Good looks are amazing

Today is August [-]th, a traditional festival. Qiao Luyuan is alone here, while the Zhanchi family over there is enjoying the "love" brought by his family.

At 11:30, as soon as Zhanchi's family set up the dishes, the three old people went home talking and laughing, holding in their hands a pair of words that Grandpa Zhan had just written.

The three old men had just entered the door, before changing their shoes, when they saw Zhanchi's family coming out of the kitchen with a spoon.

Like Zhan Leqi and Zhan Lexin, at the first moment when I saw it, I really couldn't believe it. The well-dressed person in front of me with jade and golden appearance was my grandson.

"Hi, dear grandpa, grandpa, grandma, your most handsome grandson is back. Needless to say, if you miss him, give me a warm hug." The Zhanchi family supported the table with one hand, He waved to the three people outside the door.

After not seeing him for so long, the three of them subconsciously wanted to walk up to him and take a good look.But by his words, he returned to the prototype. Although the image is good, it is still out of tune.

Grandpa snorted, turned his face away, and complained, "You know you're coming back, I thought you didn't have this family in your heart."

"How can I, I can't live without this family without anyone," said Zhanchi's family, took the handwriting from grandpa, opened it, and boasted, "Wow, grandpa, your handwriting is really good."

Zhan Leqi leaned in front of Zhanchi's family, looked at the words on the rice paper, and said with a smile, "Brother, do you understand? Then read it out and listen."

"Uh, so what, art is meant to be incomprehensible to people, and with my brain, it must be incomprehensible. Grandpa, what are these things?"

"Su Shi's water melody song head." Grandpa Zhan said as he walked to the toilet and sat down at the dining table after washing his hands.

Although Zhanchi's family is a gangster, they still know such famous poems, and this poem is the most suitable for Mid-Autumn Festival.How beautiful this word is, let grandpa write a few words for Qiao Luyuan when the time comes.

Seeing that the elders were all finished, Zhanchi's family put away the painting, and he, who had missed the food at home for a long time, sat down immediately and couldn't wait to eat with chopsticks.

It was rare for Zhanchi's family to go home, and the few people tacitly did not mention his past affairs. It was around the Mid-Autumn Festival, no matter what he came back for, after all, it was home. A family reunion was better than anything else.

Besides, I heard Zhan's father and Zhan's mother say that Zhanchi's family has a serious job now, so they can be regarded as letting go of all their thoughts. The family enjoys harmony, which is more important than anything else.

After so many years, Grandpa Zhan and Grandma Zhan have also seen it through. As for Zhanchi's family, as long as he is safe and sound.As for whether he will be promising, I don't ask for it.

But grandpa didn't think so. After all, he watched him grow up, holding the chopsticks in his hand without moving, frowning at Zhanchi's house, not in the mood to eat.

The Zhanchi family didn't think there was anything wrong, they were still eating Haisai, but it was Zhan's mother who first discovered something was wrong with his father, "Dad, why don't you eat it? The food doesn't suit your taste?" on the grandfather.

Grandpa shook his head, put down his chopsticks, and looked at Zhanchi's family seriously, "Xiaojia, let me ask you, did you commit any crime outside and came back to seek refuge?"

Zhanchi's family sighed, if not to say that he and Zhan's mother are father and daughter, this way of thinking is simply copying and pasting.Reluctantly glanced at his mother, it was obvious that he was asking for help.