When Zhang Meiye said these words, she looked at Ning Qiaoqiao with disdain and disgust, as if her grade had been lowered!

Ning Qiaoqiao's purple grape-like eyes looked at this farce coldly, looking at Zhang Meiye and Liu Wan in front of her, four words flashed in front of her eyes: embarrassed!

Ning Qiaoqiao really regretted it a little, why did she have to be soft-hearted that day, why couldn't she be ruthless at that time, in this way, she would definitely not stand here today and be ridiculed by these two people, and return to this place that disgusted her to the extreme!

"Second young grandmother, the old lady is still waiting for you, you can go up with me."

The maid behind her reminded.

Ning Qiaoqiao's purple grape-like eyes flashed, and he glanced at Liu Wan and Zhang Meiye expressionlessly, grabbed his body and didn't go back upstairs.

In the gloomy hall behind her, Zhang Meiye looked at Ning Qiaoqiao's back angrily, her eyes were eager to tear her apart, and Liu Wan, who was standing beside her, looked at Ning Qiaoqiao with a dark look in her eyes, and a triumphant smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

Of course, Liu Wan saw the gauze on Ning Qiaoqiao's forehead, although he didn't know where the gauze came from, but it was certain that Ning Qiaoqiao's forehead was definitely injured! And a good person, why does the forehead hurt? And it doesn't hurt sooner or later! It's just at this juncture that I'm injured!

Just think about it, Ning Qiaoqiao's injury on her forehead has something to do with the news about her and Yu Shaomo during this time, and even if it doesn't matter, as long as you want to get involved, isn't it simple?

With a flash in his eyes, Liu Wan took out his mobile phone from his bag, found a number, quickly made up a text message, and looked at the mobile phone screen with beautiful eyes.

Ning Qiaoqiao, even if you hide every day and don't go out, it's useless, don't you want the reporter to know about your injury, I just want people to know!

Upstairs, Ning Qiaoqiao walked to the door of the old lady's room, and the maid stood in front and knocked on the door, respectfully asking, "Old lady, the second young grandmother has arrived." ”

"Let her in."

The old lady's calm voice came in the room.

The maid standing in front stepped out of the way and made a gesture to invite Ning Qiaoqiao in.

Ning Qiaoqiao's purple grape-like eyes glanced at the maid, reached out to open the door in front of her, and walked in with her feet raised.

"Scratch."

Behind him came the sound of the maid closing the door.

The old lady's room was still the same as before, even in broad daylight, there was an eerie feeling, Ning Qiao Qiao's clear eyes glanced at the old lady standing in front of the desk, and walked over with an expressionless face.

The old lady was wearing a black Tang suit, her silver-white hair was neatly combed behind her head, fixed with a few very simple black hairpins, and at this time she was holding a brush in her right hand, and she was writing on a piece of white paper like a cloud, and she didn't raise her head to look at Ning Qiaoqiao.

Ning Qiaoqiao was not in a hurry, she was not interested in calligraphy, and she didn't look at what the old lady was writing, she stood quietly at the desk, waiting for the old lady to finish writing.

The silence in the bedroom was unusual, and there was hardly any sound except the sound of the old lady's brush on the paper.

"Come and see how I've written." It wasn't until a long time later that the old lady's brush on the paper finally stopped, and instead of putting it down at once, she took the pen and examined it carefully, as if to see if she was satisfied with what she had written.

Ning Qiaoqiao raised her head and glanced at the old lady, looked down at the paper on the desk, her purple grape-like eyes were faint, and she looked at it and said, "I don't know calligraphy." ”

"Huh? Haven't you studied before? I thought you had such good grades, you should have studied. ”

The old lady raised her head and looked at Ning Qiaoqiao, and asked a little strangely, as if she was really confused, and there was no mockery in her eyes.

Ning Qiaoqiao shook his head and said, "You should know my past information, I don't have time to learn these things." ”

Ning Qiaoqiao had actually learned some specialties before, but these specialties stopped after her mother died, not to mention that there was no calligraphy in these specialties.

The old lady nodded suddenly, looked at Ning Qiaoqiao with a faint look, put the brush on the inkstone, looked at Ning Qiaoqiao and said, "Then can you see which two words I wrote?" ”

Ning Qiaoqiao lowered her head and looked at the paper, her pink lips moved slightly, and she whispered two words: "Willing." ”

When the words fell, the old lady didn't immediately take Ning Qiaoqiao's words, and the bedroom fell into silence, which was even more of a deliberate atmosphere.

"Can you tell me what those two words mean?" It was a long time before the old lady's voice rang out again in the room.

Ning Qiaoqiao's purple grape-like eyes looked away from the two inky black words, raised her head to look at the old lady, smiled and said, "Old lady, what do you want to tell me?" You can just say, no need to go around in circles here! ”

Ning Qiaoqiao only now realized that she was still too naïve in front of people like the old lady, just now she thought that the old lady was really just cultivating her feelings and practicing calligraphy, but now she understands that where the old lady is practicing calligraphy, she is obviously trying to beat her with these two words!

Yes, in the world of old ladies, of course, you don't waste your time on things that don't make sense.

"Actually, these two words are my son's favorite words to write when he was alive, and I didn't write two words today specifically for you, but I suddenly felt a little emotional."

The old lady was very surprised by Ning Qiaoqiao, and did not say anything that she didn't like as soon as she opened her mouth, but lowered her head to look at the two words she had written, and her somewhat complicated face made it impossible to see what she was thinking.

“……”

Ning Qiaoqiao was shocked, and her purple grape-like eyes looked at the old lady strangely, not understanding why the old lady suddenly said this to her.

"My son, Shaomo's father, has been dead for many years, and Shaomo and Shaohan were still children at that time." The old lady suddenly raised her head and looked at Ning Qiaoqiao, as if she was afraid that she would not understand.

“……”

Ning Qiaoqiao nodded and did not speak.

No matter how much she disliked the old lady, it was impossible for her to show off her might in front of an old man who remembered her dead son, not to mention that she also saw sadness in the eyes of this old man.

What kind of pain it was for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person, Ning Qiaoqiao couldn't feel it, but she still remembered her pain when her mother died, and Zhang's mother......

"It's been many years, and you're getting older, so mourn." Ning Qiaoqiao said lightly in a soft voice.

"Huh." The old lady suddenly smiled, raised her head, looked at Ning Qiaoqiao with dim old eyes, and said, "Do you know, you were the first to tell me that I want to mourn for so many years, I really didn't expect that it was you who said this to me." ”

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