said don't mess with me

On the day of returning home, Han Qing made time to see off Mu Xia at the high-speed rail station.

Mu Xia originally didn't want to make the atmosphere as uncomfortable as life and death, but was hugged by Han Qingshi, and heard her say "come back early", she still couldn't help crying, causing her reason to be dominated by emotions, and she deliberately turned up old accounts with her, attitude And You Qi said, "This month when I'm not here, be more honest, you absolutely can't touch a man, let alone a woman!"

She kept talking about this topic, and Han Qing thought for a few seconds before he realized it, and was amused for a while, "Shaking hands is a basic social etiquette."

"I know." Mu Xiahong narrowed her eyes, lost her momentum, and looked at her aggrievedly, "I'm leaving soon, so I have nothing to do to find a sense of presence."

Han Qingshi was amused by Mu Xiali's straightforward finding fault, and suddenly felt that her request was a bit interesting, so she stopped 'struggling' and said sincerely: "Miss Mu, please don't worry, if this happens again, I will definitely wash my hands and wash my hands. Honestly waiting for your return."

Satisfied, Mucha pretended to be reserved and assured her, "I will also be very honest."

Announce the security check.

Han Qingshi sent the luggage to Mu Xia, hugged her and said, "Go in, send me a WeChat message when you arrive."

When Mu Xia saw her smile, she still couldn't control it, and a scene of 'life and death', which is common in tragic dramas, played out in her mind.

She couldn't stop crying.

After getting on the high-speed rail, a little girl less than three years old came to give her a lollipop, and patted Mucha on the shoulder like her mother usually coaxed her, saying, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Mucha smiled through tears and had a great time with her all the way.

When the high-speed train arrived at the station, Mu Xia sent a WeChat message to Han Qingshi to report that he was safe, saying that he was about to board the bus home.

After reading the specific route, Han Qing transferred 1000 yuan to her without further ado and asked her to call a special car.

Mucha happily collected the money, turned around and got on the special line that would pass by the bus station.

I reversed the car three times before and after, and finally arrived home at two o'clock in the afternoon.

Mu Xia's house is on the edge of the county seat, and he bought a house just the year before last.

Not long after, my parents set up a shop on the street not far from home, and continued to make a living as tailors.

She thought that when she came back at this point, her parents must be busy in the store.

Who knew that as soon as he entered the house, he bumped into the two people who were making dumplings in the living room.

The three of them stared at each other in place.

For a long time, Mu's father slapped his thigh violently, his mouth shut from ear to ear, "My girl is back!"

The smile on Mu's mother's face was also obvious, but she still pretended to be angry and said: "I didn't say hello in advance when I came back. If we went out a few steps earlier, you wouldn't be in a hurry?"

"That's right." Mu's father pretended to be displeased and glared at Mu Xia, and immediately walked over with a smile, took her suitcase, and said, "You tell me in advance, so that Dad can pick you up, it's so troublesome to back and forth."

As soon as Mu Xia met her father, she immediately turned into a little girl, holding his arm tenderly and said, "I'm afraid you've worked hard, it's too far away."

"Papa is happy with this kind of hard work." Papa Mu sighed and recalled with real feelings, "When you were still in kindergarten, the happiest thing for Papa every day was to stand at the entrance of the alley and wait for the school bus to bring you back. Hey, then At that time, you were only a little bit, and you will grow into a big girl in a blink of an eye, and you should get married in a few years..."

"Mu Changhe, you've had enough. Tell me about it every once in a while, are you tired?" Mu's mother couldn't take it anymore, and interrupted in time, "Just look at Mu Xia, who would like a young man?" she."

Papa Mu was unhappy, "It's obvious that those crooked melons and cracked dates are not good enough for my girl!"

Mother Mu ruthlessly squeezed out a sentence, "Blind self-confidence!"

The father and daughter wiped their tears for a while under the merciless ridicule of Mu's mother from time to time.

When the mood calmed down, Mu Xia sat next to her mother, leaning against her, watching her make dumplings, "Can you finish eating so many dumplings at once?"

Mu's mother saw her daughter's little head leaning on her shoulder, and her tone suddenly became gentle, "I brought it to your grandma, she is a bit greedy lately, and your uncles and aunts are too lazy to take care of their own family, so I have to talk to you." Your dad goes to your grandma's once a week to bring her some."

"Oh, do you want to go after packing these?" Mucha asked.

Mother Mu, "Yeah."

"Then I'll go too. I haven't seen grandma for a long time."

"Okay, grandma also talks about you all day long." Mother Mu tapped the tip of Mu Xia's nose with her flour-soaked hands, and said with a serious expression, "Among you juniors, grandma loves you the most. If you dare to make her angry in the future , see how I deal with you."

"No, I'm grandma's little padded jacket, and I'm so considerate."

"It's good to know."

In the evening, Papa Mu drove and took the family to grandma's house.

Grandma and uncle lived in an old house in the town.

The old house is spacious and divided into two parts. The little uncle's family lived in a small western-style building built a few years ago, and the grandmother lived alone in the new house built for her when he "broke everything" when he married the deceased grandfather.

Although the 'new house' is old, the memories are warm, and Mu's father cleaned it up only once last summer, so it doesn't look shady at all, but like a corner forgotten by time, thick and gentle.

As soon as Mucha entered, he shouted, "Grandma."

Grandma is rocking the recliner and listening to the play.

I used the old-fashioned radio in the early years. Father Mu repaired it countless times before and after, but he was still reluctant to throw it away.

The old radio was loud, and Mu Xia yelled out a few times like nothing came to him. He plucked his hair strangely, and asked Mu's mother, "Is grandma going out?"

Mu's mother leaned forward and looked towards the backyard, "Go to the backyard and have a look."

"Okay." Mu Xia went to the backyard to find someone with the oranges he brought from home.

Sure enough.

Mu Xia bowed his back, walked around, covered grandma's eyes with both hands, deliberately pretended to have a deep voice, and said, "Xiao Ling, guess who I am."

Xiaoling, grandma's name, grandpa used to call her by that.

After he left, his parents didn't dare to call, only Mu Xia would occasionally quarrel with her.

Grandma knew who it was as soon as she heard it. She patted Mu Xia's back and said with a smile, "My little granddaughter."

Mucha originally wanted to smile and congratulate her for getting the answer right, but when she saw the family portrait on the table next to her, her throat was suddenly blocked and her eyes were watery.

The older a person is, the more he values ​​family affection, but the children already have their own lives at that time.

So, they didn't say anything, no one bothered, and they talked to themselves alone.

Mu Xia let go of grandma's eyes, slipped her arms down, hugged her from behind, rubbed her face affectionately, and said, "Grandma, I miss you so much."

Grandma's chaotic eyes were filled with water, she touched Mu Xia's cold hand, and spoke slowly, "Grandma misses you too. Just a while ago, grandma was talking to the neighbor's grandma, 'My little granddaughter If you don’t come back, the dried persimmons for her will not be able to hide.”

Mu Xia finally didn't hold back, his eyes were completely red, "Thank you, grandma."

In the house, Mu's mother put the dumplings in the refrigerator and came out to say hello to her mother.

Seeing that Mucha was pressing her down, he quickly walked over to pull her up, wanting to teach her a lesson.

Looking at Mu Xia's bright red eyes, Mu's mother didn't say anything, but hugged her instead.

The four sat together and chatted for a while.

Seeing that it was almost time, Mu's mother got up to cook, while Mu's father took a small shovel to help grandma with the small vegetable garden in the backyard.

Mucha, who was lazy, came over with a small stool, sat beside grandma's lap, peeled the orange for her, and said, "Grandma, I brought this orange from home, and it's been in my pocket all the time. Yes, you won’t have a toothache after eating.”

Grandma is wearing reading glasses and is braiding Mucha's hair.

Just like when I was a child, one on each side, tied high above the head.

"Ah—" Mucha handed a slice of orange to grandma.

Grandma followed her voice and opened her mouth to bite.

When Mu's father heard it, he smiled and yelled, "Don't let your grandma eat too much, the oranges your mother bought are very sour."

Mucha, "Understood."

After eating half of it for grandma, Mu Xia put down the orange and chatted with Han Qingshi on WeChat.

Grandma leaned on the recliner and continued to listen to her play.

When she sang to a place Mu Xia was familiar with, she would howl along, making grandma laugh out loud.

After chatting with Han Qing, Mu Xia put away her phone, lay on the armrest of the recliner, and helped grandma pinch the hairballs on her clothes.

Grandma found a topic that she cared about and chatted with her. When asked if she had talked about friends, Mucha withdrew her hand, leaned on the armrest, and said cautiously: "Talk, but you may not like her."

Grandma smiled kindly, "As long as the person is nice and treats you well, looks and housework are not important."

"She was very good to me and excellent."

"Then why don't we like her?"

"..." Mucha hesitated to speak.

Grandma looked at her with a puzzled expression, and she had a gleam of understanding through her eyes behind the lens.

She covered her mouth with her hand, approached Mucha, and whispered to her, "Grandma just forgot to say one thing—gender, as long as it's what my little granddaughter likes, gender doesn't matter."

Mucha was shocked, "Grandma, how do you know?!"

Grandma sat back, closed her eyes, and gently shook the recliner that grandpa made for her, "Grandma and your grandpa have been friends for a lifetime, and you know what it looks like when you fancy someone. You, when you chatted with that girl just now, you wanted to talk Oh my god."

Mu Xia was terrified.

When she bullied Han Qing on wechat, she asked her to post a selfie.

It’s so beautiful, I’ve watched it for a long time, and I still smiled so obscenely, it must have been seen by my grandma at that time.

She was too careless.

"Grandma." Mucha was nervous, "Do you really think it's okay?"

Grandma said 'hmm' without opening her eyes, she held Mu Xia's hand on the side and squeezed it, her tone was kind but firm, "It's not bad to find a pretty girl to talk to as friends. Like a man who is stubborn, he can piss people off."

Mucha didn't speak, and looked at grandma fixedly.

After making sure that her words were not adulterated, she gradually let go of her worry, and smiled again on her face, "Then let me introduce her to you."

Grandma opened her eyes, cast her doting gaze over the reading glasses, and made a request, "If you look better than you, grandma won't look at it, so that grandma can't be in a dilemma. Praising that girl makes you jealous, and praising you makes you feel sorry for that girl."

Mucha was amused by grandma, and giggled on top of her.

Enough of laughing, Mu Xia took out her mobile phone and found the photo she hid in her private album, just like grandma counting Han Qing.

Grandma listened carefully.

Speaking of the Hezhong production accident, grandma frowned, "How can you just bully her just because she treats you well?"

Mucha felt wronged, "I've already apologized."

"It can't be like this in the future, this girl looks distressed, and grandma likes it."

"what about me?"

"You are jubilant."

"..."

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After dinner, the three drove back.

Mucha occupied the back row by himself, and his sitting posture was extremely domineering.

Mother Mu raised her eyebrows when she saw it, "You still think I'm calling you a girl, just look at her sitting posture, who dares to provoke you."

Papa Mu couldn't refute, so he laughed and laughed.

Mucha murmured in the back, "Who cares about your boys, I have young ladies."

When thinking of Han Qing, Mucha pulled out her phone to harass her: [Ah Shi, I have exciting news for you! 】

It took about ten minutes for Han Qing to return: [I was in a meeting just now, what news? 】

Mucha: [I introduced you to my grandma today/shy]

Han Qingshi: [How did you introduce it? 】

Mu Xia pursed her lips and smiled elatedly: [Her little granddaughter's partner should be talked about carefully, the kind that can't be bullied. 】

On the other side, Han Qingshi's steady steps towards the elevator suddenly stopped.

Zhao Jiahui stood still, "Mr. Han, did you forget something?"

Han Qingshi was holding the phone, his eyes shining brightly were as soft as autumn water, "I forgot to ask her to help grandma take care of it."

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