My Love Style Is A Bit Abnormal

Chapter 200, [dog chases cat]

"grandmother!"

Jiang Qingyi rushed over with a single stride, supported the old lady, and helped her hold the umbrella, her words choked up.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back."

The dry palm patted the back of Jiang Qingyi's hand, the old lady's kind eyes were full of smiles, and then she looked at Xiao Yi and Xiao Xiao.

"Grandma, this is Xiao Yi, he, he is..."

After hesitating for a long time, Jiang Qingyi was too embarrassed to say it, but Xiao Yi took over the topic and said bluntly.

"Grandma, my name is Xiao Yi, I'm Qingyi's boyfriend, this is Xiaoxiao, my sister."

Hearing the word boyfriend, the old lady was not surprised, just looked Xiao Yi up and down with her eyes, and said it after a while.

"Okay, okay~"

"Grandma, it's cold outside, let's go back quickly."

While holding the old lady with Senior Sister, the group returned home in the wind and snow.

 …

Grandma's house is not big and the yard is very small.

There are two wing rooms on the left and right and a utility room for storing sundries. The house is old and many parts are rusted. There is a small vegetable field in the back of the yard, but it has been covered by heavy snow at this time.

"Have you had dinner yet?"

Jiang Qingyi shook his head.

"Grandma, we drove all the way for a day and haven't eaten yet."

"Okay, then you clean up the house for Xiao Yi and Xiaoxiao, and I'll make a note for you."

With that said, grandma stooped and walked to the kitchen.

The kitchen is a kind of civil kitchen. There is no gas stove or coal stove in the small kitchen. There is only a stove made of adobe. Firewood is needed for cooking.

"Grandma, I'll help you make a fire."

With a grin on his lips, Xiao Yi ran to fill the fire under the stove.

As the grandson-in-law who came to the door, Xiao Yi still had this vision.

Besides, the old lady is very old, how could Xiao Yi have the heart to keep her busy all by herself.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's a mess in the kitchen, be careful to get your clothes dirty."

"It's not as convenient to cook in the countryside as it is in the city."

The old lady looked at Xiao Yi with a smile in her cloudy eyes.

"Grandma, don't underestimate me. When I was a child, I was good at burning fire. That is to say, I don't have sweet potatoes now. Otherwise, I would definitely put two sweet potatoes into the stove, and the roasted one is delicious."

Having said that, Xiao Yi has skillfully broken a few dead branches and a handful of hay, stuffed them into the hall, and lit them with matches.

After a while, a puff of smoke came out of the stove, Xiao Yi choked on it, coughed twice subconsciously, touched his nose with his hand and laughed awkwardly.

"Haha, I haven't sat in the hall for a long time, and I'm suddenly not used to it."

The old lady squinted her eyes, looked at the black ash on Xiao Yi's nose, nodded with relief, and did not chase Xiao Yi away.

Although my grandmother is 80 years old, her hands and feet are very flexible. She fills in water, and the following is done in one go, but her movements are very slow and careful.

While the fire was burning, a grey little dog smelled the fragrance and ran into the kitchen. It first barked at the grandmother, and then stopped at Xiao Yi's feet. New guests never seen before.

Then lie down comfortably on the pile of firewood.

"Ami~"

Grandma called out.

A few seconds later, Jiang Qingyi walked in. She looked at Xiao Yi, who was sitting at the door of the pot, covering her mouth and snickering.

This was the first time she had seen Xiao Yi so down-to-earth.

"Ami, go get some eggs."

Grandma spoke slowly and slowly, in a soft voice, but her accent was very comfortable.

"Good grandma."

After a while, three bowls of steaming egg noodles were served on the table.

The little dog lay quietly under the table without barking, waiting for the owner to feed it.

This is what the native dogs in the countryside are good at.

obedient.

He would not eat the food that fell to the ground, nor could he jump on the table to grab food from the master.

While eating around the fire, grandma came out with two new quilts from the back room. Seeing this, Xiao Yi hurriedly put down his chopsticks and walked over: "Grandma, let me come."

"No, no, you eat quickly, it's cold, you're full and warm."

Grandma squinted and smiled, and the wrinkles on her brows stretched out. With the texture between her brows and eyes, Xiao Yi could also see that her grandmother must have been a famous beauty in the village when she was young, otherwise it would be impossible for Jiang Qingyi to inherit such an excellent gene. .

After eating, Xiao Yi sat alone on the wooden bed in the wing room in a daze, while Xiao Xiao walked around the small room vigorously.

Senior sister and grandmother went to the back room to talk.

Jiang Qingyi and her grandmother hadn't seen each other for several years, so there must be a lot to talk about.

"Brother, grandma's house is broken."

Looking at the gray desk lamp, Xiao Xiao muttered.

"Yeah, kinda broken."

With a long sigh, Xiao Yi looked at the snow-covered vegetable garden behind the small window and sighed.

However, although the house was dilapidated, it was clean, except that some furniture had turned yellow.

"Brother, shall we go shopping tomorrow?"

In a hurry on the way, Xiao Yi did not prepare any gifts, the most important thing is that Jiang Qingyi did not allow it.

She said that my grandmother was so old that she didn't need anything, and she was very satisfied to see people.

"it is good."

"Tomorrow happens to be New Year's Eve. Let's go to the town to prepare some New Year's goods."

About half an hour later, Jiang Qingyi walked in, her eyes were slightly red, thinking that she had just cried.

Xiao Yi stepped forward and hugged her, whispering, "Where's grandma?"

"I have already slept, and the old people went to bed earlier."

 …

Xiao Yi slept soundly that night.

From time to time, the sound of snow falling from the eaves can be heard.

The next day before dawn, Xiao Yi quickly got up.

At this time, the snow has stopped, and the world is covered in silver.

The front and back yard was covered with two feet of snow.

Xiao Yi first cleaned the bed, then found a broom from the kitchen and started to clean up the snow in the yard seriously.

When my grandmother woke up, she saw through the window a young man in a sweater was bending over to sweep the snow.

She didn't make a sound, just sat at the table and watched quietly, then took the needle and thread on the side, and sewed the clothes finely.

After cleaning the entire front room, Xiao Yi straightened up, wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead, and then walked to the backyard with a broom.

"Will you take a break?"

Jiang Qingyi handed over a bowl of tea, and then hurriedly reached out and patted the snowflakes on his body, a little distressed in his eyes.

"I'm not tired. I'll be working for a while. I'm full of energy. When I clean up the backyard, we'll go to the town to buy some New Year's goods after dinner. I don't know how to get there."

Holding his head up, he drank the tea bowl, Xiao Yi wiped the water from the corner of his mouth, and laughed.

She pursed her lips without saying a word, Jiang Qingyi watched him walk towards the backyard, rubbed her hands and began to wave the broom in her hand, the tenderness in her eyes accumulated little by little.

The backyard was not big, so Xiao Yi cleaned up the snow in about half an hour.

If the snow is not cleaned up and the road is slippery, the elderly will easily fall if they are not careful.

For their age, once they fall, it means that it is almost the same.

Apart from that apartment, this small mountain village should be the last spiritual harbor for senior sister.

Xiao Yi naturally didn't want this to happen.

On the way, the gray little dog also came to accompany Xiao Yi.

Back at the house, Jiang Qingyi was cooking in the kitchen, and Xiaoxiao was making a fire at the door of the pot.

Senior Sister's gentle oval face was flushed by the fire on the stove, her slightly naturally curved hair was tied into a bundle, her peach blossom eyes were filled with smoky water, and she gently covered her mouth and coughed from time to time.

Seeing Xiao Yi's gaze, Jiang Qingyi smiled lightly.

Weird feeling.

It was obvious that he hadn't returned home for a long time, but there was an inexplicable warm feeling lingering in Jiang Qingyi's heart.

The thing she cared about most was Xiao Yi. He didn't mind the shabby house at all. Instead, he adapted quickly, and he seemed to like him too.

"What do you want to eat? I can smell the aroma from a long distance."

Leaning closer, he sniffed the senior sister's hair mischievously, Xiao Yi smiled.

"Pancakes, and some porridge."

When the two were talking, the grandmother was sitting in the small courtyard, basking in the sun, and it was rare that the snow stopped, but the light in the Sichuan-Chongqing area was already low, so the grandmother just sat quietly with the little dog lying on her lap. Take a nap.

While eating breakfast, the grandmother was still sitting in the yard, shouting Xiaoxiao.

"Grandma's dinner!"

"You eat first."

Looking back, my grandmother smiled kindly.

"Why do we eat first, doesn't grandma eat with us? It's cold for a while."

The little girl was a little puzzled after drinking a mouthful of porridge, while Xiao Yi patted her on the head and said angrily.

"Eat your meal!"

There is indeed such a custom in some places that the woman can eat after the guest has finished eating.

Xiao Yi can't do anything about this shitty bad habit.

It wasn't that he didn't want his grandmother to serve the table with him, just that he didn't think it was necessary.

Why would you break it if you stick to yourself for a lifetime.

Moreover, there are a lot of good places, there is no need to reflect it here.

The elderly have long been accustomed to it all their lives, and it is best to follow the customs of the countryside.

After eating, Jiang Qingyi took Xiao Yi and Xiao Qian to the town to buy New Year's goods.

Grandma led the dog and followed behind her.

Grandma didn't stop until she came to the old locust tree at the entrance of the village.

She hunched over, watching Jiang Qingyi and the three of them go away, then the grandmother smiled and walked back slowly.

At this time, the whole small mountain village has been smoked.

Every household set off fireworks, and my grandmother turned a corner and entered a house.

And the local dog was chasing the house cat at the door and making trouble.

(End of this chapter)