Leng Qingzhu had to turn around and ask Fu Yingshao to take his grandfather to take a bath and change his clothes.

After walking for such a long time, the clothes on his body were dusty, and the old shepherd himself was uncomfortable, so he sat upright, for fear of soiling other people's sofas.

"It's because I didn't think it through, I'll go now." Fu Yingshao no longer grinded with Leng Qingzhu here, and hurriedly got up and took the old shepherd upstairs.

Leng Xiangdong wanted to follow over to take care of his grandfather, but he was driven down: "I'll just go, big brother, you can watch TV here." ”

Old Mrs. Fu and Yuan Yashi, who had just come out of the kitchen, were surprised, and couldn't believe that this was Fu Yingshao.

This is the young master of their family, not to mention having a habit of cleanliness, let alone being able to take care of people.

Even Xi Lie couldn't believe his eyes, wondering if this was the brother he grew up with.

Xi Lie suddenly realized that he hadn't paid attention to it before, and what Fu Yingshao was wearing on his feet was not the leather shoes he used to wear, but the big black cotton shoes like the Leng family.

Xi Lie choked on his own saliva and let out a series of hiccups.

Only Fu Zhenguo was accustomed to it, and he watched Fu Yingshao really help the old shepherd upstairs, and also turned around and went back to the room to take a shower and change clothes.

Leng Qingzhu didn't look at what fell out again, and hurriedly stuffed it back while no one was paying attention, this time he didn't dare to have so many messy thoughts.

I put the things on the floor and went into the kitchen to help.

But as soon as he stepped in, he was pushed out by Yuan Yashi: "I really don't need you here, if it weren't for the fact that Xiao Zhang and I hadn't stewed this little pheasant, we wouldn't even use your mother." ”

Leng Qingzhu was kicked out like this, and Mrs. Fu beckoned to her: "Child, come and sit here with grandma." ”

"Hmm." Leng Qingzhu washed his hands and sat down, and was directly held by the old lady and sat beside him, watching the TV series many years ago, listening to the chatter of the two old ladies, and by the way, accepting the old lady Fu from time to time.

Leng Xiangdong watched TV for the first time, and it was different from the movies he used to play in the village, and he was fascinated by it.

It's just a pinching of the head and the tail, and I can't see a complete story, but fortunately, there is such a person as Xi Lie, who has been introducing him to the previous plot and the characters that keep appearing, which makes Leng Xiangdong not look anticlimactic.

The people upstairs soon came down, and the old shepherd took off his coat, and was still wearing the same shoes on his feet, but he was wearing a blue-gray tunic.

It still looks new, and the fabric is straight.

After washing his face and shaving his beard, the old man was in good spirits, and Leng Qingzhu suddenly felt that what Xi Lie said was not all lies, and his grandfather was quite young.

Mrs. Leng recognized this dress, and said to Leng Qingzhu with a smile: "This is still made for him by your mother, it has been ten years, and it is the first time I have seen your grandfather wear it, I am afraid that it has been pressing the bottom of the box." ”

Leng Qingzhu thought to himself, hasn't he been pressing the bottom of the box, and how many years have he been wearing it later!

The old shepherd was stared at by so many pairs of eyes all of a sudden, and he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, but fortunately, Fu Yingshao was always by his side, so he could barely maintain his composure.

Sitting on the sofa, Mrs. Fu smiled and nodded: "The in-laws really don't look like people in their seventies." ”

"Isn't it like that? This old skin and old face on the meadow all day long looks like a ninety-year-old person! ”

As soon as the old man touched his chin, he interpreted the over-modesty as a disguised flamboyance very well.

Let Leng Qingzhu laugh dumbly.

But Mrs. Fu is still pandering: "Who's ninety-year-old man is so young, look at you, there are not many white hairs!" ”

The old shepherd wiped his head and said with a little embarrassment: "That, in-laws, it's not that I don't have white hair, it's that I shaved my head at all!" ”