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Text Chapter 33: Old man, grandpa?

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    The joyful atmosphere always makes people feel happy, and even ordinary meals seem to be delicious delicacies in the world.  It is memorable and unforgettable.

    "May my mother become younger and younger in the New Year. Cheers," Han Jiahang said to his mother with a drink in his hand.

    "Okay, okay," the mother smiled and raised her glass, "I also wish you good health in the new year, especially our little fany, who will become more and more beautiful."

    "Thank you, Auntie." Tiffany said with her eyes narrowed into a crescent shape.  Looking at the warm scene in front of me.  My heart felt warm and sad.  If my mother were still here, she would definitely do the same thing and buy me a lot of things I like.  Every night he would sit by the bed and tell me stories to accompany me to sleep. When I was sad, he would hold me and listen to my grievances.  .  .  .  .  Maybe I won¡¯t make my father angry, and maybe I won¡¯t come to Korea alone.  .  .  .  .  As I thought about it, the corners of my eyes became moist.

    After Han Jiahang said this, he felt a little regretful and worried, because he suddenly remembered that Tiffany had lost her mother when she was very young.  Looking at the forced smile.  His eyes couldn't help but become sad.  "Fanny, I'm sorry. II shouldn't have said that"

    "Ah, it's okay, it's okay." After hearing Han Jiahang's words, Tiffany was a little flustered for a moment, her hands kept swinging in front of her, and her eyes were blurry with tears as she kept shaking her head.

    "What's wrong?" When the mother saw the scene in front of her, she was a little puzzled for a moment. She was fine just now, so why did she cry all of a sudden.  As he spoke, he hugged the petite Tiffany into his arms.  While coaxing, he listened to Jiahang's explanation.  .  .  .  As he listened, the corners of his eyes became moist, and his hands tightened the little cutie in his arms.  "Fanny, it must be very hard."

    Feeling the warmth all over her body and the powerful heartbeat, fanny finally couldn't stop her tears.  Listening to my mother's words, I kept nodding.  I really want to express all the grievances in my heart.

    "Then tell Auntie about it, okay? Don't worry, Auntie can keep it a secret for you, and no one will tell it."

    "Yeah." His eyes were blurry, and he felt like his mother's arms in a trance. It had been a long time since he had experienced this feeling.  Five years.  .  .  Eight years.  .  .

    "Then, in the future, can Fanny be my aunt's daughter? You see, there is no one in my aunt's house except Jiahang. I usually don't have anyone to talk to if I want to talk. They say that daughters are mother's caring little cotton-padded jackets. Auntie, too.  I want to have a little cotton-padded jacket. I usually chat with me and go shopping. Do you agree?"

    "Is that okay?" Tiffany murmured expectantly, glancing towards Han Jiahang.  As if trying to win approval.

    "Don't look at me. It's too late for me to be happy. I finally don't have to listen to my mother's nagging anymore. I'm finally liberated." Han Jiahang exaggerated,

    "You brat, what are you talking about? Do you call me nagging? If you didn't make mistakes, I wouldn't bother to care about you. You think I'm light-hearted. I'm so tired every day that my back and legs hurt, so I don't care about my mother. Sea view  I'm sorry for you. It's good that I didn't hit you. What are you talking about?"

    "Haha" Looking at the mother and son, Tiffany smiled with tears in her eyes.  Orchids bloom on the face.

    "Okay, from now on I can be considered a son and a daughter." The mother said happily, holding Tiffany in her arms.

    "In the future, if Jiahang bullies you, just tell me and let us see how we deal with him."

    "Oh, my God, do I have an extra sister or an extra mother? Oh my God, I can't live this life."

    "You bastard, what are you talking about?" My mother said angrily, her beautiful eyes widening.

    "Hahaha" Seeing Jiahang looking like a harem, Tiffanny's eyes turned into a crescent-shaped smile.  The haze has gone, and the sunshine has returned to my face and heart.  Warmth.

    After the meal, with a cup of green tea and a fruit plate, the mother and son sat around on the sofa chatting about home affairs.  But for the most part, Han Jiahang listened, and the mother and daughter ignored him and chatted away.  The sun is shining warmly on one side, but the winter is cold on the other.

    "Mom, can you two also talk to me?" Han Jiahang said aggrievedly while peeling an apple in his hand.

    "Besides, what are you, a grown man, saying about women's affairs? Peel your apple quickly, why are you so slow? You are still not a man." Mother said with a roll of her eyes.

    Does this have anything to do with whether I am a man?  "Mom, I seriously protest and appeal. You are unfairly and differentially treating me."

    "The appeal is invalid." At present, I can't even say K.O directly.

    "Hehehe, Jiahang, you are so funny. Hahaha." Tiffany looked at the deflated Han Jiahang in front of her and burst into tears while holding her belly and laughing.

    "Is it that funny?"

    "Yeah, yeah, yeah" didn't come back, just nodded.

    ? ?Everything.  "

    "Boy, what kind of attitude do you have? Is this the way you treat your sister?" Mother said directly with eyes wide open.

    "Mom, are you too partial?"

    "I do, what can you do?"

    "I" Looking at the dishonest mother in front of him, Han Jiahang felt helpless. "Ieat the apple." He said and bit the apple in his hand hard.

    The modern atmosphere makes our communication simpler and easier. With a text message or a video phone, even if we are far away from each other, we can still see each other instantly and know whether the other person is doing well or not.  Although the traditional visit to visit New Year greetings is still there, mobile phone blessings have become a trend.  While chatting, I replied to my friends¡¯ blessings.  Happiness is that simple.

    "Ding dong ding dong" A doorbell suddenly sounded in the warm living room.

    "Oh? Who could it be?" Han Jiahang looked at his mother who was also confused and walked towards the entrance.

    "Oh?" Through the camera, an old man's face appeared in sight.  "Mom, he's an old man. But I don't know him." Han Jiahang asked aloud.

    "Old man?" After hearing Jiahang's words, my mother stood up and came over in confusion.

    "Hello, Happy New Year." Opening the door, an old man in his sixties appeared outside, followed by a middle-aged man wearing a black windbreaker, who should be a bodyguard or something.

    "who are you looking for?"

    The old man didn¡¯t reply. His old but still energetic eyes just looked at him.

    "Is it you?" came the mother's different voice from behind.  There was a trace of panic and more disbelief in her beautiful eyes.

    "What? It's unexpected. Won't you invite me in? Let the guests stand outside the door. My Han family doesn't have such a way of welcoming guests." The voice was like a grand voice, giving off the aura of a superior.  It's impossible to ignore.

    "Oh. Sorry, please come in." Han Jiahang was stunned for a moment and hurriedly invited the old man into the house.  The mother didn't respond, and just kept looking at the old man.

    The old man walked into the house, as if he had returned to his own home, looking around, and then sat directly on the sofa in the living room.

    When Tiffany saw the old man walking in, she couldn't help but feel a little scared. This feeling was even more common in the company president.  People dare not face it.  He carefully hid behind Han Jiahang.

    The old man looked at Han Jiahang who was standing far away, and a slight smile appeared on his serious face. It was so short that it was almost impossible to notice.  "What's wrong? Is this how you see Grandpa?" The voice softened a lot, but there was still a pressure.

    But for Han Jiahang, it was deafening.  "Grandpa?" Han Jiahang looked like he couldn't believe it. His head was pounding for a moment, as if he had lost the ability to think.  grandfather?  The person in front of me is my grandfather?  Why don't I have any impression?  He looked at his mother for help, but saw that her eyes were already wet.  .  .  .  .

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