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hiroc: [I made an appointment with Ji You to watch DVDs (laughs)]

Ganle sauce: [Could it be something unspeakable... (laughing wretchedly) But hiroc sauce is a girl, maybe it's a calcium supplement (laughs)]

hiroc: [you know too much (funny) actually with @dgs atm]

Ito Sewang: [You guys actually know each other, if I remember correctly, she said you hooked up from a certain station, what happened during my absence (panic)]

hiroc: [Actually, I’m a classmate, I found out recently that we’re all in the same circle (laughs)]

Gan Lejiang: [Hey, why don't we hold an offline meeting, this group has been around for three years, it's time for a face-to-face meeting (hahaha)]

Ito Sewang: [I'm getting off the car, let's talk later]

Ganle sauce: [Every time you get desperate, you pretend to be missing and dive (angry) is not cute at all (lips curl)]

----------------Escape from the dividing line of the chat group------------

"Student?" Qiao An exited the group chat page and muttered to herself, but when she turned her head, she found that Mo Mo, who didn't know when she woke up, was staring at him with piercing eyes.

"Just make a noise when you wake up, and scare me." Qiao An complained softly while clutching her heart.

Mo Mo still smiled nonchalantly, "I don't want to disturb you because you are serious in your conversation. You were very happy just now. Why do you have such an expression now?"

"It's almost there, get ready to get off." Qiao An turned her head away to change the subject, Mo Mo stared at her for a while with a half-smile, then hummed a little tune and dragged her face to look out the window.

Joan couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. He swiped his finger on the screen, but he didn't open the chat group again. I'm really scared, Joan thought.

"Hey, what kind of person is An An's grandma?"

"Hey" Qiao An didn't react, turned to look at the person who asked the question, but found that Mo Mo was still leaning against the window with his head propped on his left hand, Qiao An almost thought he was hallucinating just now, "I said, what is An An's grandma?" Such a person" Mo Mo repeated.

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"Because An An lives alone, she never mentioned your family, and she doesn't seem to have a phone call. It's rare that An An took me to see your grandma this time. Of course, she wanted to please grandma." Mo Mo said it as a matter of course.

Joan laughed, "Grandma is very gentle, you don't have to worry about being annoying."

"Can you tell me about An'an and grandma?"

"It's not something worth talking about." Joan lowered his head and fiddled with his phone, "When I was in elementary school, my parents didn't have time to worry about me spending my winter and summer vacations with my grandma. At that time, I followed my grandma all day long. My favorite sentence It’s just that grandma is the only good thing in the world, and then some things happened, my parents didn’t take me to grandma’s house anymore, and I would occasionally talk on the phone, this time it’s thanks to you, I really haven’t been to grandma’s house for a long time.”

"An An is not a child anymore, why don't you go to grandma's house by yourself."

Facing Mo Mo's blunt question, Qiao An was at a loss for words for a while, and after thinking for a long time, he finally choked out a sentence, "I don't know either."

"An'an is too inactive, both for friends and relatives. They are not bad people, and they don't want to eat you. Maybe everyone is waiting for you to take that step."

...a long silence...

"CC is coming soon, get off and get your luggage." The driver's breathless shout broke the stagnant air.

"It's almost here." Joan took the opportunity to stand up and go to get the luggage bag.

The two got out of the car by the side of the road, and Joan looked around to confirm the scene in his memory, "Let's go, I should still remember the road."

"Hey! An'an, you won't bring me here to sell, right?" Mo Mo took two exaggerated steps back with her hands on her backpack, her eyes wide open.

"Stop making trouble, if you really want to sell you, you should take you to a more remote place, this way."

"makes sense."

Qiao An led the way stop and go, while Mo Mo followed beside him like a child out for a winter outing. The young people in this village have all moved to the urban area, and now it is time for meals. Because of this, the two of them basically didn't meet anyone along the way, so they spared a few steps and arrived at their destination.

An old man with white hair stood in front of a two-story building covered with green tiles, "Grandma." Joan waved at the old man a hundred meters away.

The scene in the memory unfolded again, and Fang seemed to return to the time when Joan broke away from her mother's hand and ran towards the old man with her schoolbag on her back.

Chapter 17 The Past

"Grandma." An emotion called "escape" kept pouring out of Joan's heart, so much so that she didn't dare to look directly into the eyes of the blood-related old man in front of her.

"It's hard to drive on the road. What about your friend, so you are the only one." Joan mentioned on the phone that he would bring his friends along.

Qiao An stretched out his hand and pulled out Mo Mo, who suddenly became shy, "This is Mo Mo."

"Grandma An'an is good." Mo Mo bowed and bowed slightly to greet her, which was very rare.

The old man was silent for a while, then put on a gentle smile again, pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, as if he wanted to look more carefully, "I'm getting old, I can't even see such a big girl, it's cold outside, come in said in the room."

The old man was leading the way, and his steps were fairly steady, which showed that his body was still healthy. "What's wrong with you?" Qiao An asked Mo Mo, who was acting abnormally, in a low voice.

"No, I'm just a little shy to meet my parents suddenly. This is the first time I've met An'an's family and friends." Mo Mo rubbed against Qiao An's side very coyly.

"Either you have met Sister Yu, or the boss of the place where I work." This is the answer of Qiao An, who has a clear focus.

"That didn't happen in person, and besides, it's still different from Grandma An An."

"I don't understand you." Qiao An gave up communicating and took Mo Mo into the house. The structure of the house is quite simple. The living room is the living room when you enter the door, the master bedroom and kitchen are on the right, the bathroom and a side bedroom and the main bedroom are on the left. Stairs leading to the second floor ahead.

Joan put the luggage bag on the sofa, the old man was not in the living room, "Grandma", the old man who heard the call came out of the kitchen with a fruit plate, "I know you are coming, I bought sugar oranges specially, grapefruit is in the kitchen Take it yourself."

Joan hurried up to take the fruit plate with sugar oranges and put it on the coffee table, "Do you still remember that I like to eat this." Feeling guilt overwhelming, the words he said were also a bit sad.

"It's been six years, and you're already this old."

Joan peeled a piece of orange and stuffed it into his mouth. It was really sweet, "After my parents divorced, this is the first time I have come back... I should come and see yours..."

"Good boy, it is enough for you to have this kind of heart. It is your father who is sorry for your mother and daughter."

"Oranges are very sweet. Grandma wants you to eat them too. Momo, what are you doing in the corner? Come over and eat oranges. There are also grapefruits, right? I'll get them."

Qiao An, who fled from the wilderness, relaxed only the moment he walked into the kitchen, "An'an", Mo Mo asked cautiously from behind.

"I'm sorry, I left you there alone." Joan turned around and forced a smile to respond to Mo Mo.

Mo Mo stepped forward and pressed the corners of Qiao An's mouth with both hands, "If you can't smile, don't laugh, it's ugly, An An, don't you want to be happy when you see your family."

"I don't know, there is something wrong in my heart. Although I seem selfish to say this, this feeling is not because of the pain of being mentioned about my parents' divorce or the guilt of not visiting my grandma for so many years."

"Thinking about it carefully, my grandma loved me very much since I was a child. I have no reason to refuse to come here just because my parents divorced. I always feel that I seem to have forgotten something important."