When the story is told in three worlds, the worlds merge

Jiang Zhao was stunned when he heard the number one younger brother mentioned his grandfather whom he had never heard of.

Previously, the memories she had of the heroine were all related to the plot. Other than that, it was blank.

in short.

There is no memory of the past, and the future is also being carefully calculated.

Like a passerby.

"System, can you import the memory of the heroine and her grandfather for me?" Jiang Zhao asked.

In an instant, a memory about Ding Sheng was introduced into his mind.

His head felt dizzy and Jiang Zhao couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows.

Ding Sheng asked with concern, "Sister Zhao? Are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Zhao came back to his senses, waved his hand and smiled, "No, I just suddenly remembered something."

Ding Sheng breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "So when are we going to visit Grandpa?"

"Wait a moment, I'll take a break first."

Seeing this, Ding Sheng hurriedly stood up and said goodbye, "Okay, you have a good rest, I won't disturb you."

The door was gently closed.

Jiang Zhao relaxed and rubbed his head. "System, you really have the original owner's memories? If so, why didn't you give me all of them before, and let me cross the river blindly?"

"Host," the system explained, "the system can only transmit memories related to the plot to you. The rest must be triggered by the host himself."

Jiang Zhao:?

"trigger?"

She was confused. "What this means is that I have to meet someone the heroine knows but has nothing to do with the plot, in order to passively trigger my memory and unlock related memories?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Jiang Zhao said angrily, "I thought I couldn't get these memories, so I decided to avoid contact with other characters except those related to the plot, so as not to reveal my true identity."

"Host, you didn't ask."

The system said calmly.

It is a system, how can it proactively provide things that have nothing to do with the plot to the host?

Jiang Zhao was angry, "You are so cunning."

After complaining to the system, Jiang Zhao went out and found Ding Sheng in his office.

"Young man."

The person inside was sitting behind a desk, frowning as he handled official business.

Jiang Zhao looked at him for a while.

Ding Sheng is only in his twenties, younger than the original owner Jiang Zhao.

He has a handsome appearance, a gentle temperament, and is always smiling. Outsiders feel close to him when they see him.

It's easy to let down your guard when you're with him.

Jiang Zhao thought that the original heroine was quite capable. She found such a talented person to be her younger brother and made him do everything he shouldn't do.

After all, who would have thought that this man with a gentle and kind smile actually led a group of gangsters behind the scenes?

When Ding Sheng saw her, his eyes lit up and he quickly stood up, "Sister Zhao, have you rested well?"

"Ah."

"Let's go." Jiang Zhao left first.

In the car, Mr. Ding was driving.

Jiang Zhao was in the passenger seat and asked with concern, "Is Grandpa feeling better recently?"

"That's it." He said calmly.

Jiang Zhao glanced at him. He had an indifferent expression and didn't seem to care about this grandfather.

but……

Jiang Zhao learned from his previous related memories that Ding Sheng was not as indifferent as he appeared to be. On the contrary, he attached great importance to his grandfather.

Ding Sheng is an orphan. He was abandoned next to a trash can when he was a child. It was snowing heavily and he almost froze to death.

His grandfather was a scavenger who made a living by picking up garbage. When he saw him, the baby had been frozen blue and almost died.

The old man couldn't bear it and took him back "home".

The so-called home is just a few pieces of iron sheets, which can only shelter you from the wind and rain. It is the kind that cannot shelter you from the rain if it rains harder.

Jiang Zhao thought, this is another poor person.

She has met many poor people.

The car turned several turns and finally arrived at a remote and crowded residential building.

"Xiaosheng, Zhaozhao."

When you open the door, you see a small living room that you can see the end of, and two small bedrooms.

Grandpa Ding sits in a wheelchair, his hair is gray, and his weathered face is covered with wrinkles, each and every one of which is a mark carved by the years.

"Zhao Zhao, you haven't been here for a long time. Are you very busy recently? Are you tired?"

The old man is concerned.

Jiang Zhao could feel his kindness and his genuine concern.

Her heart warmed, "Grandpa, I graduated and started working. I have a lot of things to do, so I don't have time to come here. I'm a little busy and a little tired."

Grandpa smiled and wrinkled his eyes. "Good, good, it's good to have a job. I can earn money and spend it. I will live a good life in the future."

"It's okay to be tired, just keep going and it will pass."

Jiang Zhao started chatting with him.

After saying hello to his grandfather, Ding Sheng carried the food to the kitchen. In Jiang Zhao's memory, cooking was Ding Sheng's job.

She is really capable of both being a lady in the living room and a cook in the kitchen.

A good husband and a good father.

It's just that he has a bunch of thugs under his command, which is scary.

The three of them had a meal together. Before saying goodbye, Grandpa Ding said to Jiang Zhao, "I want to talk to you for a few words. Zhao Zhao, wait a moment."

Jiang Zhao nodded.

Then he went downstairs and returned to the car.

Upstairs, Ding Sheng looked at his grandfather in the wheelchair, puzzled, "Grandpa, is there anything you can't let Sister Zhao hear?"

"Sister Zhao is my savior, I shouldn't hide anything from her."

Grandpa Ding shook his head and said, "Xiaosheng, I heard something recently..."

Ding Sheng looked up.

Grandpa Ding didn't look at him. "Someone told me that you are working for Zhao Zhao and you are doing something bad."

"Grandpa, don't let your imagination run wild." Ding Sheng's expression remained unchanged.

It's hard to tell the truth from the falsehood in his words.

"I'm old, and I'm going to die soon." Grandpa Ding sighed, "I know Zhao Zhao is good to us. I also know that we should be grateful and repay kindness."

However, things in this world are based on cause and effect.

He values ​​them and doesn't want them to be despised by everyone one day.

Ding Sheng frowned, "Grandpa, you trust others, but not me and Sister Zhao?"

Grandpa Ding shook his head. Seeing that he didn't admit it, he sighed softly, "Xiaosheng, don't hurt innocent people."

"Grandpa, you think too much." Ding Sheng said lightly.

The two looked at each other quietly, and finally, Grandpa Ding was defeated.

When Ding Sheng turned around to open the door and was about to leave, an old voice sounded behind him, "You are my granddaughter. Zhao Zhao is a good person, and she is also good to an old widower like me. I treat Zhao Zhao as my own granddaughter. If anything happens to any of you, I, an old man, will be in great pain."

Ding Sheng held the door, a myriad of emotions flashing across his eyes. After a while, he turned back and spoke with a soothing tone, "Grandpa, don't think too much, we are all fine."

Hearing the soft sound of the door closing, Grandpa Ding looked up at the sky and sighed deeply.

He had no children, no relatives or friends in his life, and was lonely all his life. He really didn't want anything to happen to his only two grandchildren.

Otherwise, even in hell, he will not be able to rest in peace.

downstairs.

Jiang Zhao looked at the man who got into the car in confusion, "What did grandpa tell you? That expression."

He didn't reveal anything, but Jiang Zhao subconsciously felt that he had something on his mind.

Ding Sheng did not hide it from her and quietly repeated the conversation he had just had with his grandfather.

Jiang Zhao paused, his face calm, his voice light, "He knows."

Ding Sheng looked into the distance and said, "Yeah."

Jiang Zhao glanced at Ding Sheng. He had his hands on the steering wheel and was looking straight ahead. His voice was firm, "Sister Zhao, I will not leave your side because of this. If it weren't for you, my grandfather and I would have died long ago. You gave us this life, and it's worth it for me to give it back to you in the end."

More than a decade ago, when he was only four or five years old, he followed his grandfather out to pick up trash every day. Most people felt sympathy for him because of his age and would give him more empty bottles and empty cartons.

But I didn't expect to be envied because of this.

Later, he went out with his grandfather one time and met a group of hooligans. They believed that the area was their territory and others were not allowed to pick up the trash.

The grandfather was afraid of angering them, so he apologized repeatedly and was about to leave with him, but the gangsters wouldn't let them go.

He even blocked them and said, "You came to my territory and you want to leave without leaving some money. Do you think I'm dead?"

They stole all the money they had and beat the grandfather and grandson until they were bleeding.

The kind that beats you to death.