Chapter 49

It's only a few days since I took the medicine. I should take a good rest.

After a call, Du Cao put the wrapped jujube cake on the table.

"Well, have you eaten yet?" Du Zhang looked at her granddaughter who brought her fresh cakes with a kind smile on her face.

It must be the boy of cypress who came to find Xiaocao again. Every time he came, he would bring some delicious jujube cakes to Xiaocao, and this granddaughter would keep some for her every time.

It's very kind of you to keep what you can't bear to eat. It's not unreasonable for Du Zhang to love Du Cao.

"Granny, try it. It's still hot." Du Cao replied with a smile, and then quickly sent the jujube cake, which had been unwrapped in front of him, to Du Zhang.

Looking at the front of Du Zhang's body seems to be a lot stronger than before, Du Cao's heart is more happy.

"Well, well, you silly girl, you'd better keep these things for later. Grandma doesn't like these sweet ones." Du Zhang looked at a small face in front of him, full of stubborn Du grass, and knew that it was no good not to eat today.

This child is really sensible and distressing. It's only ten years old. It's time to act in the arms of her parents, but she does a lot of housework.

With trembling hands full of calluses, Du Zhang squeezed a piece of soft and waxy jujube cake and put it into his mouth.

Feel the sweet and greasy taste in the aftertaste of the nose, and then say.

Du Cao herself likes to eat these cakes, but she has left so many. At first sight, she is not willing to eat them. After Du Zhang's life for so many years, she can still see these things.

"By the way, what's the matter with your face?" But originally, because the light in the room was not transparent, it seemed a little dim. Du Zhang could not see Du Cao's little face clearly.

But just a wisp of golden sunlight came in through the small window and projected on the white face of Du Cao. The originally smooth and delicate face was now full of red and swollen appearance, with a few ferocious acne on it.

"Grandma, I'm fine. Don't worry. I just don't know what I'm allergic to. I'll be fine in two days." Du Cao subconsciously touched his face. After feeling the bulge above, he felt a burst of chagrin in his heart. When he came, he was too anxious. He forgot to decorate his cheek and then came back. He let Grandma worry.

After a flash of inspiration in his mind, he gave an ambiguous explanation. Seeing this, Du Zhang didn't say anything.

In this way, Du Cao thought of Ji Shumo's ridicule.

After eating the jujube cake, he went on with his work. Du Cao was sitting opposite to Du Zhang. He was bored but seldom accompanied by him. He was old and young, and the time was quiet.

And some things, as long as you think about it, can't stop. Ji's words just now reverberate in Du Cao's mind. This time, I don't know how to sleep at night.

This damned embarrassment of nowhere to put it!

When Du Zhang raised his head, he saw Du Cao's small face bulging and sitting in front of the round table, his delicate white hands crossed on the table.

The original smile Yingying's small face is full of anger at the moment, quite funny.

"What's the matter? Is that silly boy of cypress angry with our granddaughter?" Du Zhang put down the sole in his hand, looked at the worried Du Cao in front of him, reached out and patted the girl's delicate little hand on the table, and asked.

"It's OK, grandma. Who are you making shoes for?" Heard Du Zhang's this inquiry, the heart is still tangled Du grass also recovered, and then convergence of all the emotions on the face.

Just now, unconsciously, she wrote her heart's emotions on her face, which was taboo. Fortunately, this is her grandmother who loves her very much. If sun Guixiang and her two were allowed to pick their own faults, they didn't know what to do with themselves. Then she turned away from the topic and asked.

The bright eyes looked at the pair of black cloth shoes in front of Du Zhang's desk. Two delicate white cloud patterns were embroidered on both sides of the shoes. The soles of the shoes were sewn by Du Zhang, and the stitches on them were tight and neat.

"It's for our little elf, of course." Du Zhang's listen to Du Cao's words, directly by her side of the topic to lead in the past, along Du Cao's words said.

Du Zhang's hand was holding a pair of shoes that were about to be made, and he stood up slowly, holding the table. He put down the two legs of Du Cao that were under the table. The little girl didn't learn well.

Then I picked up the cotton padded shoes on the girl's little feet and compared them. Sure enough, the size is the same, exactly the same.

See here, Du grass can't help but willow eyebrow a pick, eyes full of joy, did not expect grandma's body is not good, began to make shoes for themselves.I looked down at the other cotton padded shoe on my little foot. It was worn out and looked old. Running among the children, it really looked a bit sloppy.

"Grandma is so nice, thank you, grandma." Du Cao was not only moved, but also filled her big eyes with crystal clear tears, and her eyes were all red.

Then he came forward and hugged Du Zhang's rickety back. No one ever cared about her so much. Du Zhang could know what she lacked from the small details of her life.

Bursts of warm current into the heart of Du Cao, satisfied with the water eyes closed, leaning on Du Zhang's shoulder, smelling Du Zhang's unique flavor, this moment, very peace of mind, very happy.

After the cypress left the yard, he didn't go home. Instead, he went up another hill and walked along the path to the hillside. The road was overgrown with weeds, as if no one had ever stepped on it.

"Master?" In the twinkling of an eye, the cypress had already come to a thatched cottage in the middle of the hillside. Although it was simple and impermanent outside, there was another world inside.

Without hesitation, the cypress directly pushed open the fence and went in. Looking at the chickens, ducks and geese running all over the yard, he could not help shaking his head. His master was even older than the old urchin.

Tentatively toward the room called a, only to see the room sub wooden door "creak" a, opened.

Out came an old man with a plain robe and a white beard. On his shoulder stood a pure black bird. Raoshi had been hunting cypress for so many years, and he had never seen such a bird.

"Son of a bitch, I don't know how to come back to see my lonely old man. I have no conscience!" However, a burst of broken thoughts came, which made the cypress standing in the courtyard helpless.

It can be seen that the old man is not complaining for a day or two, but even though the old man has reached the age of aging, his eyes full of wrinkles are still emitting sharp light, which makes people dare not look directly at him.

Looking at the old man who pretended to be angry in front of him, the cypress could not help recalling his first encounter.