It makes sense for the delivery boy to appear at the crime scene, right?

"A 3." Zhao Shaomei glanced at Su Can.

"Don't!" Su Can looked at the cards in his hand and said seriously.

Su Wenjing stood up and wanted to look at the cards in Su Can's hand: "A 3?" One 3 you don't want?

Su Can put the cards on the table and said lightly: "I don't want to..."

Su Wenjing took out the momentum.

Zhao Shaomei shook her head: "Don't."

"Four 7s, exploded!" Su Can threw out the card, turned his head to look at his sister, and asked, "Do you want it?"

"I... Elder brother! Grandma is a landlord, why are you frying me! "

I'm good." Su Can said of course.

"Okay!" Su Wen stared at Su Can deadly, seeing what kind of moth he was going to do.

"A 5." Su Can played his cards.

"A K... Wait, brother, grandma a 3 just now, why don't you come out with 5?

"I still have 3 5s in my hand, and grandma has a 3, can I dismantle the bomb?"

"Oh, okay! ... What the!!? You four 5s, so why do you hit one 5? "

Hmm... You guess?

"I guess you want to pit your sister's money!" I'm not playing! "

It has begun to be blatant and unabashed!

She lost more than three hundred yuan in one night, Su Can did not lose or win, and the money went to her grandmother's hands.

Zhao Shaomei persuaded: "Wen Jing, he is your brother, how can you say this about him... Come, let's continue to play, the decisive battle until dawn..." At

this time, Su Can yawned and said: "Grandma, I'm sleepy, let's come here today, right?" Wen Jing is about to cry if she loses again..."

"Don't play, don't play, I'll go and clean up your bed... Wen Jing, have you finished your homework? If you haven't finished writing, hurry up and write!

Zhao Shaomei went out with a smile, Su Wenjing ran to the door to take a look, came to Su Can, stretched out her hand, and said: "Money, and gifts!"

"Nope." Su Can put his hands in his pockets and walked outside.

Su Wenjing had long expected her brother's shamelessness, and said without hurry: "I picked up a letter at the door a few days ago, it was written by Sister Fang Shiyu..."

Su Can stopped, turned around and said, "What about the letter?"

Su Wenjing raised her head and looked at Su Can, and said with a smile: "Money, gifts, help me write my

homework, take me out tomorrow..." took out three hundred yuan, and took out a skeleton mold from his bag and placed it on the table, Su Can said: "You write the homework yourself, as for tomorrow, it is grandpa's festival..."

Su Wenjing thought for a while and said, "I'll write the homework myself, and you can add another two hundred yuan to me." "

Deal!"

Su Can took out another two hundred yuan and put it on the table, although Su Wenjing's personal assets exceeded ten billion, but her father stipulated that she could only use it when she was eighteen years old, and she could only feel the warmth of money by blackmailing Su Can.

"What about the letter?"

Su Wenjing fiddled with the skeleton mold on the table, my brother really didn't understand what girls liked, no wonder Sister Fang Shiyu revealed sorrow between the lines, but fortunately there was me....

"What about the letter?" Su Can asked again, Su Wenjing came back to her senses this time, "Put it under your pillow, brother, you hurry up, grandma is cleaning up the bed for you!"

Su Can turned around and left, came to the door, turned his head and asked, "You didn't peek, did you?"

"I'm a nine-year-old girl, so I don't care about my brother's love!"

Coming to the room, looking at a little envelope under the pillow, Su Can quickly stepped forward, "Grandma, I'll come, it's not early, you should also go to bed early!" "

Hmm." Zhao Shaomei stretched out her wrinkled hand, patted on the bed again, looked at her tall and thin grandson, she was so old for a moment, eighteen years old, about to go to college, remembering when Su He was eighteen years old, it seemed that she had just come out of Foxconn to screw and was interested in learning beauty and hairdressing.

Zhao Shaomei hesitated and walked out, as if she wanted to say something, hesitantly turned back frequently, and finally didn't say anything, walked out of the room, and closed the door.

In the cold courtyard, several big trees were bare, she looked at her granddaughter's room still lit, she wanted to recite a few words, took two steps and gave up, and walked to the room with her body.

Push open the door, there is a moldy smell, every winter it will always be like this, if Su Jianguo is still alive, she can still instruct him to take the quilt out to dry, instructed for a lifetime, now there is no chance.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, people can't even sleep when they are old, as if they feel that they can see more things, Su Can has grown up, Wen Jing is still young, Su He and the two are not in tune, the number of times they have come back in recent years is numbered, and the photos sent back are almost piled up.

I don't know how long it took, Zhao Shaomei opened her eyes and heard a knock on the door.

"Grandma, get up quickly, we have to go!"

Su Wenjing shouted outside, Zhao Shaomei sat up, put the photo in her arms on the table, turned her head and roared: "Dead girl, you don't study today, what is the ghost called early in the morning, hungry and go out to buy buns to eat!"

"Grandma, today is grandpa's festival, you come out quickly, my brother has already packed his things!"

Zhao Shaomei was stunned for a few seconds, looking at the photo on the table, when a person can no longer have it, the only thing that can be done is not to forget that two cloudy tears fell down the gully of her cheeks, wiped them with her sleeve, and said: "What to urge, your grandfather's tomb is there, and he won't run away!" "

......

In the cold weather, light rain fell from the sky, fluttering lightly on the umbrella, under the umbrella, a little girl jumped and stepped on the stones on the ground, and from time to time turned the handle of the umbrella, and the rain splashed and fell on the boy's face.

The young man held a large umbrella, led the old man forward slowly, and wanted to reprimand a few words, but the old man spoke first: "I won't come next year, it's rainy and rainy at this time every winter, the road is wet and slippery, stepping on a foot of mud, and you have to wash your shoes when you go back."

"Grandma, Grandpa is looking forward to us coming to see him this time of year!" Su Can glared at his sister, there are fewer and fewer people going to the grave, there is more grass on this road than in previous years, but there will always be some footprints, which will appear every year.

Zhao Shaomei paused for a moment, and said with a hard mouth: "Doesn't he know to go back to the Grand Theater to see us?" We have to come to see him, if there is a ghost, he himself does not know to float back?

Su Wenjing leaned over and analyzed: "Grandpa may be just a little ghost, dissatisfied with his cultivation, and he can't get out of the Dao Mansion... The ghost's path of cultivation is very cruel, grandpa is kind-hearted and unwilling to hurt other ghosts..." With

a "bang", Su Can landed on his sister's head with a finger flick, and said with a black face: "Don't talk nonsense!" "

Oops!" Su Wenjing glared at Su Can, ran to the side and hugged Zhao Shaomei's arm, and complained: "Grandma, my brother hit me on the head, my whole person is not good now, and the things taught by the teacher have all been beaten out..." Zhao

Shaomei looked at her granddaughter's small ghost's appearance, pointed to the ground, and said excitedly: "Pick it up, pick up your brain!" "

Er... Grandma, you're exaggerating too, aren't you? "