The ghost knocking on the door was so loud that he got beaten up by the neighbor!

Lao Gao, who still had a pout on his face, was very unhappy: "Grandpa is the worst."

"When Yingying finishes wiping, she will still cry!"

She turned her head again, raised her little head, looked at the heroic soul statue that was much taller than herself with her big eyes, and whispered secretly:

"Uncle and uncle, please wipe Yingying clean for you, and you can't make fun of Yingying! You know!"

Being led by Sun Yingying.

The three naughty kids looked at each other.

It was quite embarrassing to realize that I was not even as good as a three-year-old girl.

Just say nothing.

They each pulled their clothes down, and then started to wipe the statue carefully.

In order to compete with each other, they are still comparing with each other, who can wipe it cleanly.

An extremely gratified smile suddenly appeared on Sun Weiguo's face.

This granddaughter is really the last pride of his life.

Zhao Ming was also very emotional: "Yingying is such a good child."

"Why……"

He thought of something and sighed subconsciously.

Sun Weiguo kept his eyes on Xiao Yingying, his expression a little more stubborn: "It doesn't matter how long it takes."

"As long as she comes to this world once, I have to let her know that I am a native of Kyushu."

"Her roots are in this land."

Said.

Mr. Sun's hands had been clenched into fists unconsciously.

The nails dug deeply into the flesh.

The joints were pale.

His heart was bleeding.

When he thought that his innocent, lovely, kind-hearted little granddaughter had less than a year left to live, Sun Weiguo's heart was very sad.

Heartbreaking pain.

Nothing better than that.

Facing the Sakura Japs' muzzle, his piercing eyes, which had not wavered even a bit, turned red uncontrollably at this moment.

"Grandpa..." Just when he was in deep pain and could hardly breathe, the clear voice of a little angel woke him up. Little Yingying's baby fat round face was trying hard to lift up and face him, Cautiously and a little nervously, "Grandpa, don't cry."

"Yingying, stop crying. Grandpa, don't be angry..."

Her two white hands nervously grabbed Sun Weiguo's calloused left hand, shook it, pressed it again, and begged, "Yingying, don't make trouble anymore, grandpa, please don't cry, please, Yingying, please You beat your hands."

She was clearly frightened by Sun Weiguo. She wanted to cry but didn't dare. Her little face turned red from suppressing it. She wiped her tears secretly, then raised her head and pretended not to cry. She also pouted her little mouth and tried to show a silly smile.

Pretend to be a little sun.

Sun Weiguo's emotions finally reached the extreme when his eyes touched Xiao Yingying's sensible look of trying to comfort him.

There was a lump in his throat.

Look away.

His jaw was trembling, his nose was extremely sore, and he was crying.

Just for a moment.

Sun Weiguo quickly wiped away his tears.

Turning his head, he knelt down, showing his old-fashioned and kind smile again, gently holding the sensible little Yingying in his arms, squirming his dry vocal cords, and pretending to be happy from his severely blocked throat. speak out.

"Grandpa, I just have a runny nose. Wipe it."

"Here~ If Yingying doesn't run away, grandpa will stick his nose on you."

Xiao Yingying blinked her big black and white eyes, and found that her grandfather's eyes seemed to be dry, and she suddenly became happy.

As if she was having fun, she opened her feet and ran away: "Yeah, yeah~~ I don't want to fool grandpa! Uncle, uncle, you see grandpa bullying Yingying!"

only.

Xiao Yingying is terminally ill.

He has extremely poor immunity and is frail and sickly.

After running a few steps, I couldn't run anymore.

I was panting and could hardly stand still.

What followed was pain, pain all over the body, a pain like needle pricks, and a sharp pain that penetrated the bone marrow.

Xiao Yingying's smile suddenly disappeared, and her lovely face turned pale.

She stopped talking.

He just squatted there, trying hard to grab the heroic soul statue next to him with his little hands, for fear of falling.

She is not afraid of pain.

But she was afraid that if she fell, grandpa would be like before, with red eyes, and it would be bad if he cried.

She just wants her grandpa to be happy every day, even if he has to scold her with a straight face.

Sun Weiguo's heart felt like a knife piercing his heart.

He hugged her into his arms and hugged her tightly: "Yingying, does it hurt? Grandpa will take you home."

"Let's go home."

"Everything will be fine when I go home."

Xiao Yingying weakly buried her face in his arms and said "Okay" as loudly as a mosquito.

She also used the little strength she had to quietly raise her head to see if her grandfather was crying.

"Grandpa, Yingying is just pretending. In fact, Yingying doesn't feel any pain at all."

She said angrily.

(afec) In her little head.

I only know that every time the neighbor’s little brother is caught pretending to be in pain, the aunt will be super angry and beat him up loudly.

If he pretends to be in pain, grandpa can scold him loudly and forcefully like his neighbor's aunt.

In this way, grandpa will look much better.

While Xiao Yingying was thinking about her grandpa, she seemed to feel less pain.

Slowly, she fell asleep little by little in pain.

Sun Weiguo put his granddaughter's face on his shoulders and patted her back gently.

It’s less than a kilometer away from home.

But it seems like a distant chasm.

Every step Sun Weiguo took felt extremely heavy.

Especially when Xiao Yingying's little body twitched in pain in her coma, he felt that his eyes were gray and his heart was drained of life.

Jiang Yan's spiritual consciousness followed the grandfather and grandson until they returned home.

Even though his heart was firm.

Seeing the scene of extreme joy and sorrow between the grandfather and grandson.

His heart was also shaken.

A family of bravery should never end like this.

He paused his cultivation.

His innate soul left his body directly.

Came to Grandpa Sun's home.

The old man lived in the courtyard allocated by his son decades ago. The walls were mottled and black, covered with moss. There was only a swaying yellow lamp in the house, and the house was bare.

Sun Weiguo's most valuable possession was an old bottle of Maotai of unknown age.

Others, there was not even a water heater, and they still boiled water on a yellow stove.

Xiao Yingying's toys were also very simple.

There was only a doll that was reluctant to throw away even though its arm was broken.

The little girl's clothes didn't fit her well, and they were obviously not specially bought. It was unknown how much effort Grandpa Sun had put into sewing the pudding on top.

Sun Weiguo held his breath and carefully placed Xiao Yingying on the wooden bed that was eaten by insects.

It was like placing a fragile and rare treasure.