"I ate it." When he Dingguo finished, he didn''t forget to stare at the sergeant behind him.


    He can''t let Ye Xin know that he hasn''t taken good care of himself.


    "Grandpa, I want to drink Soybean milk." Entering the room, Ye Xin saw soybean milk and small steamed buns on the table and said immediately.


    "OK, Grandpa will eat with you." He Dingguo immediately took Ye Xin, sat at the table, and stretched out his hand to pour Ye Xin a cup of soybean milk.


    "Old man, where''s mine?"


    He Zetian found that after the old man saw Ye Xin, he completely forgot his existence. At least he was brought up by he Dingguo and his wife. The difference is whether to be so big. Other people''s families are all sons as treasures. How come here, he became grass.


    In fact, he Zetian was really hungry. He drank a cup of sobering tea made by Lin Shengyi in the morning, and everything he ate was bitter. At breakfast, he endured to drink a bowl of porridge. Now he feels that his stomach is not bitter. He is really hungry.


    "Do it yourself, have plenty of food and clothing, and drink some water. Soybean milk is a girl''s." He Dingguo didn''t even give a glass of soymilk to he Zetian.


    He Zetian was very helpless, but fortunately there were steamed stuffed buns to eat.


    "You eat less. It''s hard for a girl to come." He Zetian just ate two small steamed stuffed buns and was remembered by he Dingguo.


    "Grandpa, you eat." Ye Xin was helpless and took a steamed stuffed bun to heding national highway. In fact, she was not hungry at all. Lin Shengyi''s craftsmanship was so good that she ate a little in the morning.


    "Well, it''s better to be a girl. You know it hurts me."


    He Zetian felt helpless when he Dingguo said that he had been living with him since he was less than a year old. How could he become an outsider overnight.


    "Grandpa, it''s good for your stomach to have some porridge in the morning." Ye Xin thinks about Lin Shengyi''s method of cooking porridge. When he gets back, let him write it down.


    "OK, listen to the girl." He Dingguo nodded repeatedly.


    The sergeant behind he Dingguo seemed to see the new world. You should know that he Dingguo hated porridge most. He always said it was light and tasteless, and he always liked to eat fried dough sticks. The basic breakfast was a bowl of soybean milk, a dish of pickled vegetables and two fried dough sticks.


    After the old man promised, he Zetian secretly gave Ye Xin a thumbs up.


    I thought that their old man was finally obedient.


    After breakfast, he Dingguo took Ye Xin to the second floor. The decoration on the second floor is very simple. Although it is simple, it shows a strong trace of home. On the left is a balcony with all kinds of flowers.


    "These were taken care of by your grandmother before she died. After she left, I took care of them. Come with me."


    He Dingguo took Ye Xin into the room closest to the balcony and opened the door. It was full of white and light pink decorations. Some decorations were old, and thick manual traces could still be seen. Almost all the decorations in the house were made by hand.


    "Your grandmother also stayed abroad in her early years. After she lost her son, she would do something every year to alleviate her missing. You see, this doll has been handmade for 40 years. It''s not good and some nondescript. With the change of time, it''s becoming more and more skilled..."


    He Dingguo introduced one by one that every item in the house had a story. It lasted 40 years and never stopped until the year grandma died.


    Looking at everything in the house, Ye Xin said silently in her heart: Mom, even if you are lost, you are still very happy. If people really go to the underworld after life and death, maybe you and grandma can be reunited and tell the feelings of missing for 40 years.