This utility room was converted to floor heating, and there was also a rattan chair and a coffee table made of rattan. It seemed that the old man often came here to sit when he was fine.

There are a few pots of flowers on the windowsill. I have to say that Meng Siqi does plant flowers. Although it is winter, the grass and peonies on the windowsill are blooming very beautifully.

Qiao Qingyu and the old lady of the He family rested for a while before going out.

Seeing that the old lady of the He family went to the kitchen without washing her hands, Qiao Qingyu took her to the bathroom, put hot water for her, and took soap, and then said in a gentle voice, "Grandma, there are a lot of bacteria in this soil. If you come out of the warm room in the future, don't forget to wash your hands with soap."

If Meng Siqi said this, it would be a tone of a lofty tone, but if Qiao Qingyu said it with a smile, the old lady of the He family would love to listen to it very much.

He nodded quickly, "I know, I know, it's good to be hygienic. Your father always tells me that paying attention to hygiene can prolong life."

"Yes, right, grandma, you are so awesome, you know a lot."

If you say nice things, Qiao Qingyu will naturally be unscrupulous.

After the two of them washed their hands, Qiao Qingyu took out the gala oil and let the old lady wipe it. The old lady didn't want to apply it. Qiao Qingyu grabbed her hand and said, "Spring is here, and this hand is very easy to dry. Look, it's all cracked. My grandma's hands used to be like this. Later, I left her several boxes of gala oil. Now my milk hands are so delicate."

As he spoke, he had already helped the old lady wipe his hands. After smelling it, it smelled so good. Not to mention, I always feel that my hands are tight and it feels really comfortable after applying it.

I looked at the little grandson-in-law's beautiful face and white and tender skin, especially her little hands are so beautiful, her fingers are thin and long, small and delicate, just like the white jade carved. I looked at Qiao Qingyu's figure in my heart and smacked my lips. Her little grandson is a blessing.

At this time, He Xiuyu called his sister out of the room. After all, he was an adult. He was the elder brother, but it was difficult to go to his sister's boudoir, so he called his sister to the study.

After thinking about it, I pulled out a book from the top shelf.

Then he handed it to He Juanjuan, who had his head lowered and his face turned gloomy.

"Look, I remember this is the book you read when you were in the third grade. You still wrote a lot of reading notes later."

He Juanjuan suddenly raised her head, why didn't she remember this incident?

Reading books, she has never touched books since she graduated, and she is still in the third grade of elementary school. Her second brother is obviously not at home often, so how could he remember this? He Juanjuan took the book suspiciously.

This is an extracurricular reading book.

It tells the passionate or touching revolutionary stories that happened in the war years.

She curled her lips disdainfully, but at this moment, the second brother stood in front of her with a calm expression. She didn't dare to throw the book aside, so she had to turn it around absent-mindedly.

Her name is written on the title page of the first article, with strokes and strokes - He Juanjuan.

Her tender handwriting is somewhat familiar, and she is undoubtedly hers.

He Juanjuan continued to watch absent-mindedly.

However, as she looked, her expression changed, which was an indescribable complexity. She did not expect that the third grade herself would have such a passionate, positive, upright and kind heart.

He Xiuyu glanced at her faintly, and then said for a while, "When you were born, my eldest brother was seven years old and already in school. I was four years old and in kindergarten. When I got home, we had a beautiful little baby.

It was the winter of 1961, and life was not very easy. My elder brother got up early in the morning and took the tea jar and went to the milk station to queue. The winter of your birth was very cold and there were many people queuing up. When it was my turn, my elder brother's hands were frozen red, and when he got home, he was so cold that he couldn't speak.

He put the tea jar on the stove, and after the milk was boiled, he poured it into the cup, and only put it in the bottle when the temperature was right..."

He Juanjuan raised her eyes and stared at her second brother who was calm and calm in her tone. Her lips were a little trembling.

Her hands were placed on the pages and clenched unknowingly.

"...Brother is a persistent person. He has never delayed a day. Two years, the wind and rain have been storms. He has frostbite because of this. But he said that when he saw his sister smiling at him, he felt very happy..."

He Juanjuan stood up suddenly, her eyes turned red, and she was furious, "Stop talking!"

Then he sat dejectedly on the chair, covered his face with his hands and cried out.

Since childhood, my elder brother and second brother have been very kind to her, and they can treat her with delicious food and fun. When they are finished school, they will pick her up.

On the way back, the eldest brother carried her on his back and the second brother carried three people's schoolbags.

Later, the eldest brother went to the special reserve team, and the second brother went to the junior class.

Then why did the three brothers and sisters go further and further?

He Juanjuan cried even more and more sadly, while He Xiuyu was sitting on the chair, looking at her sister calmly.

There is also a sense of enlightenment in my eyes.

I never thought about it before, but now I think about it carefully. At this family, the relationship between my mother and sister should be like Qiao Qingyu said to be united to keep warm.

The two of them turned themselves into a country, and then he, his elder brother and his father each made their own country.

So it became what it is today.

Suddenly, He Xiuyu missed Qiao Qingyu very much, even if they were just staying in the same building.

Qiao Qingyu, his wife, his lover, he was with her and learned to love and grow.

He Xiuyu's eyes were slightly soft, and he stretched out his hand to rub his sister's hair, but his tone was very strict, "Juanjuan, although you have grown up, you still have to learn how to be a person and how to do things. The road ahead is too long, but in the eyes of my elder brother and I, you should always be that cute and sensible little girl."

He Juanjuan didn't say a word and still cried, not knowing whether it was because of being angry or ashamed.

But it is undeniable that after He Xiuyu said these words, she cried even louder.

He Xiuyu glanced at her and suddenly changed the subject, "He Juanjuan, although Rongrong is not a child who holds grudges, she has a clear distinction between love and hate. Yesterday's incident was actually very unfair to her, but we have no punishment for you except to give her a meaningless apology," he said.

He Juanjuan was stunned, and a trace of uneasiness suddenly rose in her heart.

Her second brother has never been a gentle person.

He Xiuyu's voice was calm, saying a fact, "We are bullying a child, bullying a child without parents. We are all despicable, including me."
Chapter completed!