Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

On the way home, Ji Shumiao's mind was so crowded that he felt overwhelmed.

I don’t know where to start planning for the present or the future.

Ji Shumiao sighed softly and said, I have endured things that I shouldn’t have endured at this age.

"What is Miaomiao sighing about?" Ruan Xiangxiu asked.

"I'm thinking about my brother Zechuan. He has a lot of work to do."

They stayed there for two hours, and Zhang Zechuan didn't have a moment to rest. He was busy inside and outside the house. Although he was young, he had a pair of weathered and scarred hands.

Hearing her say this, Ruan Xiangxiu couldn't help but sigh: "This child is good in every way except that he has a miserable life."

When they returned home, Grandpa Qin Sheng and his wife Qin Rong were cleaning the main room and the kitchen. Grandpa Qin Sheng naturally took the big bowl from grandma's hand.

There is no such thing as "helping" with housework in the Qin family. Housework should be the responsibility of all family members.

"Grandma, it's itchy." Ji Shumiao scratched his arm, and then he saw that his delicate skin was covered with red pimples. He looked at his grandma with a look of "baby aggrieved" on his face.

Grandma was heartbroken and held her in her arms, applying cooling oil on each red envelope.

The sky had become completely dark, and the night wind brought the sounds of cicadas and frogs, and the occasional barking of dogs.

Grandpa bolted the door, and the family sat around the square table to talk.

Grandpa took out his pipe out of habit, and when he saw Ji Shumiao sitting next to him, he put it back silently: "Tell me, what are you doing back this time?"

Before they came back, they just said on the phone that they were coming back to visit.

Take a look? It's not a festival, and there's no wedding or funeral. Is it worth traveling thousands of miles to come back and take a look?

Qin Rong nudged Ji Zhenhua with her elbow. Ji Zhenhua coughed lightly, organized his words, and stammeredly told her what had happened.

The older couple's expressions became more and more strange as they listened. When Ji Zhenhua finished speaking, they picked up their cups to drink water, but they still hadn't recovered.

Grandpa Qin Sheng: "What...thing?"

Grandma frowned: "That's not how you joke."

Qin Rong: "It's not a joke, it's true."

Seeing their daughter and son-in-law speak so confidently and seriously, the old couple finally believed it and looked at the well-behaved, sweet and soft Ji Shumiao, who smiled sweetly at them and said, "I'm awesome!"

"Our Miaomiao, could it be that she is the servant of the God of Wealth?" Ruan Xiangxiu took her granddaughter into her arms, "Let grandma get some of the wealth too."

"Who else knows?" Well, well, well, he had to smoke. Qin Sheng filled his pipe with tobacco and sat down farther away from Ji Shumiao.

Ji Zhenhua: "How could we dare let anyone know? We didn't even dare to tell you on the phone. Only the five of us knew about it."

Upon hearing this, grandma hugged Ji Shumiao and taught her to "keep her mouth shut" and not tell anyone outside. Ji Shumiao agreed obediently.

Grandpa nodded: "It's right to be careful."

Ji Zhenhua: "Dad, Mom, come and live in Beijing with us."

Grandpa asked without even looking up: "Is this your opinion or Rong'er's?"

"Of course it's what we wanted." Ji Zhenhua said anxiously, "Dad, you see, our conditions are good now, you should follow us and enjoy a peaceful life."

Qin Rong slapped him and blamed him for not being able to speak.

"Dad~~" Qin Rong sat over and pulled Qin Sheng's sleeve, "We need you. You see, Zhenhua and I are busy, and there's no one to take care of Miaomiao. You see how thin she is. Can you and mom go over and help us cook and pick up Miaomiao?"

Ji Shumiao also came over and acted coquettishly: "Grandpa~~ I can eat the food made by grandma and grandpa every day. I want to see grandma and grandpa every day."

On my left hand is my daughter, and on my right hand is my granddaughter. This...this is unbearable.

If it were anything else, Qin Sheng would have surrendered long ago.

Qin Sheng raised his eyes and looked at Ruan Xiangxiu. As a couple of decades old, they had a tacit understanding.

"No." Qin Sheng shook his head. "Your mother and I are still able to move, so it's not time for you to support us. Besides, we have chickens and ducks here, and we also farm the land, so we can save some money throughout the year."

"Grandma~~" Ji Shumiao turned around to hug her grandma, pleading with her eyes: "Come to Beijing with us! I want to live with grandma!"

Grandma shook her head slowly but firmly.

The family of three couldn't persuade the old couple no matter what they did. Finally, Grandpa Qin Sheng got angry and sent the three of them away to wash up and go to bed.