"So too, Xiaoxiao."

Grandma Zhao looked in a tone of emotion that recalled the past.

...

"ah."

The old lady was confused.

"Xiao Xiao?"

"What?"

...

Um?

Xiao Xiao didn't quite understand the old lady's confusing tone when she spoke his name.

He and Xiao's mother looked at each other.

Xiao's mother almost at the same time had the same confusion as her son.

She knew that the old lady was telling Grandma Zhao's son about the misunderstanding.

But isn't the story ending?

Why did he mention Xiaoxiao in another puzzled tone?

......

Xiao’s mother sat on the single sofa next to her.

Turning around can barely be able to face the old lady head-on.

certainly.

The old lady also needs to look slightly sideways.

...

The old lady noticed the confusion on Xiao’s mother’s face.

After a moment of confusion, she immediately realized.

The old lady turned on her phone directly and hands-free.

Grandma Zhao's voice spread.

...

"That's the thing before-"

"Why?"

Grandma Zhao became unsure, "Have I not told you that?"

...

"What's up?"

The old lady tilted her head, "What happened to Xiaoxiao?"

"No."

The old lady frowned and recalled.

Crazy search in my mind.

Unfortunately, Grandma Zhao's words alone were not enough to form effective keywords, and her search ended in failure.

...

What's up with him?

Xiao Xiao's eyebrows raised slightly.

Could it be his dark history?

A smile flashed through Xiao Xiao's eyes.

I was a little curious about Grandma Zhao’s next “revelation”.

...

"Yeah?"

Grandma Zhao gave up on her memories, "Forget it, I can't remember whether I've told you."

"I'll tell you again."

"Xiao Xiaoxiao has been a good child since he was a child."

...

“That’s.”

The old lady immediately followed suit for granted.

Her grandson is the best.

...

Grandma Zhao laughed.

“Yes yes.”

"The little boy you told me just now reminded me of Xiaoxiao in the past..."

"That time, Xiaoxiao stood up very bravely."

...

"ah?"

The old lady was surprised.

"What's the matter?"

"You haven't told me."

Hearing this, the feeling of being completely unfamiliar made the old lady very sure of this.

...

"Oh? It's strange..."

Grandma Zhao murmured, "I really haven't told you..."

"Then I'll tell you now."

...

"Um."

The old lady brought her cell phone closer to her.

...

“That happened many years ago…”

Grandma Zhao's eyes became a little dazed.

"How old was Xiaoxiao at that time?"

"Seven years old?"

"It seems that he is only seven years old."

...

What happened so long ago...

The old lady and Xiao's mother looked at each other.

Soon they lowered their heads and looked at the screen of their phones again.

The two people's heads were almost touching each other.

...

Xiao Xiao picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea.

With the rich fragrance of tea, I listened to my "gossip" when I was a child.

...

"I came back from buying vegetables that day..."

Grandma Zhao smiled and told the story of the day.

The long-standing memory is like a magic wand is lightly tapped, and the yellowed picture quickly returns to its bright colors.

...
To be continued...