Isn’t scientific research exciting? What entertainment industry do you want to join?

Ning Fanxin had no idea what the old lady was thinking. She only regarded this meeting as the fact that the old lady might be curious about her and wanted to meet her and remember her old friend.

The old lady was thinking: Since she is the only one left in Lao Ning's family, and her brother's little granddaughter, there's nothing wrong with her wanting to see her little grandniece, right?

Speaking of which, she felt sorry for the old Ning family. If she hadn't had such a quarrel with her parents back then, maybe the old Ning family today wouldn't have ended up in such a ruined situation.

When she was young, she was ignorant and fought with her family. Now she regretted it, but it was too late. All the people she was ashamed of were no longer in the world.

Maybe, when she sees that little girl, she can feel a little relieved from the loss and guilt in her heart...

On Saturday morning, after Ning Fanxin had exercised early, he went back to the dormitory after breakfast and waited for the call from the old lady.

"Xinxin, are you really not going shopping with us today?" Li Tingting and Qiao Wanzi asked her before going out.

Ning Fanxin scrolled through her phone in her hand and replied apologetically: "I'm sorry, thank you for your concern, seniors, but I have to meet an elder today and I can't go shopping with you for the time being. I'm sorry."

It had been agreed a long time ago that the two senior sisters would take her shopping for clothes together during the weekend, but she had something to do and couldn't go, so she had to break the appointment.

"It's okay. If you have something to do, just be busy first. It's the same thing if we go together when you're free." Li Tingting and Qiao Wanzi didn't care about it.

Who doesn’t have something going on? Who can guarantee that they can live as planned every day? It's normal to have something happen temporarily.

"Okay, thank you seniors, I wish you a happy shopping!" Ning Fanxin sent the two seniors out of the door, then turned around and continued to check his mobile phone to wait for the call.

At nine o'clock sharp, the old lady called, saying that the car was waiting at the school gate, and she also reported the license plate number to Ning Fanxin.

"Okay, I'll leave the school right now." Ning Fanxin walked out of the dormitory and ran towards the school gate.

A low-key black car was parked under a big tree on the roadside outside the school gate. Ning Fanxin spotted the license plate number and walked over.

The door of the passenger seat opened, and a middle-aged man in his early forties walked out: "Hello, Miss Ning, please get in the car!"

"Hello!" Ning Fanxin nodded to him and slid in through the car door he opened, "Thank you."

After the car door was closed, Ning Fanxin turned to look at the silver-haired old lady sitting in the car. Under her loving eyes, she nodded politely and smiled: "Hello!"

"The little girl looks really good!" The old lady wearing gold-rimmed glasses smiled, looking carefully at the little girl raised by her brother and his wife, and nodded with satisfaction.

After asking the driver to drive home, the old lady tapped the back of the passenger seat with her hand and chatted with Ning Fanxin in a gentle voice.

Although Ning Fanxin did not expect that the old lady would come to pick him up in person, she did not show any timidity in front of others, and she still looked calm and neither humble nor overbearing.

She always answered the old lady's questions, but never said a word that was unnecessary. She didn't even think about what to ask.

The old lady looked at her calm little face, and the satisfaction in her eyes almost overflowed.

The little girl raised by her brother is really amazing. With the aura she has gained from decades of experience outside, it is difficult for most people to remain calm in front of her. Only this little girl does not look at all like Affected.

She is indeed an amazing little genius girl. It’s a pity that her brothers are not blessed enough to enjoy the blessings of their little granddaughter. It’s such a pity...

"Little girl, according to the seniority in the village, you should call me aunt." The old lady said while looking at Ning Fanxin with eyes full of longing.

Ning Fanxin, who had been guessing the old lady's intention since he got in the car, was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He quickly realized it and called out obediently: "Auntie."

She had not participated in the grudges of the older generation, and her grandparents had not told her what attitude she would have towards this aunt, so she just treated her like an elder in the village.

When it comes to conflicts between family members, it's sometimes hard to tell what's right and what's wrong. She, a junior who is separated by blood, has no position to say anything.

"Hey!..." The old lady responded, her eyes suddenly filled with tears under her gold-rimmed glasses, and the smile on her face trembled slightly.

When you are young and energetic, you will always swear wildly and passionately, but when you get older, you will regret it more than once.

It's a pity that some people and things in this world will never have a chance to come back again.

Sometimes, even she herself dislikes her bad temper, but what can she do? Even if you want to change your nature, you can't change it. You can only slowly suppress it with age.

Taking the little girl back to her home where she had lived for decades, the old lady was very satisfied to see the little girl following her with a calm expression, even if everything she saw was very different from her home in Hudong Village, she His eyes and expressions didn't seem to have any fluctuations, as if there were no emotions such as surprise, envy, and yearning at all.

"Xiao Fan, my aunt has been alone for so many years, and there are no juniors or other relatives around her. You are my brother's little granddaughter, and you are my only junior and relative in this world. Come and stay with me when you are free. Auntie?" The old lady held the little girl's hand, and they sat face to face on the big sofa in the living room and talked, with a kind and kind smile on her face.

Ning Fanxin frowned and said awkwardly: "Auntie, I am quite busy with my studies and may not have much time..."

It's not that she couldn't hear the temptation in the old man's words, but she was really busy and didn't have much free time.

At present, both department heads are eager to keep her in class and prevent her from getting out of class. Lu Yining, the head of the Zhihua University department, is determined to recommend her to participate in the national competition at the end of the year. Zheng Haijin also wants to take her as a Training of next year’s contestants.

She originally had to work overtime to make up for classes this weekend, but the two directors had an impromptu meeting to attend and heard that she wanted to go shopping with her roommate to buy clothes, so they gave her two days off.

The next schedule will definitely be very tight. She doesn't know when her next turn will be, so she really can't agree to the old man's request.

The old lady only thought that she had no intention of deepening the relationship with her, and she couldn't help but feel a little regretful: "No matter how busy you are, aren't there weekends and public holidays? My aunt won't disturb your daily study and life. Even when you are free, can you come over occasionally to accompany you? Auntie, let’s have a meal and talk or something?”

I used to be alone and didn't think anything of it, but now that I see the little girl, I don't know why I just want to hold her little hand and sit together and talk.

Is this what the world often calls "kinship"? Although the little girl is not related to her by blood, the feelings between relatives are real.

Even if she had other speculations before, but after seeing the little girl, she knew that everything was just her own overthinking.

In the eyes of the little girl, she might just be an elder in the village, whose importance is not even comparable to that of the nephew of the old village chief.