It was snowing heavily in Kyoto at the end of November.
The bustling capital city is covered in silver and decorated with lanterns and festoons. The New Year has not yet arrived, but the New Year has already overflowed.
Yanhuai returned to the villa at 7 o'clock in the evening, it was already dark, and there were warm lights in the villa.
The car stopped in front of the court, and climbed up the cleaned marble slab steps. Before entering the hall, I heard faint voices from inside.
Meng Jingxian is sitting on the retro sofa and is on the phone.
Wearing a beige woolen long coat and a gold velvet jasper cheongsam, with a soft smile on her fair side.
"...Grandma tried it, it's really delicious, the rice cakes are firm and fragrant, the sugar rings are crispy, and the fried fish tastes just right, it can be used as a snack or as a dish."
"Grandma misses you so much too. We Qiqi can write so many words. Grandma hasn't read your writing yet."
"Really? How dare daddy teach you these things, this kid is really!"
"Uncle bullied you too? Holding Tanghuan fried fish and deliberately refusing to eat it for you? Good fight! If grandma is here, grandma will beat him too, how unreliable you are!"
A woman over half a century old, one angry and one angry, with a fresh expression that he had never seen before.
The deserted and empty house, because there are more lights and a touch of human voice, intertwined with warmth, so that people who return home after a rainy night can relax physically and mentally.
The exhaustion of a day outside disappeared after stepping into the hall.
"Did Qi Qi call?" Yan Huai walked to the sofa and sat down, asking.
The smile on the woman's face has not disappeared. When she looked back, her eyes were gentle and bright, "Are you back? It's Qiqi's call. She and Sister Zhang sent a package to her home, and she just received it this afternoon."
After Meng Jingxian finished speaking, she switched the phone to a hands-free phone, and immediately a little baby's soft voice came from inside, "Grandpa, I'm Qiqi!"
Yanhuai laughed before saying anything, "Qiqi, I'm grandpa!"
The old and the young connected immediately, chatting in a childish and long-winded way, and Xiao Fu and Huang Curly were caught by the baby for random interviews in the middle, which made the old couple on the other end of the phone laugh heartily, and the whole hall was overflowing. laughter.
It took nearly half an hour to reluctantly say goodbye to my precious granddaughter.
After hanging up the phone, Yan Huai regained his bossy expression, deep and serious, serious, "Didn't you say that Qi Qi sent a package? Is this it?"
He pointed to a large bag of things on the low table in front of him.
He saw it when he entered the door.
The packaging of this thing is incompatible with the luxury of the villa. I don't know what is inside, but the outside is wrapped with layers of old newspapers.
It looks very classless.
Yan Huai did not see disgust in his eyes, this was something sent by his precious granddaughter, even if it was a lump of mud, he would find the best flowerpot to put it in.
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