Qingcheng closed Weibo and got up from the bed, because she smelled the fragrance of vegetables and her nose was very smart, and she smelled that she was stewing walnut pigeon soup.
In early September, she had a lot of schoolwork, and she hadn't been back to her grandma for a long time.
When Qingcheng walked to the small living room, she saw the old lady sitting on the sofa, flipping through the photos—
"Old lady, look again. Are you tired of it?"
"My granddaughter, how could I be tired of watching?" Mrs. Xu was slightly fat, but she was very elegant. She wore presbyopic glasses and had the temperament of an old intellectual. She looked very energetic.
Qingcheng smiled and simply sat next to grandma and watched it together.
Most of the albums in the album in the hands of the old lady are photos of her when she was in elementary school. What caught my eye was a photo of her playing the guqin—a princess dress in a fluffy gauze, her eyebrows raised and her fingers raised, but she was full of strength.
Grandma Xu said: "When you were young, you learned this and that. You left early and returned late at a young age. I wanted you to learn less, but you still refused."
Qingcheng smiled and said, "Didn't I stop learning the guqin later?"
"Isn't that still learning a bunch of other things?" The old lady flipped through the photos for a while and said, "I heard your second uncle say that he is doing Kunqu opera recently, so you follow him to learn, and you will also do opera? "
Orange nodded.
Grandma Xu smiled kindly: "After you listened to Kunqu Opera when you were a child, come back and tell me that you fell asleep. Don't fall asleep again when you look back."
"… "
Qingcheng thought it was incredible. There were some old things that had been silent and motionless for many years. Once they appeared, they would often be talked about.
She saw that there was a photo album of her middle school on the table. After thinking for a while, she went through a photo, took it, and sent it to her roommate Shi Yingying.
Qingcheng asked: "Dear, is it much different from me now?"
Shi Yingying: "Great."
Green Orange Khan: "Thank you. Do you think the people who I had 'a few encounters' with eight or nine years ago would recognize me when they saw me?"
Shi Yingying: "Unless that person is obsessed with you, you are still recognizable by your eyes. I heard you and asked, is there a story about 'reunion of old rain'?"
Qingcheng: "It's not the reunion of the old rain, nor the unforgettable one."
She thought for sure not. And she will remember him. First, his appearance has not changed much, but he has lost the youthful youth, and has the edge and charm of a man. Second, she is good at remembering people and events, scenes, characters, and pictures. After seeing something, she will remember it very well. As for numbers and languages, she is not very good at memorizing.
Shi Yingying: "It's 80% unrecognizable. It's not two or three years in 1989. I almost forgot my classmates from 1989."
Qingcheng Xin said: Then borrow your auspicious words.
The nanny aunt who was helping to watch the heat in the kitchen came out and asked, "Old lady, I think this soup is almost done."
Mrs. Xu closed the photo album, got up and said, "I guess it's almost the same." Then she said to Qingcheng, "Let's go, grandma will make another parsley lily, and we'll have dinner."
Qingcheng said sweetly, "Grandma, I'll help you wash the vegetables."
And that evening, Uncle Xu also went to the old lady's house.
Uncle Xu called out Qingcheng, who was helping grandma and auntie nanny in the kitchen. Qingcheng thought that the second uncle was going to mention work, so she couldn't help but listen with all her energy.
As a result, Director Xu said: "Orange orange, the second uncle wants to borrow the garden of the next family from you."