The little tenderness in his heart

Chapter 418 The Princess' Swing

"Yes, yes, we Nuonuo are not old, we are very young."

The word "young" made grandma blush.

Then I saw the indifferent grandpa bowed his head and kissed the corner of grandma's lips. Grandma smiled like a flower, as if she had returned to the way she was when she was young.

They are no longer young, but grandma is young and happy in body and mind.

Such days have been going on for a long time.

During that time, I was still in elementary school, and every day when I came home, I could see my grandma sitting on the swing in the garden.

I saw sister Zhou sit on that swing when I was young.Grandpa, who usually likes sister Zhou so much, turned cold for the first time.

"This is your grandma's place."

Concise and concise.

Grandpa specially made this swing for grandma. Morning glory is wrapped around the swing, which is very beautiful in spring.Like a princess swing throne.Little girls especially like it.

Grandma came over and patted Sister Zhou on the back tenderly.Let sister Zhou and I go to play, and stay on the swing to scold grandpa.

I forgot to mention that Sister Zhou is my cousin, the child of Aunt Song Muchu.

We hid in the flowers and listened to the gentle grandma telling grandpa: "How old are you? If the children sit on the swing, I will not lose a piece of meat."

Grandpa nodded, looking like he was being educated.

He pushed the swing for grandma with some rough hands, and he said: "No matter how small they are, they shouldn't touch your things. Unless, you are willing to give them these things."

For the first time, I knew that grandpa was grandma-only.

Sister Zhou is older than me, so she naturally understands the meaning.Sister Zhou took me out of there and went to play puzzles.

In fact, this jigsaw puzzle was also made for them by grandpa himself.

Grandpa loves the juniors very much, unless they do something that makes grandma sad and angry, and steal things that grandma likes.

Sister Zhou regretted a bit, why did she grab the swing like this.

When they went to the backyard again, grandpa was bending over to plant flowers, and grandma was helping him behind.

If grandpa is sweating, grandma will gently wipe him off.

After planting twenty plants, grandpa suddenly drove grandma back.Grandma was not angry either, she put her hat on for grandpa, and sat on the swing obediently.

This garden was planted one by one by my grandfather.

I heard from my father that it used to be only [-] square meters, but it has been expanded until it is as big as a basketball court.

All flowers and trees.

It is beautiful like a fairyland in spring, with cool shade in summer and abundant oranges in autumn.

Even winter is a lovely world of ice and snow.

It gave me a particularly happy childhood.At that time, there were no fireflies in many places, but in this garden.

Grandma will go with me to catch some fireflies.Grandma would use a beautiful clear bottle with lots of little rocks in it.

Fireflies will survive for three or four days, so my bedside has three or four days of fluorescence every summer, and other students are envious of me!

But I'm more jealous of my grandpa.

He can have my even-numbered fireflies, a gift from grandma.

Grandma knows how rare fireflies are, and she only catches a dozen or so fireflies every year.The rest of the fireflies make their homes here.

Later, I pestered my grandma to ask why my grandpa could have twice as many fireflies as mine. Only then did I realize that my grandma didn't care about my grandpa as much as she did on the surface.

I always thought that grandpa loved grandma very much, and grandma was always gentle and gentle, and didn't care much about everything.

But now, I know that grandma is also changing ways to make grandpa happy.

(End of this chapter)