Jiang had already applied anti-inflammatory drugs, and he was almost healed by the time he arrived at Jiangcheng Hospital.

Grandma Jiang couldn't put it down when she saw Wen Shiqing, and she wanted to hold her hand all the way.

Jiang Ji was aggrieved, and she didn't know who her grandson was.

Grandma Jiang's physical condition has improved a lot. She can eat, drink, and dance.

Jiang had already asked the doctor for half a day off, thinking about taking Grandma Jiang back to the village for a meal.

The doctor approved it, but Rang Jiang already told Grandma Jiang to avoid eating and pay attention to her diet.

Regarding this, Grandma Jiang was like an eggplant beaten by frost, secretly saying, "Restricting my food, it is better to let me die."

Jiang already tensed up when he heard the word death, and quickly raised his hand to cover the old lady's mouth: "Bah, bah, say something auspicious."

Grandma Jiang gave him a sharp look: "It's still superstitious."

Jiang already pursed his lips in grievance, and looked at Wen Shiqing.

Wen Shiqing smiled: "Grandma, Xiao Jiang is right, everyone should live well."

Grandma Jiang immediately responded with a smile on her face: "Xiao Wen is right, I won't say anything."

Jiang Ji: "..."

He suspected that he came back to cause trouble.

He was so angry that he stretched out his hand, walked around Grandma Jiang from behind, and pinched Wen Shiqing who was on Grandma Jiang's right.

Wen Shiqing, however, seemed to have eyes behind him, and grabbed his hand as soon as he raised his hand.

The man's strength is surprisingly strong, Jiang has already earned it, but he didn't shake it off.

He didn't dare to be seen by Grandma Jiang, so he could only be held by his own wrist.

Just buckled all the way.

Jiang Ji's palms were sticky and sweaty.

On the contrary, Wen Shiqing was still humorous and patiently chatted with Grandma Jiang about things in the south and the north.

When she came home, Grandma Jiang suddenly stopped under an old pagoda tree not far away, and she sighed: "I think back then, when you came to our village, this tree was quite young, and now it is old."

Wen Shiqing paused.

Jiang Ji said: "Old woman, your memory is messed up again, why did Uncle Wen come to our place?"

He only thought that Grandma Jiang's memory was confused again. After all, it's not unusual for an elderly person to remember wrong people and things.

Grandma Jiang froze for a moment, looked at Wen Shiqing, and smiled relieved after a while: "You are right, the old woman is getting old, so she may have misremembered."

She raised her hand, put it carefully on Jiang Ji's shoulder, and stepped on the bluestone up the stone steps.

Because of the terrain, it is rainy in Jiangcheng, and the houses are afraid of being flooded, so most houses are built on high places, and the only way to climb the houses is the stacked bluestone steps.

Jiang already held the old man's bone-thin wrist, his eyes were slightly sore, he lowered his head and complained: "Finally he is willing to approach me, I thought I was really an outsider."

Grandma Jiang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised her hand and patted the back of his hand, shaking her head: "What a stubborn child."

She glanced at Wen Shiqing who was walking behind, a few steps away from them, and said in a low voice, "Jiang Ji, a person's life has a long way to go, you have grown up and have your own opinions, I, an old woman, can't accompany you, can't help you, and you won't tell me what happened to you."

She raised her hand and beat her waist, and suddenly found that the steps she had walked for half her life were so high and so far away.

The old man held the boy's hand. The bruise on the boy's wrist faded away, but left an indelible mark. She wiped the corner of her eyes: "It's a good thing that someone protects you."

Jiang Ji originally just wanted to act like a baby and listen to Grandma Jiang chatting with him, but he didn't expect to hear these words.

He was stunned for a long time, and lowered his head in tears.

He moved his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to start.

The old lady has raised him for more than ten years, and her every move towards him has long been engraved in her heart.

He was secretive on the phone, and although he tried his best to hide the pain in his heart when he came to her, she still saw everything in her eyes.

If he didn't tell, she wouldn't ask either.

But she has been planning for him, paving the way for him, and helping him to have a smooth road ahead.

Jiang Ji murmured: "Grandma..."

Grandma Jiang smiled: "What? You're still a child? Do you still think about the melon seeds and peanut candies I bring you in a bag every time I visit relatives?"

She walked up the steps slowly and scolded him: "You should go to a higher place, so go to a higher place, young people, don't trap yourself."

Jiang already nodded heavily, and tightly held the old man's warm hand.

Jiang Ji has always felt that his life is pitiful.

Now he has changed, he is not pitiful at all.

God gave him a chance to change his destiny, if he seized it, then he was lucky.

He has people who love him, he has people he loves.

Jiang already thought, no one is happier than him.

The Jiang family's house has remained unchanged for ten years.

Grandma Jiang was at the end of her strength to be able to raise Jiang Ji by herself.

Jiang has been thinking that when he makes money, he will renovate the house from the beginning to the end.

The old house was covered with tiles and piled with stones. When it rained, the roof leaked. Grandma Jiang got up all night to catch the rainwater with a basin, and Jiang already slept until dawn.

Obviously he will come back to the place during the summer and winter vacations, but Jiang Ji feels a sense of long-lost.

It seems that the last time came back was already a matter of previous life.

Every flower and grass here is familiar to him 1.

It's good to be back.

He smiled and glanced back at Wen Shiqing.

Wen Shiqing also looked up at him, with a smile in his eyes, and some emotions he couldn't understand.

Jiang no longer dared to make trouble in front of Grandma Jiang, so he raised his hand and blew Wen Shiqing a kiss.

Wen Shiqing laughed and said he was naive.

Jiang already snorted, turned his head and followed Grandma Jiang's pace.

The stone house is a good place to rest in the cool air, but it is still winter, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is cold and windy.

So, Jiang went to the neighbor's next door to borrow some quilts, and came back bouncing around.

He hugged the quilt and showed off to Wen Shiqing: "Although you may not have slept in it, this is cotton spun by others, so it is warm."

Before Wen Shiqing could speak, Grandma Jiang came from inside, took Jiang Ji away with one hand, and cursed: "Little Wen is older than you, what have you never seen? Only you, a brat, would take such thingsshow off."

Jiang has been wronged and pouted.

Wen Shiqing walked over, raised his hand to hold his hand, and said with a smile: "It seems that tonight is blessed."

Grandma Jiang walked forward and didn't see their small movements.

On the contrary, Jiang Ji's adulterous person saw adultery, and the words sounded awkward to his ears, as if something indescribable was about to happen.

He rubbed his ears, thinking that Wen Shiqing was becoming more and more shameless.

Unexpectedly, Wen Shiqing was thinking strangely in his heart, his eyes fell on the colorful quilt, and his mind was rarely distracted.

Jiang had expected to stay here until after the Spring Festival before leaving.

But Grandma Jiang can't stay in the village, and Jiang Ji also wants to stay with Grandma Jiang, planning to stay with her in the hospital.

Wen Shiqing's work piled up like a mountain, but he couldn't do without Jiang Ji, so he simply asked Assistant Yang to bring in some of the work he could.

For a time, it seemed that all difficulties were solved.

Jiang was already sitting in the yard in the evening, and the evening wind was blowing chilly, but he still felt excited.

He looked up at the stars in the sky, the galaxy was all over the sky, and the Big Dipper hung far away in the sky.

In Yanjing, bright stars are rarely seen, they are all covered by the neon lights of the city.

Seeing the crooked moon, Jiang Ji raised his finger and said to Wen Shiqing, "The moon should be rounder on the fifteenth day."

Wen Shiqing raised her eyebrows: "Haven't you heard the old man say that the moon will be cut off by Granny Moon?"

Jiang already withdrew his fingers reflexively. He rubbed his ears and asked curiously, "Uncle Wen, have you heard of it?"

Wen Shiqing chuckled: "When I was young, my mother often said to me."

Jiang Ji rarely heard him mention his childhood, and he would not take the initiative to ask questions usually, for fear of poking Wen Shiqing's scar.

Hearing him mention it today, I was very curious: "Uncle Wen, what kind of person is your mother?"

Wen Shiqing was lost in memory, her smile was a little unnatural: "She is a very beautiful woman, but it's a pity that she meets someone who is not nice."

Jiang Ji snorted, and stopped asking.

Sometimes pointing to the end is the best answer.

Wen Shiqing lowered her eyes and pinched his slender fingers: "I'll tell you in detail when I'm free some other day."

He gathered the coat on Long Jiangji's body, and said softly: "It's late at night, go back to sleep."

Jiang Ji obediently said, then got up and was led by Wen Shiqing to walk in.

In the dead of night, Grandma Jiang had already rested, she was too old to compete with young people.

The old house has three rooms, Jiang Ji and Wen Shiqing sleep in one each.

But Jiang was a little scared, and when Wen Shiqing sent him to the door, he pursed his lips and looked at Wen Shiqing: "Aren't you going to sleep with me?"

Wen Shiqing coughed lightly, and said very reservedly: "I'm right next door, if you need me, I'll come."

Jiang already blinked his eyes, pitifully: "But I'm afraid."

Wen Shiqing was helpless: "If grandma sees it, I'm afraid she won't have a good impression of me."

This is true, Jiang Ji had no choice but to step back into his room.

When the people left, he got into the bed alone, not daring to turn off the lights, holding the phone in his hand.

After thinking about it, he curled up and wanted to send Wen Shiqing a message.

Does this seem too clingy?

Clingy people are annoying, they say.

Jiang already hesitated, he thought for a while and then turned off the phone.

But in the next second, there was a knock on the door.

He quickly got up and went to open the door.

The man changed into pajamas and stood at his door, with a breezy smile and a teasing smile: "Aren't you going to let me in?"

Jiang had recovered from his daze and hurriedly let him in.

He muttered, "What are you doing here?"

After talking, saw that the man was carrying a floral pillow in his hand.

He froze for a moment, closed the door carefully, and suppressed Xinxi: "Uncle Wen, do you want to sleep with me?"

Wen Shiqing shrugged: "Otherwise I'm afraid that someone will hide in bed and cry until dawn."

Jiang has an innocent face: "Who? Who is so clingy?"

Wen Shiqing pinched his nose: "Yeah, who is the clingy little guy?"

Jiang Ji: Oh Mo, it's me who is clingy.

He didn't care if he was clingy or not, he made room for Wen Shiqing neatly, and patted the seat next to him: "Uncle Wen, come on."

He didn't hesitate at all, and his eyes were still shining.

Wen Shiqing hesitated for a while, and finally lay down next to the boy under the boy's expectant eyes.

In the dim light, the two of them breathed clearly and slightly rapidly.

There was silence in the air for a while, Jiang Ji's voice was a little hoarse: "Wen Shiqing, do you want to turn off the light?"

Wen Shiqing was silent for a moment: "No need."

Jiang Ji groaned, and lay down obediently.

Two hot bodies were next to each other under the same quilt, making the already narrow bed even more crowded.

Jiang already wanted to turn over, but he felt that there was a man's hand beside him. If he turned over, he would either push the chrysanthemum in front of the man's hand, or hand over his life to the man's hand.

It's really killing people everywhere.

He tried his best to move his butt, but he couldn't control one of them, and directly smashed his butt into Wen Shiqing's abdomen.

Jiang Ji: "..."

The young man in the dark blushed, and he murmured, "I'm sorry."

Wen Shiqing lay on his side, humming in a dull voice.

Jiang has breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally comfortable in his sleeping position, he closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

But when he suddenly felt something, his whole body froze suddenly, and he opened his eyes with a sudden stare. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was as wide as a copper bell.

Jiang's scalp went numb.

He has never eaten pork, but he has seen pigs run away.

The protagonists in the comics have also encountered such embarrassing moments.

Damn, Jiang finally knows how suffocated the protagonist is in this situation!

In order to avoid the next misfire, Jiang has decided to pretend that he doesn't know anything.

He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the source of the heat.

But he closed his eyes and found that he couldn't ignore it at all!

That thing poked him in the waist!!!

Maybe it was the dim light that gave him courage, so he said silently: "Wen Shiqing, put away your stick..."

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