Chapter 100

The old man lay in bed all night. He didn't know whether it was because the medicine sent by his baby granddaughter was magical, psychological or physical. Anyway, he was lively the next morning. He got up early and took the initiative to take the important work of sending Xuanxuan to the kindergarten.

Although Han Jun looks better, but his age is unforgiving. How can he get well all at once? He just doesn't have a fever. The old man doesn't want to be sick in front of his son and granddaughter, so he deliberately pretends to be well.

He still doesn't want to take the medicine, but in addition to the medicine sent by Xuanxuan, Xuanxuan will give the medicine to Grandpa sooner or later, and grandpa is responsible for taking Xuanxuan to and from school.

On the first day when Han Jun sent Xuanxuan to school, he met many children in her class at the gate of the kindergarten.

The little guy took grandpa's hand, went to the children, said hello warmly, and then introduced loudly, "this is my grandpa."

He went to teacher Ding Rou again, "teacher Ding, this is my grandfather."

From that day on, all the children who knew Xuanxuan knew that Xuanxuan had a tall and cool grandfather.

Time passed quickly. A week passed in the twinkling of an eye. On Friday afternoon, Han Jun took the little guy home as every day. Just after changing his shoes, the old man squatted down in front of Xuanxuan and spoiled the child's pink face.

"Xuanxuan, today is Grandpa's last time to pick you up from school. Grandpa and grandma will go back to southern Jiangsu tomorrow." Han Jun booked the ticket two days ago, but he didn't know how to say goodbye to the little guy. He dragged it until he left.

For the little guy, this is a shocking news. The buzzing sound of the little brain is blank. I only heard grandpa say "the last time" and cry, "is Xuanxuan bad, so Grandpa is leaving?"

Han Jun wanted to say it plainly, but he was reluctant to leave soon. His tone was a little low. Seeing Xuanxuan crying, the old man's nose was sour and his eyes were red.

Hearing the child crying, Han Mo and Chen Yuehong came out of the kitchen together.

Grandpa was comforting Xuanxuan. Han Mo didn't come right away and asked Chen Yuehong softly, "why did you go back so soon?"

Chen Yuehong was also uncomfortable. She had also discussed with her wife how to say it. She was embarrassed and said, "your father didn't retire. There are still classes to attend school. The leave time can't be too long."

Han Mo knows that the teacher has winter and summer holidays in addition to legal holidays, so there is no annual leave that can be allocated at will. This time, it must be a temporary leave. It really can't be delayed too long.

Adults are easy to understand, but children are difficult to understand. She just feels that she has just had Grandpa. Why is Grandpa leaving? The little guy is unhappy all night and has a flat mouth.

The children and the old people felt bad, and the atmosphere of dinner was a little depressed.

The little guy doesn't want his grandparents to go, and his grandparents don't want to let him go.

Xuanxuan refused to sleep until late at night. Finally, she fell asleep on the sofa listening to the old man's story. Finally, Han Mo took her back to her small room.

Han Mo was busy at night and didn't finish until midnight. When he passed the guest room, he heard a voice in the room. Han Mo knew that the two old people couldn't give up their children, so he couldn't sleep.

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After the baptism of heavy rain, the sky in Beidu has been thoroughly washed away, making it more blue and clear. The washed leaves swing in the air with the warm wind, and the golden sunshine is projected onto the floor through the glass. After the heavy rain, after a week of sunshine, this weekend was originally a good day to go out and play.

But the little guy is not happy at all, because she is going to send her grandparents to the railway station with her father.

Along the way, only Chen Yuehong kept telling her, for fear that her son and granddaughter would have a bad life if she said less. Han Jun was silent. It was rare that she didn't dislike the old companion's nagging. The little guy leaned against her grandfather, and only Han Mo kept saying, "well, OK, I know."

The traffic in Beidu is not very smooth. On the morning of the weekend, it is just at the peak of travel. Although it is not far from the railway station, sitting in a taxi is not so annoying for the first time.

In Han Mo's mind, all the memories of the original owner getting along with his parents are bad. Quarrels and running away from home often occur. When he quarreled with his father in southern Jiangsu, he didn't go home for a few days.

At first, he was a little worried that he would not get along well with his parents, but it was completely different from Han Mo's idea. His mother did nag, but it was all for his good life trivia. He always worried about this and that. Every sentence was a reminder to him that he was afraid that he could not do well, even if he was already the father of the child and an adult, But she still told Han Mo like a child.

The father is more different from what he thinks. He is really stubborn and doesn't like to talk. Maybe he quarreled too much with his son in the past. He is afraid that if he doesn't speak well, he will make everyone unhappy, so he tries to avoid talking. Han Mo can even feel that the old man has deliberately restrained many things to avoid conflict. There has never been such a thing in the memory of the Lord of the brain to his father.

The two old men treated Xuanxuan obediently, carefully and patiently. Han Mo even wondered if there was something wrong with the original owner's memory and why his mother and father were completely different from what he saw with his own eyes.

The railway station is a crowded place, and the railway station in Beidu gives full play to the word congestion.

They didn't get too close to the railway station. The little guy was flat and wanted to cry at any time. Chen Yuehong quickly squatted down and kissed and hugged Xuanxuan's small face.

Han Jun also had to squat down, but the injury on his waist was obviously heavier. The downward movement was very difficult. Chen Yuehong helped him nearby and then squatted down hard.

Han Mo frowned slightly. These days, he didn't carefully observe the two old people. Their parents were really their parents' looks, but they were different from their memories six years ago. There were many wrinkles on their faces. At first glance, their mother's black hair was newly dyed before coming to Beidu. There was a faint white at the root of her hair, and my father was not in my memory, When he was a child, he could catch up with him from upstairs to downstairs and run around the community for a few times in order to catch the original owner of skipping class and beat him. At the moment, even his squatting action needs to be completed smoothly with the strength of others.

Han Mo's eyes fell on them and sighed gently. He knew that it was not the deviation of memory, but that they were old.

Han Jun looked up at Han Mo, slowly got up and walked to him.

So many days, father and son looked at each other face to face for the first time. In his previous memory, they couldn't even call, let alone talk at close range.

A moment of silence.

Han Mo took the lead in saying, "be careful on the road, Dad."

Han Jun's expression paused. Maybe he hasn't heard this title clearly in recent years. He has an unspeakable taste in his heart. He seldom communicates with his son, because every time he starts with a quarrel and ends with his son turning off his cell phone and running away from home. In the past, he himself had a hot temper. Now he mostly chose to be silent and cooperate with his son's words and deeds. He didn't want to be unhappy in a short time, so he didn't take the initiative to say anything to Han Mo these days.

The old man smiled. The original handsome face left traces of vicissitudes. The sharp pupil has become much more gentle after years of polishing. Once he was the leading professor of Southern Jiangsu Conservatory of music, brought out countless excellent students and dominated the world in his work. At the moment, he is only a restrained temper and not good at talking, A father who misses his son but doesn't know how to express it.

Han Jun took the suitcase in his son's hand and said in a low and gentle voice, "take good care of the children and yourself. Whether you're doing well in the north or not, remember, there's your home in southern Jiangsu."

When Han Mo heard the old man's words, his throat tightened and nodded heavily, "you also pay attention to your body."

The little guy had finished saying goodbye to his grandmother and ran to his father. Han Mo took her hand.

The old man didn't say anything more and patted Han Mo on the shoulder.

Looking at the back of their parents who have gradually gone away, once upon a time, they also held their own hands, just like he holding Xuanxuan at the moment