You sell swords, I go crazy, join hands to rectify the entertainment industry

The two walked and chatted.

Qi Yu told the ins and outs of Qiao Xinxin, the 50 SpongeBob SquarePants.

After listening, Jiang Qiyu was in a daze for a while, and suddenly thought of the sentence the child said to herself at the airport:

"Sister, I'm just young, not low IQ."

The second half of this sentence is really open to debate.

Whose five-year-old would really go home and ask for 50 when he saw a link to "Living SpongeBob SquarePants" that the seller casually hung up on a second-hand website just to be funny?

And the product details of the living SpongeBob SquarePants also read:

"No courier is required to take pictures, and it will swim from the sea to your home by itself. The swimming is a bit slow, please be patient."

My child, listen to my sister's persuasion, believing everything will only hurt you!

While talking, the two walked through the corridor out the back door and directly into the backyard.

Walking through the winding path, not far away, there is a melodious music.

Like a zither, or a harp.

She doesn't understand the rhythm, but she can also hear the charm.

How should I put it, there is a feeling that life is worse than death.

The desolate music became more and more clear, and Jiang Qiyu followed Qi Yu around the lush bamboo forest in the courtyard.

I saw Mr. Qiao sitting cross-legged in a semi-open sun room full of artistic conception, stroking the guqin in front of him with his eyes closed.

I saw him sitting in front of a low case with a simple qin on it.

On the other side of the tea table is an exquisite and small incense burner, and wisps of white smoke are slowly rising into the air through the hollow incense burner.

White smoke scattered in the air, no trace to be found, but it seemed to be everywhere.

This ethereal and quiet scene makes people sigh:

'Jielu is in a human environment, but there are no cars and horses making noise. '

If it wasn't for the fact that Qi Yu hadn't called Grandpa twice and didn't get a response, so he took the initiative to go up and hold down the strings, but the melodious strings continued to ring.

Maybe Jiang Qiyu would believe it.

"Grandpa, which song are you singing?"

Qi Yu looked at Mr. Qiao, who was not only dressed formally, but also had carefully groomed gray hair, and raised his eyebrows in confusion:

"Going on a blind date today?"

"Go away—err..."

Mr. Qiao opened his eyes and was about to scold, but he glanced at Jiang Qiyu, who was behind Qi Yue, who was a dog, and swallowed back the swear words:

"Hehe...what did Xiao Yue say?"

After finishing speaking, as if she had just discovered the third person, she looked at Jiang Qiyu kindly:

"Ah, this is the Wei—"

"grandfather."

Facing Lao Jiang who had revenge on the spot, Qi Yu gritted his teeth and smiled.

He casually picked up the cup from the tea table next to him and placed it in front of the old man, picked up the steaming teapot and poured it for him:

"Drink tea."

Then, he turned his head and greeted the person watching the fun behind him: "Come and sit."

"Oh."

Jiang Qiyu didn't know how to be polite, so she turned around and sat cross-legged on the futon beside Qi Yue.

While pouring himself tea, he grinned at Mr. Qiao who had met once before:

"Grandpa, what a coincidence."

Who would have thought that the crazy old man she met by accident and thought she would never meet again in this life turned out to be Qi Yue's grandfather.

Although not a real grandfather.

But this relationship is really convoluted.

"cough......"

Ever since I met her last time at the back mountain of my hometown in H City, and checked her details in detail, Mr. Qiao has been somewhat unforgettable about Jiang Qiyu.

He always felt that the child was late to come back to see him, otherwise it would be bad to know someone, but he just met this kid Qi Yue.

Even if it wasn't late, there was something about this little girl who was able to fascinate the demon king who was the boss of the day and who was tied for the boss.

Coupled with the strong Amway of the little great-granddaughter Qiao Xinxin, Mr. Qiao's sense of Jiang Qiyu couldn't stop rising.

He regretted that he was a little reckless and didn't perform well when he met her before, and this time, Steward Zhao arranged for such an image of an extraterrestrial expert.

It was also exposed by this bastard.

Thinking of this, Mr. Qiao couldn't help but cast a blank glance at the culprit, but the man glanced back mercilessly.

Qi Yue made a new pot of tea in a smooth manner, and said in a calm tone:

"Grandpa, don't let Uncle Zhao choose songs for you in the future, it's unlucky."

After he said this, Mr. Joe remembered, and quickly took out the phone hidden under his buttocks, and turned off the bgm on the player——

"Beautiful and Ethereal-Guzheng Pure Music"

Only then put on a kind smile again and looked at Jiang Qiyu:

"We are also destined, Qi Yu, you are just like Xiao Yue, call me grandpa."

After finishing speaking, before Jiang Qiyu could respond, she added with a smile:

"Do you mind if I call you Qiyu?"

"It's okay," Jiang Qiyu waved her hand indifferently:

"Grandpa, you can call yourself whatever you want."

Hearing her words, the old man smiled even more. He pulled her and started chatting happily.

From the journey of the two of them in love, to what she saw and heard while filming, most of them were talking about Qi Yue.

It is said that he climbed a tree and broke his leg at the age of three, sprained his waist climbing a wall at the age of five, nearly fed fish when he was drifting at the age of eight, and nearly sacrificed himself while climbing a mountain at the age of ten...

That's a lot to say, but basically it's all one central idea.

This child has been tough since he was a child.

You can't die no matter what you do, Cishi!

The more Jiang Qiyu listened to it, the more she found it interesting, and when she turned her head with a smile, she saw Qi Yue's face getting darker and darker.

"..."

While the old man was flipping through his phone to find photos, she quietly tilted her body towards Qi Yue, pursed her lips and snickered:

"Does the King of Hades look familiar to you kid?"

"..."

Qi Yu originally regretted bringing her here, but after hearing the words with a slight smile, his depression was swept away.

Seeing her smiling eyes bent like a little fox stealing fish, he also bent the corners of his lips unconsciously.

He leaned sideways and whispered half-truths to her:

"I used to be young and ignorant, I didn't know that there are more interesting things in the world besides dying..."

What's more interesting, he didn't say.

Jiang Qiyu turned her head as if feeling something, and her gaze suddenly fell into a pair of deep and bright eyes.

"..."

"found it!"

Mr. Qiao patted the table, and excitedly turned the phone over to face her:

"Look, it's this one!"

Jiang Qiyu only glanced at it.

He was attracted by the stinky-faced little boy in the picture wearing a pink princess tutu skirt, colorful striped long johns wrapped around his legs, and a red mark between his eyebrows.

"This is......"

While speaking, she turned her head to look at Qi Yue whose expression suddenly changed with surprise on her face, and laughed aloud:

"Pink and tender, how old were you?"