldn't help but spread across her face.
Orange was lying on the table when it saw its owner laughing for no apparent reason. It realized that its unreliable owner must be thinking about the male owner again.
Suddenly, it leaped onto the bed: "Master, Master, I haven't slept with you in so long, I want to sleep with you tonight!"
Jiang Jinxiu heard Chengzi's voice and chuckled as she patted its little head.
In a particularly good mood, I lifted the covers and let Orange crawl inside.
Orange was also clever; after squeezing in, she found a comfortable spot, turned around, stuck her head out, rested it on Jiang Jinxiu's hand, and slept next to Jiang Jinxiu.
He looked exactly like a real person.
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