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Chapter 8 [When you were young] Xiaohe piled green and hidden roads, no boats and boats suppressing the heat of the river

"Mom, I went to buy popsicles for grandpa, let's talk first." Guan Qi, who was detained at home on the grounds that the admission notice had to be collected by himself, now only thinks about having fun, even if it is usually a long time, he will not patronize a place. A trip to Beihai Park can also help Guan Qi find new fun.

"All right, all right, fuck you, don't bump into..." Before Guan's mother finished speaking, Guan Qi brushed past a child who was not even as high as his knees.

The child escaped from the parent's control, his calf twitched tightly, and he crossed the whole road directly. Guan Qi, who had just turned his head, almost bumped into the child.

Mother Guan snorted helplessly, her mind didn't even keep up with what had just happened, and the second half of her mouth still whispered: "Human."

The bitterness of the lotus leaves drifted out for a mile with the warm wind, Guan Qi stayed for a while, then hurried to the hut selling snacks.

"You mean, your small courtyard in Tongzhou is going to be written under Qiqi's name?" Guan Qi's grandparents have been living in this small courtyard for more than ten years since their divorce, and now they suddenly want to give it to their granddaughter. Even Guan's father couldn't help being surprised, "Aren't you always reluctant to leave that yard, why did you suddenly figure it out?"

"I didn't want to cause trouble for you before!" Mr. Guan glanced at his son, then turned his head to watch his granddaughter's movements, for fear that Guan Qi would bump into him.

"Qiqi is also in college now, and I'm not too old to take care of myself, and the yard is close to where she goes to school... You know Qiqi's character, and she may not be able to get along well with her roommates."

It is said that they are relatives from one generation to the next, but now Mr. Guan only has such a granddaughter in his heart, and the two of them have to stand aside as sons and daughters-in-law. Seeing that their lover has no eyesight at all, Mother Guan hurriedly responded with a smile: "Dad, If you are thoughtful, it will be more convenient when Qiqi learns to drive."

"No, I have a pension. Let Qiqi hire a driver when the time comes." Regardless of Mr. Guan's own savings, he has nothing to say to his granddaughter, "She went to school all day, and she has to rest after school. Needless to say, driving while fatigued is dangerous!"

When Guan Qi came back with four popsicles in his arms, what he saw was the scene of his parents and grandpa laughing, and he couldn't help but join in.The laughter of the family of four pushed away the lotus flowers in the pond, revealing the hand-cranked boat by the lake not far away, and the white pagoda on the opposite bank.

"How about Grandpa treating you to Fangshan today? At that time, you were not as tall as my waist, and every time you came to Beihai, you would clamor to eat the little buns with chestnut noodles."

Mr. Guan was full of eyes on his little granddaughter, and his son and daughter-in-law were left alone: ​​"Let's see if there are other snacks to eat. If they are delicious, let's take one home!"

"Okay!" The grandparent and grandson leaned on each other, and Guan Qi responded, taking out the lotus popsicles from the package and handing them to grandpa, "How about the chocolate ones? How is your granddaughter?"

"Okay, okay, whatever my granddaughter wants to do, she can do anything!"

Zhu Zhu painted beams, far and near shipyards, bright yellow and golden porcelain plates pushed the "characteristics" of imitation meals to a climax, and the hustle and bustle of people reminded that today's society is safe and prosperous, and the royal garden has long been the same as these exquisite porcelains. Every one who is the master of the country serves the people.

"Qiqi, do you like grandpa's small courtyard?"

Guan Qi was taken aback by Mr. Guan's sudden question. In the past three years, he rarely had time to reunite with his grandfather. Basically, the latter came to the city to look for him. The last time he went to his grandfather's courtyard was when he was in his early ten years.

Enjoying the shade under the vines, sweet and crunchy watermelon and peaches, and a carefree young man—Guan Qi naturally likes it.

Guan Qi didn't think too much about it, and replied directly: "I like it, it's convenient for me to go there now when I'm in college, and I can often visit you on weekends later."

"It's good if you like it, it's good if you like it..." Pushing the porcelain plate with the small buns on the table a little closer to his granddaughter, Mr. Guan surprised his granddaughter with words, "Then grandpa will send you the small courtyard. How about it?"

　①The production technique of Beihai Fangshan (Qing court imperial cuisine) is a national intangible cultural heritage.

　　
　
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