She hurriedly stopped talking and turned to look at Zhang Jingyu doubtfully.

"My hair is in a mess." Zhang Jingyu smiles again and reaches out to help Gu Nianjia to dial the broken hair in front of her forehead.

Gu Nianjia probably understood the meaning of Zhang Jingyu. Sometimes the old people are just like children. They are very competitive. Children are not willing to lose to adults, and the old people are not willing to give to young people, especially such simple and childish games.

If he doesn't remember, he doesn't remember.

When she played games with Lin Xiaoyu at home, she always let Lin Xiaoyu, and it was very obvious that the little guy was naive to think that he was really so powerful and happy to die.

"I don't remember. Grandpa, please come again," she thought

The old man took the dice from Gu Nianjia's hand and threw them again.

At this time, a man came in at the door. Looking back, Gu Nianjia saw that Zhang Jingyu's father had come. He was wearing a down jacket and his feet were stained with snow. He seemed to be in a hurry.

Carrying two bottles of expensive wine.

Father Zhang entered the door and looked at Mr. Sun with a flattering smile. "Dad!"

The old man didn't hear the same thing. He took checkers seriously according to the steps on his dice.

Zhang's father shouted again at the door, but the old man still didn't respond.

Gu Nianjia frowned, leaned up to Zhang Jingyu's ear, and asked in a low voice, "does your grandfather have a little ear back?"

Zhang Jing meets Zhou men and closes his mouth with a finger

Make a sign in her eyes not to speak.

He also glanced at the old man, obviously signaling something.

Gu Nianjia understands that the old man pretends not to hear Zhang's father calling for him. It seems that he has any opinion on Zhang's father.

But the old man had heard what she had just said to Zhang Jingyu. He threw his checkers on the chessboard, snorted coldly, and said proudly, "I used to work as an investigator. I can hear a little wind and a little wind."

Miss Jia's embarrassed face was hot, her mouth was curled, and she looked at the old man timidly.

Mr. Sun scolded the old man in a low voice, saying, "Dad, you talk to the child in a low voice, and you will scare the child."

The old man didn't think so. He looked at Gu Nianjia and said in a cold voice, "I think she was afraid to fight with orange just now. I don't think she would be frightened by the atomic bomb explosion."

Gu Nianjia: "..."

Did the old man take gun medicine?

Or was he a gunpowder soldier when he was a soldier?

Zhang Fu has come to the old man with two bottles of wine. The old man still hasn't looked at him.

My uncle and aunt who are busy in the kitchen just came out at this time.

Seeing Zhang Xianlong, the couple said, "my sister and my brother-in-law are here. It's time for dinner."

My brother-in-law and my aunt are both wearing glasses. At first sight, they are quiet cultural people.

Especially the little aunt, about 50 years old, is wearing a plain sweater and apron. She is not lack of the temperament of Gao Gan's children and scholars, nor is she lack of the virtue of a woman at home.

The two of them came out and finally gave Zhang Xianlong a step down.

Zhang Xianlong smiled and nodded to them, then put the wine in his hand on the tea table.

The old man still didn't look at him. He got up with his crutch and went to the kitchen.

After a few steps, I thought of something again. Looking back, I said, "let's have dinner together."