C46

After the first drop, the rest could no longer be controlled. Drips after drops of liquid flowed out from between his fingers, fearing that it was a seed. Now that he had sprouted and bloomed, Deng Fei released him without a sound, leaving only tears.

"I'm really scared. I know what to do next. What should I do?" Deng Fei's words were choked with sobs, but he did his best to calm himself down. His tone was just like usual, he wanted to restrain himself so that he would not bring this sadness to his Senior Brothers and Sisters.

They had reached the entrance to the village. On the way in, the two sides of the road were planted with camphor trees, each three or four stories high. The dark green leaves covered up most of the sun.

The people in the car were all silent. Zhang Qian passed a tissue to Deng Fei and patted his back. At this time, no one was useful, they could only let Deng Fei adjust by himself. He had already done very well.

Under Deng Fei's command, the car stopped in front of Grandma Zhang's door. Deng Fei had already tidied up his condition, his tears were dried by him and a smile hung on his face. He was still using Zhang Qian's small mirror to carefully examine himself, hoping that Grandma Zhang herself would not cry.

"Let's go." Deng Fei took the lead, carrying a bag of fruits. "I want to see my grandma."

Along the way, he was shocked by the eerie atmosphere. He only thought that he was here to see an old man, but Deng Fei suddenly started crying for no reason, causing him to be at a loss.

"Let's go in and take a look." Zhu Di looked at the baffled Yellow Ox, then handed over the milk in his hand and took out a box of bread from the car. Although it wasn't worth much money, it was all due to their intentions.

The furnishings inside the house were the same as before, it had been the same for the past few years. Deng Fei could not be more familiar with this place, since he had been playing here ever since he was little he touched everything here.

An old man sat on a wheelchair, his face sallow and devoid of any color. At some point, a huge ravine had appeared, with wrinkled eyes and muddy eyes. The flesh on his hands had lost all of its elasticity.

An old man from the village was wiping her face and hands, still talking about something. The two of them had known each other since childhood, and the young people from home had gone out to work, and they usually took care of each other. This time, when Grandma Zhang came back, she was under his care.

There was no light in the room, the curtains were not open, the old man had been saving his life, usually the lights were not on, he was also used to the dark environment, a strong rotten smell accumulated in the room, the smell was even a bit pungent, it made people feel nauseous, but no one walked out.

Deng Fei held the fruit in his hand as he stood at the door. When he saw Grandma Zhang, tears once again flowed down his face, dripping onto the doorstep. No matter how Deng Fei wiped it off, the tears continued to flow.

"Grandmother!" Deng Fei's words were laced with tears and snot, causing people's heart to feel sad. "I've come to see you!"

The old man opened his eyes, his pupils dilating, trying his best to see the person in front of him. This voice was very familiar, as if he had heard it many times over the years, but his mind was in chaos and he could not recall anything.

The other elderly clearly remembered Deng Fei. He knew about the child, but he had never seen the others before. He shouted at Grandma Zhang, "Meiyun! Deng Fei, Hoodlum! It's Hoodlum who has come to see you! "

Grandma Zhang pondered for a moment before sizing up Deng Fei, as if she remembered something: "Ah, it's Hoodlum! "Come over quickly and let Grandma see. Oh, why are you crying? Did Lulu's dog bully you?"

There was a big dog in Lulu's house. When they were young, Deng Fei and Deng Xiang were often toyed with by this dog, and even one of them often cried. In the end, it was Grandma Zhang who came out to chase the dog away before bringing the two of them back to bathe and coax them.

That dog died when Deng Xiang was still in third grade. It had been dead for a long time.

"No, no!" That dog didn't bully us! " Deng Fei came to the wheelchair and placed the bag on the tea table. He said loudly, "Grandmother!" I brought you some fruit and some food! "

"What?" You want to eat? Love Yun, quickly go to that drawer and give that bit of biscuit to Hoodlum, Hoodlum is hungry! " Grandma Zhang beckoned the old man to help him carry the biscuits while holding Deng Fei's hand to tease him.

Tears were a way to vent his feelings, but it was not healthy to resist tears. Deng Fei let them flow onto his face, but he did not want to hide them, just like when he was young.

Zhang Qian, Zhu Di and the others placed the things in their hands on the table before exiting. It wasn't because the smell inside was unpleasant, but because they couldn't endure it any longer. They returned to the car, tears flowing down their faces.

Huang Goudan originally did not know why Deng Fei suddenly cried on the way here, but now he too was crying. Even though they were not his relatives and had nothing to do with him, she still cried and dripped her tears onto the seat cushion.

He had his parents, so they were much better than Deng Fei. However, he had never felt his parents' love, and other than his master later on, he felt a sense of care and love. He looked at Deng Fei with envy and sadness.

The old man held a bag of biscuits in his hand. The bags were opened layer by layer and the biscuits were taken out with some color on them. This was Deng Fei and Deng Xiang's favorite biscuit when they were young. Grandma Zhang would buy these for them every year.

"Come, let's eat. Have you finished lunch? Would you like some noodles? Will you be hungry? " Grandma Zhang held the biscuits. It was unknown what bought them, but they were a little damp. The biscuits in the bag were not complete either.

Deng Fei took the biscuits and stuffed them into his mouth. He did not care about how the biscuits looked, whether they were dried or dried. Even if they had expired, it was good. He no longer had the opportunity to eat Grandma Zhang's biscuits.

In the end, with a hint of bitterness, he kneeled on the ground, held the bag of biscuits and began to cry. He did not know what else he could do, so he picked up the bag and stuck his face into it.