Chapter Forty-Four Encounter

  Following Zhao Tong for a good distance, everyone finally stopped in front of a large gate with some peeling paint.

  Song Jie was lifted down from the beam of an old-fashioned bicycle, she secretly weighed her surroundings, this should be where she would live in the future...

  The old gate creaked as it was pushed open from the outside, and upon hearing the noise, Mrs. Zhao hurried out to greet them, while Mr. Zhao put down the newspaper he had not even flipped through and looked outside.

  Seeing Grandma coming out, Song Jie quickly stepped across the threshold and ran to Zhao's mother: "Grandma." Her little steps moved swiftly.

  Caught by Grandma Zhao and hugged tightly, she kissed him several times: "Grandma's dear grandson, do you miss your grandma?"

  "I miss grandma the most." Song Jie raised her small chin and said firmly.

  Zhao Juan glared at her with a bad temper: "You're just flattering, let go of your grandma quickly, don't tire her out."

  "Not tired, not tired. Seeing my dear grandson, nothing is tiring. Let's go inside." As he said that, he pulled Song Jie's hand and was about to enter the house when he was startled by the little fox in Song Jie's arms: "Why are you still holding a little dog?"

  The little brat secretly rolled his eyes and pouted, refuting: "Grandma, this is a small fox, not a dog!" The little Lian in her arms also looked at Zhao Mu with the same watery eyes, truly wronged.

  Zhao Juan said beside him: "Alright, let's go back to the house and talk, there's a lot of luggage."

  After hearing her words, everyone stopped talking and took a bunch of things into the house.

  Song Jie took a glance, this courtyard is not small in size, the main gate faces south, with only four main houses surrounding each other, it's a very ordinary residential house, and many of the lacquer colors have fallen off, indicating that this courtyard has been around for some years.

  Entering a room facing east, opening the screen door, the light suddenly dimmed, and the warming skin felt a cool breath.

  An old man with a head of white hair, over fifty years old, sat in the house, absent-mindedly sitting in a rocking chair and fanning himself, with a newspaper in front of him. This was Zhao Liangyi, Song Jie's grandfather.

  Zhao Juan put down her things and pushed her daughter forward: "Nini, this is your grandfather, quickly call him Grandpa."

  "Grandpa." Song Jie's voice was soft and crisp, with an added sweetness of five stars.

  Zhao's father also didn't look good, and he waved his hand at Song Jie: "Come here, come to Grandma's place."

  Song Jie walked over, and a handful of sugar was stuffed into her hand. Although the old man in front of her had a stoic expression, she still felt the deep affection he had for her. Song Jie's heart instantly turned soft and mushy, this was also a kind-hearted and loving elderly home!

  Grandpa held her in his arms, Grandma was busy cutting watermelon, Zhao Juan and Zhao Tong were busy sorting out their luggage. The whole family was bustling with warmth, Song Jie thought to herself that she would definitely live a good life here in the future.

  Before long, Song Jie and her grandfather had their own little secret, just like good friends. When others asked them, they would shake their heads and not tell you, making everyone in the house laugh loudly, filling the usually quiet little house with joy.

  From then on, Zhao Juan brought Song Jie to live here, but in the scorching summer, under Song Jie's strong request and protest, she gained the right to live alone, and finally didn't have to squeeze into a quilt with her own mother, Song Jie secretly let out a sigh of relief.

  Song Jie was stared at by Zhao Juan's resentful eyes for a long time, and every time she saw that resentful little gaze, she would shudder with goosebumps all over her body.

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  Xiao Li became the new favorite of the family, enjoying treatment like a supreme ruler. The elderly at home all liked small animals, but due to political reasons, they had never kept any before. Seeing the cute little fox, their long-held affection was immediately stirred up, and they served it three meals a day with great care.

  After a good day's rest, Song Jie's exhausted spirit was greatly relieved, and she slept soundly. The next day, she woke up feeling refreshed and revitalized. She was informed that her big uncle would be visiting with his wife and their precious son.

  I don't know what kind of family this is, but just the fact that they can resolutely move out and live on their own makes them not to be underestimated. Hopefully they're not some extreme cases, or else she really wouldn't know what to do...

  It was late afternoon. Zhao's mother had already cut the watermelon and put it in the well to chill, occasionally going to the door to look out. Zhao Tong let out a light hum, his eyes showing impatience, apparently he wasn't too fond of his elder brother's family.

  Song Jie's heart tightened again, originally the married daughter returned home to live and couldn't be tough anymore, if another temperamental sister-in-law came, it would really be a sight to behold. The young kid with a small butt used his hand to support his head and let out a soft sigh.

  Looking at his little granddaughter trying to act like a grown-up, Zhao's father couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. He stretched out his hand and gently ruffled her hair: "What are you sighing about, little one? Be careful or you'll turn into an old lady."

  Song Jie covered her head which had been hit by a pellet, her delicate face puffed up like a steamed bun, and her small mouth pouted, making people even more want to bully her.

  Zhao's father couldn't help but give her another one, and this time it stirred up a hornet's nest. The little brat immediately welled up with tears, ready to cry for her ruthless grandfather to see.

  Zhao's father saw that things were not going well and thought it was time to make a big splash, so he coaxed her: "Nini, come on, Grandpa has something good for you." As he spoke, he took out a wooden doll from behind his back. The wooden doll looked just like her, clearly carved by Grandpa himself.

  Is this a slap in the face or a sweet date? Song Jie said that this sweet date is just right, she likes it very much and can do more good deeds in the future.

  The alarm was lifted, and Zhao's father wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead and let out a sigh of relief. If his wife knew that he had teased their granddaughter again, she would nag him for who knows how long.

  "Everything will be fine with your grandfather around, don't worry."

  Song Jie heard and raised her head to look up, but in the old man's eyes, she gained nothing, was her concern known? ... or not...

  After a long time, the food on the table had gone cold, and the person who was supposed to appear still hadn't shown up. Zhao's mother sat dejectedly at one side, she hadn't seen her grandson for a very long time.

  Until the dishes on the table had gone cold and been reheated again, still no one came. Father Zhao spoke up: "Alright, let's not wait any longer, we'll eat first."

  Everyone had just picked up their chopsticks when the door creaked open and was pushed wide. The crowd put down their chopsticks and looked out to see that it was Old Zhao Wu and his wife Li Li who had arrived.

  Zhao's mother looked back at them, but there was nothing. Her grandson hadn't come either. She suddenly felt extremely downcast and didn't even bother to respond to the people who came in.

  Zhao Yu walked in with a silly expression, scratching his head and saying: "I'm late, I'm late, I really apologize to everyone."

  "Father, mother, little sister, little brother, we're here."

  The already tense atmosphere was suddenly dispelled by Li Li's one sentence, and the atmosphere in the room was once extremely rigid.