Chapter 1672: Broken mirror suggest that ends (23)

"That's good, did not think your grandfather is so, alas, niu, really difficult for you."
Yang Qing hand touched her head, "I'm sorry."
"Dad, do not shut your thing."
Yang Mei Yang Qing looked up and asked, "Dad, how do we tell Grandma?"
"This one……"
Yang Qing hesitated a bit, "You know, your grandmother and dad are not good at communicating, You'd better go."
"Ok."
Yang Mei look at the side of tolerance and, "Grandpa, you and dad house yard advanced chat, peach crisp with me what you do to see Grandma, play it by ear."
"Ok."
Ronghe nodded.
But I do not know why, he always had an ominous foreboding.
Yang Mei bring a peach crisp, went to see my grandmother.
A door, then rushed to the younger kids, pulled her short sister sister called long been non-stop.
Yang Mei presents himself brought back from the capital given to them one by one, and then went straight to the kitchen to find her grandmother.
Grandma was sitting on the table before pick vegetables.
However, she seems an absence of mind, the good food thrown into the trash, put into the basket rotten inside.
"grandmother--"
Yang Mei watched her for a moment, then crisp sound came from behind holding her neck.
Zeng Hui Yixi, looking back to see her, angry phrase, "smell niu, what time to come back? How soon do not tell grandma?"
"Middle of the night to come back, hey, I'll give you a surprise."
Yang Mei grandmother who dawdle a bit, then sat beside her, with a peach crisp on the handle of the box on the table, put on a do not know the way, sly blinked, "Grandma, I brought peach crisp back slightly, this is authentic tolerance and fasting peach crisp, is tolerance and grandfather personally do it. "
Peach looked crisp on your desktop, has the wisdom of the body slightly stiff stiff.
"Grandma, eat a taste to see if punctuality."
Yang Mei she can not do too much thinking, open the box.
Peach Crisp unique aroma that quickly disperses in the air to let Yang Mei could not help a greedy.
She took two peach crisp from the inside, and handed a grandmother, a put it in his mouth.
While eating while intoxicated nodded, "ah, taste really good, sweet and sour seems to have a taste of first love."
Zeng Hui hesitated, and the handle on the peach crisp face into his mouth and gently bite.
Returning to taste more than 40 years, quickly disperses between the tongue go directly to her nerves, mind emerges out of the blue dress of the day that white girls and boys dancing ......
Fundus of the eye color gradually become gentle up ......
Yang Mei look closely watched Grandma, guess at this time of her mental activity.
But after a while, my grandmother cheek cherish the memory of the Nama gentle start to get cranky, hands that had finished eating peach crisp throw the floor and cried, eyes with a mournful sad ......
"grandmother--"
Yang Mei hurried to wake her grandmother into fantasy.
Grandma looked slight shock of the earthquake, a closer saw Yang Mei, peach crisp look on the desktop, with angry words, "called brothers and sisters come to these points peach crisp eat, I do not want to eat, too difficult to eat. "
"Grandma, are there any misunderstandings between Rong and Grandpa?"
Yang Zimei looked at Grandma's face and asked carefully.
"Grandpa? He's not your grandpa. I don't know him. In the future, you shouldn't have anything to do with him."
Grandma regretted, "I really shouldn't let you buy peach cake!"