He came with great glory

Chapter 184

In just half a month, grandma gradually forgot many things, and no one can remember them.

Often called Yingying, Fu Ying was in front of her, but she didn't know him.

There was one time when her grandma stole candy from her and said she wanted it for her granddaughter. Fu Ying didn't know what it was like.

She told her grandma that she was her granddaughter. Grandma said that her granddaughter was still young and not as old as her. Her granddaughter was only 16 years old, with a ball head and school uniform, so she was a good boy.

Fu Ying was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect her grandma to remember the 16-year-old Fu Ying.

Then during those two days at home, Fu Ying kept wearing the same ball head as when she was a child, and grandma still didn't know her.

She was on and off, sometimes very lucid, and sometimes she couldn't speak clearly.

After the final exam, the winter vacation came, and the Chinese New Year was approaching, and Wen Tian also came back. There were many people in the family, and the New Year was full of flavor.

Every year, Fu Mingchuan gives red envelopes to several children in his family, and everyone has them.

There was also something in Xia Jinyun's stomach, which made Fu Yan very angry.

"Why? Big brother and his family have three red envelopes."

Fu Mingchuan: "If you bring a girlfriend, I'll give you five."

Fu Yan's voice of protest gradually weakened.

Fu Mingchuan raised his mouth again: "Didn't that girl catch up?"

"I chased it just because it was hard to chase. It was easy to chase, but I didn't chase it yet."

Her little brother's words were more or less out of breath, and he felt suffocated with himself. He really made no progress in chasing Jin Can.

He had never been that serious to anyone, and when he said he liked Xia Jinyun, he acted as if he wanted to chase him or not.

This time is really different.

On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, there are fireworks in the distance. It may be a village in the city or an old housing area. The fireworks over there are gorgeous, colorful and exploded into the sky.

They don't allow fireworks here, so it looks a lot lonely.

Only other children were walking on the road, playing with small fireworks, like fairy sticks.

Those children chased after each other, and their parents told them to slow down. There was a little boy who was too naughty and made him cry. A little girl stood upright and well-behaved, and was educated by her father.

The little boy was full of grievances, but he was also stubborn. He lowered his head and kept silent. He was so cute.

Maybe it's a holiday, and I don't usually see these children.

"Do you want this?"

Wen Tian came over and handed her a small firework, which burst into golden flames when lit in his hand.

"Okay."

Wen Tian stood with her, reaching out the window, holding a small firework, illuminating the darkness.

He turned to look at Fu Ying.

The girl leaned against the window, the fireworks lighting her face.

Quiet and beautiful, with a small fair face, staring at the golden light with joy in his eyes.

"That's great, another year older."

"When I grow up, I will think, if only I could go back to my childhood, when I was a child, I was carefree."

Fu Ying nodded: "Yes, but everyone will grow up, so we must have a childlike heart."

Wen Tian thought deeply after listening to this sentence, and nodded: "Why don't you go down to watch the Spring Festival Gala."

"If you don't watch it today, there will be a replay."

Wen Tian smiled.

TV can be rebroadcasted, people miss it, they miss it, they are not missed, they just encounter it.

"Is he busy?"

Fu Ying hesitated for a moment before she knew who "he" was: "Busy, Chinese New Year, festivals, gatherings of people are prone to accidents, especially during Chinese New Year, fireworks and firecrackers can cause accidents accidentally, this time is his busiest time. "

While talking, the girl sighed: "It's Chinese New Year's Eve today, I don't know where he is yet."

There was worry in her tone, as well as bitter miss.

The small firework in his hand was extinguished, Wen Tian fell silent, and her younger brother downstairs shouted: "Fu Ying, Wen Tian came down to fight the landlord."

Fu Ying didn't know how, that night her little brother drew a bastard on her face with a pen, and she was about to wash her face before going to bed, when she received a call from Shen Liguang, telling her to go downstairs after just one look at her.

He washed his face hastily, but he couldn't wash it off completely because he was afraid that he would be in a hurry, so he went downstairs with the bastard on his face.

The man looked at her pretty face, smiled for a long time, and teased her, saying, "Do you wear makeup?"

Fu Ying covered her face in embarrassment: "No."

"You lost the game with your brother?"

Fu Ying covered her face, not daring to let go of her hands: "The landlord lost."

"Won't Fight the Landlord?"

"Yes, but not particularly." Fu Ying raised her eyes to look at him, and he kept looking at her face, as if to smile or not.

"I'm going to wash up."

"Don't wash it, I'm leaving."

Fu Ying was pulled over by him, and a moist and hot kiss fell on her lips.

Before leaving, he kissed her for a long time.

Fu Ying blushed for a long time.

This man really kisses everywhere, and he doesn't dislike anything.

A few days later, Fu Ying looked at her grandmother who was getting more and more unconscious, got a lot of paper, wrote her number on it, and stuffed it into her pocket.

I was afraid that if she ran out when no one was looking, she would never be found.

Grandma held Qibao in her arms and stroked it gently.

Qibao was also happy to be touched like this, nestling on grandma's lap, snoring comfortably.

"grandmother."

Fu Ying called out, but no one answered her.

Last summer, all she had to do was call grandma, and she would get a response.

The sunlight outside the window shone in, warming her body, and grandma suddenly spoke, as if she recognized her: "Yingying."

"Hey."

"Let me tell you about your grandpa. You didn't make a sound when he passed away. You don't know, your grandpa, he has a good heart and is good to me..."

It's grandpa again.

That afternoon, grandma kept talking about grandpa, forgetting to say it, forgetting to say it again, and then talking about grandpa over and over again.

Fu Ying quietly heard the nagging, and didn't find it annoying.

Time flies, and then spring, summer, busy, and before you know it, it is already June.

The baby of the eldest brother's family is three months old. It is a little boy named Shenghui, Fu Shenghui.

The little guy eats several meals a day, and is very noisy. At night, when people are sleeping, he cries to eat or change diapers.

During that time, Xia Jinyun couldn't sleep well, eat well, and was haggard.

"cute."

Fu Ying and Fu Yan lay beside the stroller bed, staring at the baby with strange faces, Fu Ying poked his little cheek with her finger, it was soft.

"Brother, tell me, my little nephew knows how to make soy sauce, can you catch up with Miss Jin Can?"

Fu Yan gave her a blank look: "Shut up!"

Xia Jinyun was arranging the baby's clothes, and asked with a smile, "Haven't caught up yet? Has it been a long time?"

"I'm not chasing her, I'm just playing with her, what kind of girlfriend do I want?"

Fu Ying: "Shenghui, when we grow up, we must not learn from our little uncle, who loves to talk big."

"Fu Ying, can you die if you don't speak?"

Xia Jinyun watched them fight and fight, and thought it was pretty good, if they could fight and fight, their relationship would be good.

Then, the eldest brother came in and carried them out one by one: "Go out and make trouble, let your sister-in-law sleep for a while."

　Also, wait a minute, I need to correct the typos from the beginning, but I have to take a shower now, after I take a shower, I will correct the typos and then update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)