The old lady stared at Qingsi closely, her eyes getting brighter and brighter. She looked at Qingsi as if she were looking at her daughter from a distance in time and space.
Xia Anlan said softly to Qingsi: "Qingsi, don't be afraid. These are your grandparents, uncle's parents. They like you very much. Can you call them?"
Qingsi grabbed Xia Anlan's sleeves and looked at them. She bit her lip and hesitated for a while before calling out: "Grandma... Grandpa..."
The old lady didn't shed a tear from the morning she learned that her daughter was still alive until she saw Qingsi just now.
She kept telling herself that it was a good thing that her daughter was still alive, and it was an even greater good thing that she could see her daughter in her lifetime. She couldn't cry, she had to be happy.
She was afraid that her tears would turn into sadness and make all her expectations come true.
However, Qingsi's voice made her strong for several hours turn into powder in an instant.
Qingsi calls her grandma. This is not a dream. This is true. She has a granddaughter. Her daughter is still in the world. Many years have passed and a little angel has been brought back to her. She can finally live like others. It's a shame to mess with my grandson's life.
The tears on Mrs. Xia's face suddenly came and rolled down one by one.
Qingsi looked up in fright. She didn't understand why they were crying when she just called her grandpa and grandma.
She timidly asked: "Uncle, I...did I call you wrong?"
Xia Anlan can best understand the mood of his parents at this moment, because like them, he couldn't believe it when he saw Qingsi and Xiao Ai.
"No, you didn't call me wrong, you called me right."
Qingsi was anxious: "But they cried, they were very sad..."
Xia Anlan comforted her: "I'm not sad, but happy, just like my uncle was happy when he saw you for the first time."
Qingsi looked puzzled: "Sir, it's strange, why do you feel happy when you cry?"
Xia Anlan touched her head: "In the world of adults, there is a word called crying with joy. Qingsi, go hug grandma and comfort her, and she will stop crying."
Qingsi nodded.
Xia Anlan picked her up a little, and she reached out and opened her arms to hug Mrs. Xia.
"Grandma, please stop crying."
But she didn't expect that Mrs. Xia would cry even harder.
Qingsi was so frightened that she quickly asked: "Uncle, what should I do?"
Xia Anlan knew that comfort was useless at this time. His mother needed to cry to vent her heart.
"It doesn't matter, let grandma cry for a while, she is so happy..."
Nie Qiuping came out of the kitchen carrying cut oranges. She saw a group of people standing there and heard crying. She was a little worried and asked, "What's wrong?"
She didn't know the two elders of the Xia family. When she saw Xia Rushuang, she said, "Sister-in-law is here. Why are you standing here? Come sit down!"
Xia Rushuang saw Nie Qiuping walking over step by step. Her footsteps were like scissors being inserted into her heart.
This bitch, why is she so lucky
Nie Qiuping could get what she couldn't get even with all her efforts.
She plotted against Xiao Ai twenty years ago and let her die for twenty years, while she herself gained twenty years of glory and wealth.
But who could have expected that after so many years, Xiao Ai, who had been dead for many years, would reappear in front of him as Nie Qiuping.
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