The petite little wife: don't misunderstand the proud president

The next day, Wang Zichen drove himself and took Lan Xinhui and his grandmother back to Lan Xinhui's hometown. Considering his grandmother's physical condition, he specially invited a doctor to go with him.

Back at Lan Xinhui's home, after Zhu Qimei got out of the car, she looked up at the house that had been renovated but kept its original appearance, and she began to cry: "This house, It’s very similar to the house she was born in. At that time, we lived in a landlord’s house who supported the war of resistance, and that’s what the house looked like.”

"After we went to investigate, we found out that when we first went to find her, they went out to avoid the war. I saw the photos they took back. Later, after they moved to another place, they also built a house like this .She lived in that house until she got married...she married a soldier and went south with the army..."

Listening to her talking about this, Lan Xinhui also shed tears silently, and she wiped away her tears gently for her grandma.

And her tears were wiped by Wang Zichen. After he gently wiped her tears, he continued: "We have been investigating for a long time, but we can't find out, because they are in the army, and the army's information is more difficult to find out." ..."

Wang Zichen said: "However, I found out after investigation. The situation is as follows: after my grandma and grandpa arrived in the south, they became pregnant. Before she gave birth, grandpa sacrificed... She was too sad, and the child was born prematurely. , died young..."

"She had no desire to live anymore. She wanted to jump into the river to commit suicide, but when she saw Xinhui's mother who was abandoned by the river, she felt pity for the child's crying, so she wanted to feed her first." After feeding the child, she committed suicide. Later, after feeding the child, she was reluctant to part with the child. So she took it back and brought it up."

After returning home, she had a short rest. Lan Xinhui led Zhu Qimei to the house where her grandmother used to live, and showed her the photo album.

In fact, there are not many photos left by Lan Xinhui's grandmother, and there are few rural people who take pictures.In addition to the necessary photos of marriage certificates, ID cards, etc., occasionally someone from a photo studio went to the countryside, so she took Lan Xinhui to take one or two photos.

After Lan Xinhui went to university, she used a smart phone. When she came back, she often took pictures of her grandmother, or a group photo of her and her grandmother. When she saw a good photo, she posted it and kept it at home for her grandmother to see. The photos gradually increased. some.

Lan Xinhui and Zhu Qimei looked through the photos one by one.As she recalled, she narrated some things about the photos.

Before the photos were finished, both of them were already in tears.

After that, they went to the grave of grandma to worship together.

Zhu Qimei cried and fell in front of the grave: The family spent decades trying to find this Yaomei, but they finally found it now, but it has been separated forever!

Lan Xinhui bent down to support Zhu Qimei, listening to her crying and crying about her longing for her grandma, and her longing for her grandma came with tears...

After returning from the mountain, Lan Xinhui cooked some simple meals.After a few people had lunch and took a short rest, they drove to N City again.

Lan Xinhui sat in the back seat with her grandmother Zhu Qimei, worried that her mood swings would affect her body too much.

Zhu Qimei saw Lan Xinhui's thoughtfulness.Looking at Lan Xinhui, she felt more and more like Jiumei in the photo. Her gentleness, kindness, hard work and virtuousness should be inherited from Jiumei, right?

Zhu Qimei thought: Judging from the photos, Jiumei looks more like her father, but with her gentle and virtuous personality, she should be like her mother, right?This may be the reason why she fell in love with Lan Xinhui at first sight!

Facing this poor child who had almost lost all her relatives, Zhu Qimei couldn't harden her heart and frown coldly.However, looking at her, she deeply felt the power of blood relationship.