my cp turned out to be

1104.This simple password locks the secret of Grandma Liu's life. It supports Lin Xi's conjecture from the side: Grandma Liu's feelings for Grandpa Zhao are by no means as simple as Grandpa Zhao thought, otherwise she would not use the two of them. Make the password of the diary box on the wedding anniversary.

If this old couple is really as loving as Lin Xi and JOJO thought at first, then this password may be useless to Grandpa Zhao.And it is such a simple password, put it in front of Grandpa Zhao, it becomes "can't open it, if you want to see it, you have to find a way to pry the box open".

So, from another aspect, this password proves what Grandpa Zhao said, he really doesn't love Grandma Liu.

Lin Xi sighed for a moment, looked at JOJO, took off the combination lock, and opened the box in front of him.

Xiao Hua kneaded herself into a pink hat, lay down on Lin Xi's hair and looked down following his gaze, exclaiming in a low voice, "So many books? Each one is so thick!"

JOJO took out the newspapers prepared in advance and spread them on the floor, and moved all the diaries out of the boxes and arranged them.

Two bookworms got out of JOJO's trouser pockets, and couldn't wait to jump into the pile of diaries, touching things here and there.As soon as the two of them heard that the two humans wanted to read someone else's diary today, they immediately clamored to follow.

"Human diaries are the most likely to produce bookworms, because the diaries are full of true feelings!" "Ghost Story" nodded while talking, increasing his credibility.

The old man of "Shan Hai Jing" added: "However, it is difficult for others to see and understand the diary, so the bookworms in the diary often sleep all their lives... Take us to have a look."

As expected by the two bookworms, there are bookworms in each of the notebook diaries in front of them.As long as the two little guys touch it, they can feel the general situation of the bookworm inside.

"This should be the first book." The old man of "Shan Hai Jing" took a picture of a worn black leather book, "There is a little girl sleeping in it, she looks so young."

Lin Xi reached out and took the book in her hand, opened it and said, "I wrote it down since Grandma Liu was six years old..."

Six-year-old Grandma Liu probably doesn't know much about words, and most of her diaries use pictures and short text.

On the first page, there was a bowl of noodles and a crooked family. The matching text was: On my sixth birthday, my mother gave me a book to write in my diary!

Looking back, it can be seen that the little girl had a very happy childhood, either playing the piano and singing with her mother, or going out for an outing in her father's car. One day, a woman lying on a hospital bed appeared in the picture, accompanied by "Mom is sick" in the immature handwriting of the child.

More pictures and less words, the first diary was read by two young people like this.They looked at each other, and went to get the second book that the bookworms indicated.

In the second diary, the innocent little princess suddenly became more sensible.Most of the time, she was with her mother on the sick bed, talking with her and making her happy.There are many colorful pictures in this diary, such as small flowers, butterflies, and kites. In addition to the childish handwriting of children, there are also beautiful handwriting of women from time to time on the page: "This peony is in full bloom", "The sky is blue, Fly the kite, fly to the sky." Probably the little girl drew pictures for her mother, and the mother wrote notes and essays on them.

"She is a gentle and good woman..." Lin Xi sighed softly, closed the second diary, and went to get the third.

In this way, he sat side by side with JOJO under the grape arbor, blowing the cold wind in late autumn, browsing Grandma Liu's life page after page.

By the time of the fifth diary, my mother, who had been ill for two years, finally passed away.The eight-year-old girl misses her mother every day in her diary, and I don't know how many ink marks are blurred by tears.

In the sixth diary, the nine-year-old girl had just celebrated the anniversary of her mother's death, and her father married a new wife with a six-year-old son.

"...Six-year-old son?" JOJO was a little surprised, "This woman is Mr. Liu's concubine raised outside!"

"That's why Grandma Liu finds this stepmother so unpleasant... The existence of her and that little boy are all ironclad proofs that the father betrayed the mother." Lin Xi sighed and continued to turn back the diary.

Xu Xian, who had just arrived at Liu's family, was kind to the only daughter in the family.

Although she is full of coquettishness, yelling at the servants, and cautiously staying away from the eldest lady, she does not owe the girl in life, and her attitude is not pampering, but at least respecting.

But when her six-year-old son started studying and was praised by various tutors as "smart, smart, hard-working", and thus won the favor of the head of the family, the woman's back straightened up suddenly, and she thought she had a good relationship with the original wife. The qualifications of the daughter to challenge the board, the whole body trembled in front of the little girl.

The 10-year-old Grandma Liu grew up surrounded by thousands of dotes on her. She always disliked Xu Xian. Now that she is being bullied, she will naturally resist desperately. However, she is limited by her IQ and age, so she will inevitably suffer a lot.She was obviously bullied by her stepmother and stepbrother, and was reprimanded by her father who believed in pillow talk. This kind of thing happened too often, and the little girl no longer expected her father to uphold justice, and instead tried to find ways to fight back in self-defense.

The following basic diary is simply a living house fight novel.The two men stared intently, sighing from time to time:

"Oh my god, is there still such an operation?"

"Human beings are really unfathomable..."

"Great job, I'm going to go straight back to this kind of insinuation!"

"Xiao Linzi, why is Grandma Liu so angry? Why don't I think there is something wrong with her stepmother's words?"

"Her brother felt okay when he was a child, why did he grow more and more crooked?"

"Lengsheng was taught crooked."

This long house fight lasted from Grandma Liu's tenth to her 20th, from how many snacks to eat every afternoon, which car to take to school and other trivial details, to how much dowry to prepare for Grandma Liu, and what should be given to her family business? Who will inherit? Is the stepmother qualified to arrange the eldest lady's marriage?

After reading all these contents, the sun was already in the sky, and it was time for lunch.

"Are you hungry?" Lin Xi asked JOJO.

JOJO made a small gap between his thumb and index finger: "A little bit, but I want to continue watching."

Really curious, Lin Xi laughed, and said to him: "I don't want to stop, why don't I go upstairs to get something to eat, and we can watch while we eat?"

"Let me go." JOJO stood up, and patted Xiao Hua who had collapsed into a blanket and covered her shoulders at some point, sleeping soundly: "Hey, wake up, why are you asleep?"

"Huh...?" Xiaohua's response was full of sleepiness, "Too, too many words..."

Lin Xi: Pfft.

JOJO quickly came back with mustard bread and yogurt. Seeing Lin Xi holding a read diary and reading it again, he handed him the yogurt and asked, "Read it again?"

Lin Xi put down the diary, tore off the cover of the yogurt and licked it: "Yeah, the feeling is very complicated...Looking at Grandma Liu's appearance when she gets old, I can't imagine that she is such a sharp girl at the age of seventeen or eighteen."

JOJO helped Lin Xi wipe off a little yogurt at the corner of his mouth with his thumb, then withdrew his hand and licked it.

Lin Xi blushed and kicked JOJO.

JOJO smirked, narrowed her golden eyes, and continued the topic as if nothing had happened: "Sharp sharp, resolute and unrestrained, young and beautiful... If you only see this, who would have thought that this girl would spend her twilight years in such a dilapidated and ordinary neighborhood , who would have thought that she would die without children, and that her husband would even drink heavily to celebrate her departure..."

Lin Xi sighed suddenly, and didn't care about JOJO's ambiguous behavior just now.

There was a sly smile on the corner of JOJO's mouth, and he looked at Lin Xi tenderly, like a cat eating cooked food, smiling at a dumb frog playing and rubbing its feet in warm water.

The two exchanged their diary experiences, and one of them opened a new diary with a piece of bread in their hands. In this diary, the characters they had been looking forward to for a long time finally appeared—Grandma Liu met Grandpa Zhao.

December 12st weather: dry, cold and sunny

When I went to the factory to find my father today, I met a young man playing the accordion.

At that time, I was walking hurriedly along the main road in the factory area, and suddenly a burst of music came to my ears. It was the British folk song that my mother liked to tell me when I was a child.The music led me to a row of bungalows, and I saw a man standing in front of the window playing an accordion.

He was wearing overalls, the clothes had been washed very clean, there were signs of modification, and they were very close-fitting.He is not considered imposing, he is only slightly taller than me, his expression looks a little dull, he has no aura to enjoy and understand music, just like a doll on a string being manipulated by someone.

To be honest, I thought this man was a bit funny, with a smile on his face, just as he looked over, I nodded to him.

A person like him should not have the conditions to study music.I'd like to see whoever taught him the accordion, and I'd like to hear that ballad played again by someone who is skilled and understands the music, just like my mother did...

JOJO touched his chin: "It seems that Grandma Liu really doesn't like Grandpa Zhao."

But Lin Xi said: "This is just a first meeting. If you don't like it at first, it doesn't mean you won't like it later." He turned a page in his diary.

The weather on December 12: light snow

Today is a rare free time, and I thought of that ballad ditty again.

After school, I went to my father's factory to find that young man. When he saw me, he was like a mouse seeing a cat, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground and crawl down.This reaction was a bit stingy, but I didn't hate it, at least he was polite, much better than some men who stared at me with dirty eyes.

I walked with him and asked him where he learned the accordion.He faltered and stammered and told me that it was taught to him by his old teacher when he was in elementary school, but now the teacher has passed away.

I couldn't help feeling sorry, but also a little curious.He is about the same age as me. When he was young, the Republic should not have been established, and the society was chaotic. He was able to go to elementary school, which showed that his family was not as bad as I guessed. So I asked him: "How many people are in your family? What do your parents do?" of?"

Speaking of family members, the young man looked much more relaxed.He has no confidence in himself, but is quite comfortable talking about his family.

A couple raised four children, and the family of six lived in a cramped ordinary house.I imagined this situation for a while, and I didn't quite understand why the young man's tone was so cheerful.

Doesn't he regret the poverty of his family?Isn't he worried about how to divide the extremely limited family property?Isn't he afraid that the conditions are too bad and he won't be able to marry a wife?

I can't tell what it feels like, I'm probably angry... No, now that I think about it, I think I'm jealous.

I envy this young man who is not as good as my family background, as smart as I am, and as far-sighted as I am.He talked about the leisurely happiness when his mother was clumsy for a while and put too much salt in the food, and his father complained about it. It was something I always wanted but couldn't get.

When we parted, I asked him his name.