Xiaosan's Youth is Absolutely Correct

The expression on Daji's face suddenly became quite regular, and it changed for a long time, but he just sighed a long time, lowered his head a little decadently, and shook his head slightly.

"I lost."

But after a while, he raised his head and looked towards a corner of the room.

"By the way, I went to meet with my mother first, and when I came back here, I was too busy chatting with her. If I forgot her, it would be quite troublesome. You guys sit down first, and I will go and see if she needs help. .”

"Then Xiaosan and I...cough, Xiaoxiong is going to burn incense sticks."

"Well, let's go."

Daji waved his hand slightly, and he walked towards what seemed to be the kitchen. As for Xiaosan and Xiangta, they looked at each other and walked towards the room in the hall of the house. The room was empty, except for the Buddhist altar and the deceased's According to the posthumous photos, there are no relatives or acquaintances.

After Xiaosan and Xiangtai looked at each other, as the eldest brother, Xiangtai walked up first, picked up a stick of incense, put it behind the incense burner, put his hands together slightly, prayed and commemorated, Xiaosan then followed up together , insert incense and join hands.

Looking at the deceased who didn't have much memory, Xiaosan and Xiangta walked out of the house together.

However, just after the two left, at a corner not far away, a small head slightly popped out, looked at the backs of the two, hesitated for a moment, and shrank back again.

Probably it was too early, there were no other people, Xiaosan and Xiangta sat in the backyard, looking at those purple flowers, Xiangta couldn't help looking at his younger brother.

"what is this flower?"

"..."

Xiao San choked for a moment, not knowing how to answer, after looking at the flower for a long time, he was silent for a moment, and then spoke slowly.

"Iris probably?"

After watching Xiaosan for a while, Xiangta took out his mobile phone, took a photo and searched.

Handed the result to Xiaosan.

"Gentian flower..."

Taking a deep breath, Xiaosan felt a puff of breath in his chest, and wanted to ask Xiangta, anyway, why did he ask himself when he was searching, but in the end he held back, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, and he couldn't help but sneer .

Looking at Xiaosan who was devastated in front of him, Xiangta couldn't help laughing, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit one, and handed the cigarette case to Xiaosan.

"Do you smoke?"

Xiaosan didn't speak, just glanced at him coldly with his eyes.

Seeing that his younger brother seemed to be angry, Xiangta stopped pretending, quietly put away the cigarette case, smoked, looked at the flowers in front of him, and the mountains and forests in the distance. Swaying slightly.

"Speaking of which, since grandparents passed away, we haven't been here. The relatives behind are those two people who came to give gifts."

"How much did you bring?"

"I brought a total of 50 yen, and I'm worried that it might not be enough."

"Do you need so many?"

"It's just in case, let's see how much other people send, and then it will be based on the situation. Otherwise, if the money is not enough, it will be too shameful."

shame.

Glancing at his elder brother beside him, Xiao San shook his head lightly.

"Don't give it away. When the time comes, I'll just give our family's money."

After reminding Xiaosan, Xiangtai was worried that the other party would secretly give away the gift money when he didn't know about it. In that case, he would be too ashamed.

"as long as you are happy."

But Xiaosan didn't take it seriously, since the other party wanted to give it to him, it would be better for him to save some money.

The smoke suddenly choked, making Xiangta cough uncontrollably.

Whatever makes him happy is fine.

When the coughing stopped, he looked at his brother and couldn't help shaking his head. He was obviously a good boy who was considerate of others before, but it has only been a few years and he has become like this.

Sitting in the backyard, both of them sat quietly on the floor, feeling the tranquility of the countryside that they hadn't felt for a long time, and their expressions gradually relaxed.

"That child seems to be my grandfather's daughter. As for the specific situation, I rarely come back, so I don't know very well."

Because there was nothing to do, Xiaosan and Xiangta helped Daji make preparations together, handed some black and white curtains to Daji, and asked him to nail these cloth satins to the door frame.

Xiangta was a little surprised, but Xiaosan couldn't help but smile.

"Your old man is already 79 years old, can he still have a daughter?"

"I'm not very clear about the specifics, but in the parenting manual left behind, the mother's name is... what is it, it's called, I can't remember clearly, I didn't pay attention, the child is called Rin."

Daji nailed the curtain to the door frame while answering Shota's question. There was nothing worth concealing, anyway, it was something that could not be concealed. Everyone around him knew that his grandfather had left behind a child.

"The next situation will probably be very troublesome."

Seeing Daji who was silently working, Xiaosan couldn't help interjecting, which made Daji stunned for a moment. Hearing all Xiaosan's pointed words, and looking at Xiaosan's expression, he couldn't help but lightly cover the hand holding the nail. On the forehead, sighed.

"Well, there will always be a solution. As for me, there is probably no solution."

Although I really wanted to say that the lady and Daji's grandfather were probably really in love with each other, but considering the deceased, Xiaosan still pursed his lips tightly and did not speak out the muttering in his heart.

"Where's her mother, is there no news at all?"

"I don't know, I can't get through the phone or anything, probably..."