Chapter 1842

Ye nianmo wrote down in silence and made the first event of tomorrow.

Ding Yiyi looks at him to turn around, some blush.

Pressing people on the bed, the temperature gradually rises with the kiss. Ye nianmo looks down at the emotional woman.

"Crunchy, crunchy."

The two people on the bed suddenly stopped moving, he moved his arm slightly, and there was a "creak."

Creaking sound accompanied by Ding Dacheng's loud and clear forehead singing voice, Ding Yiyi grabbed his arm in some embarrassment, "forget to say, this bed is wooden, may have not come back for too long, a little damp."

Said behind, see pressure in the body of the people that can not be satisfied with the eyes, she shut up.

"Hold on." Suddenly there is a whisper in her ear, she has not responded, the whole person with the quilt was held by people turn out of bed.

Because there is a quilt cushion, no pain at all, she opened the quilt with all her hands and feet, and her hands were imprisoned in the next second.

Ye nianmo raised his eyebrows, with a trace of ruffian spirit, "sound insulation here is not too good, don't make a sound, there was a bed separated just now, but now it is not."

Ye nianmo is really a man who loves revenge and has a black stomach!

Life at home is pleasant, but soon ye nianmo and Ding Yiyi will return to Dongjiang city again. Ding Yiyi has been pestering Ding Ding Dacheng all morning.

Although Ding Dacheng didn't say it, his eyes were red, and he was obviously reluctant to give up. He was also silent during the meal.

Ye nianmo sees all this in the eye, simply finds Ding Yiyi, "have you considered to take dad back to Dongjiang city?"

Ding Yiyi has never thought that his father is no stranger to Dongjiang city. After all, he grew up there since he was young, and he also has a house. When he came to Zhaonan City, he was inconvenient because of his leg injury.

But now she is also used to the life here, and has her own circle of friends. Do you want him to go back?

"I don't know." Ding Yi to tell the truth, she worried about good intentions to do bad things, "I go to ask him."

When Ding Dacheng heard that he wanted to take him back to Dongjiang City, his face shook like a rattle drum. "No, I'm here. If I go, I'll trouble you to remember me, and I'm not convenient now."

"If you have time, call me and send me some pictures of my grandchildren, I'll be satisfied," he said

If it was Ding Yiyi, she might have thought it was the old man's wish, but after so much experience, she was more sensitive.

When he said these words, dad didn't dare to look at him. I think these are not true words. He was just worried that he would drag her down.

Thinking of these days, occasionally when I went downstairs in the evening, I saw him sitting alone on the sofa watching TV. Obviously, he just watched the happy plot on TV. Now she understood that the mood was more lonely.

"Dad, if you want to live in Dongjiang city for two months, you can also change your mood in this way?" She started trying to lobby.

Ding Dacheng said nothing and finally ran out to find someone to play chess.

In the afternoon, ye nianmo looks for Ding Dacheng. After coming out for half an hour, he is immediately pulled aside by Ding Yiyi.

"How about it? Would dad like to go with us or not She was so nervous that, to be honest, it would be best if he was willing to go.

Ye nianmo first looked at her seriously, and then her eyebrows became loose, "yes."

"Really, you're great!" Ding Yiyi gave him a kiss on the cheek, "how to use it?"

He raised eyebrows to look at her, not guest way: "this thank-you gift is too light, said to nod a little lip."

Ding Yiyi looked at him coyly and stood on tiptoe, but only to his work.

The head is lowered with the cooperation of the high person, and the lip is seamless.

"Two words." Ye nianmo with a smile, "granddaughter."

Ding Dacheng decided to return to Dongjiang city to live for two months. It took ye nianmo a day to find the gatekeeper. Ding Dacheng was more and more satisfied with his efficient son-in-law.

When he arrived in Dongjiang City, ye nianmo carried people to the Ding family ancestral house, where they were guarded for a long time. During the half year when Ding Yiyi disappeared, ye nianmo was decorated like a fairyland in fairy tales.

As soon as he arrived in Dongjiang City, ye nianmo's mobile phone rang incessantly, so he had to take the man to his ancestral house and deal with the work first.

"Dad, don't you really think about living with us? There are many rooms. "

Ding Dacheng was very resolute, "no, I am a good old man living here. If I live with you, I am not comfortable." He was thinking of Ye Shuimo, "take the ink out some other day and I'll have a look at it?"

"Ding Yiyi smile," do not need another day, tomorrow will bring ink to see you. "

The next day, even though the appointed time was 10:00 a.m., Ding Dacheng had been standing outside the door frequently at 8:00 a.m.

At about ten o'clock, a Porsche drove into the lane, and the neighbor joked, "when I see a luxury car, I know it belongs to Lao Ding's family."

Ding Dacheng is happy and stretches his neck to wait.Ye Shuimo, who was dressed like a little princess, was pulled out of the car. As soon as montai got out of the car, she frowned, "how can this alley smell?"

Ye Shuimo a listen, really left sniff right sniff, "Meng Yi, what flavor?"

"Little ink?"

Ye Shuimo turns his head and knows that the old man with a happy smile and wrinkled face is called grandfather. Although the number of times of meeting is not much, or even very few, she still knows.

"Grandfather." She cried.

Ding Dacheng should be happy, "little ink still remember grandfather, grandfather is very happy."

Ye Shuimo nodded, "because my grandfather looks like my mother."

In this way, Ding Dacheng is more happy and pulls Ye Shuimo into the room.

"Ink is thirsty. My grandfather will bring you a drink."

"Don't drink any more. It's bad for your child's teeth," Montague interrupted

"That's right. My grandfather will pour you a glass of water." Ding Dacheng happily picked up the kettle on the table and filled the cup with water.

Montaigne looked at the glass, then at the handle of the water glass, which had already taken off the paint, frowned and said nothing.

When he came home, montai said that he would take ye Shuimo to take a bath. He couldn't wait for a moment.

"The young lady is sweating all over. If you don't take a bath, it's easy to catch cold."

Ding Yi Yi thought is also, with her to go. In the bathroom, montai washed Ye's arms with ink.

She rubbed Ye Shuimo's arm carefully until her skin began to turn red. Ye Shuimo cried out in pain, "aunt Meng, it hurts."

"Miss, remember that you can't learn bad habits from those small people." Montague slowed down, but his tone was still serious.

Ye Shuimo did not know why she looked at her, "what is bad habits."

"Such as grabbing food with hands, drinking water with dirty quilts, not looking like a girl and so on." Montai was worried that if children were always with bad things, they would become vulgar.

Ye Shuimo didn't know what she was saying, but she still nodded. She had already learned that whenever aunt Meng said something she didn't understand, she just nodded, and she didn't care if she understood it.

In the park,

a large and a small figure is sitting on a bench, not far away, a group of children are playing with the slide, you push me to block it, because it has just rained, the ground is constantly slippery, and the children's door steps on the mud pit and runs around laughing.

"Grandfather."

"Yes."

"Why do you think the sunset is red."

"Because this is the law of nature, like watermelon must be sweet, not salty."

"Then why watermelon must be sweet, not salty."

"Because it's the law of nature, just like the sunset is red."

"Then why is the sunset red?"

"Well, ink painting, change the topic."

"What are the laws of nature?"

"It's not a man-made law, such as the sunset is red, watermelon is sweet."

Ding Dacheng sighed. He had seen Ye Shuimo a long time ago. At that time, the child was still more reserved. He was definitely not as lively as he is now and talked more.

"Don't you go and play with the kids?" He looked at the children playing in the distance. Although he was much more lively now, it was obviously not enough compared with other children.

Ye Shuimo looked at his Lolita style clothes and shook his head. "No, the clothes will be dirty," she looked at the other children standing around, and her eyes were a little envious. "Aunt Meng said that clothes can't be dirty."

"But the clothes are dirty." Ding Dacheng said strangely.

Ye Shuimo is still a little hesitant. Standing there, the children not far away have begun to play the game of throwing sandbags. The laughter spreads far away.

"Your mother seldom played this game when she was a child." He looked at the child who was throwing sandbags in the distance. "At that time, your grandmother was sick all the time. At that time, your mother was still in school, but she had to go home immediately after school to take care of your grandmother."

Ding Dacheng thought of the days when his father and daughter were dependent on each other. Although he was not rescued in the end, Ding Yiyi was sensible. He never asked for any gifts. He went home to cook after school.

The sandbag glided an arc in the air. Ding Dacheng got up and just intercepted it. He handed the sandbag to Ye Shuimo, "you are completing your mother's childhood."

"Grandfather, can you give us back the sandbag?" The children were shouting in the air.

Ding Dacheng gently pushed her shoulder. "It's fun. Ink painting should also like to try it."

At dusk, the guard looked at the two dirty people. If it wasn't for ye Shuimo's face, he would have thought they were vagabonds from somewhere.

"Grandfather, I had a good time. I hit three people." Ye Shuimo holds his hand and runs in small steps, his voice is as clear as lark.

"Our ink painting is really good. Let's go and play with them tomorrow." Ding Dacheng smiles and presses the code to lead her in.A serious old man's voice sounded, "ink, what's the matter with you?"

Fu Fengyi today and those old sisters get together, time is still early, come to see ye ink.

Sophia said that when ye Shuimo's grandfather took her out to play, she didn't feel it was wrong, so she waited at ease. She didn't expect to see the dirty and muddy Ye ink.