Old Chinese medicine and small vendors

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the temperature dropped sharply, and the courtyard was covered with dead leaves.

Wuzui seems to be broken in love recently, squatting under the small tree by the pool from time to time, looking up at the leaves fluttering and falling, and moaning twice.

Then he looked back at Grandma again.

Grandma smiled at it, called its name twice, and continued to knit scarves with her head bowed, still two dark blue couple scarves.

"What's the matter with Wuzui?" Ying Yanyu hugged his little notebook, lifted a bench and sat beside Granny.

"I don't know, maybe it's delicious. I'll knit it for you quickly, and then I'll make a small dress for it."

"Don't worry, winter is still early."

"Yeah, yeah, it's still early," Grandma Zeng laughed more and more recently, the only sharpness in her eyes faded, filled with love, "Cheng Cheng hasn't come back yet?"

Ying Yanyu wrote a meal...Wen Cheng had just left for 5 minutes.

He glanced at Grandma, and continued to write as if he hadn't noticed anything, and said in a gentle voice: "Chengcheng will be back soon, the small pharmacy just opened, and it's very busy."

Grandma Zeng laughed again: "Our Xiaoyu is really promising."

Ying Yanyu raised the pen in his hand: "That's right, I love my wife the most."

It's rare that the rent of a store on Gaodong Street is not expensive. After Ying Yan Yu received his first draft fee in his life, he quietly set up a store without hesitation.

Just like his original plan, he set up a small pharmacy for Wen Cheng.

Two days ago, after Wen Cheng's birthday, he gave away the keys and pushed open the small shop that he took care of carefully by himself.

"I miss Chengcheng." Ying Yanyu looked at the first draft in the notebook, a little distracted.

Grandma glanced at him: "I walked for 5 minutes just now, and I have to come back at noon to cook for us."

"..." Ying Yanyu could never figure out when Grandma was confused and when she was sober again.

"Xiaoyu, have you ever been home?" Grandma Zeng asked him without looking.

Ying Yanyu immediately replied: "Aren't I always at home?"

After he finished speaking, he realized that he had another home.

"No, according to Hu San, my mother is still divorced, and she even talked about a boyfriend a while ago."

"That's good." Grandma Zeng took off the knitting needle and wrapped the scarf around his neck, comparing it, it was quite suitable.

"Is this mine?" Ying Yan Yu grabbed two handfuls out of curiosity.

"Your ones, orange ones are also ready, only the little clothes with black mouths left." Grandma leaned on the edge of the chair and got up, "Oh, my legs are numb, I went to sweep the fallen leaves at the door."

The elderly are very particular, and the most taboo is to pile up dirty things at the door of the house, and they must be clean and tidy at all times.

Ying Yanyu didn't bother to grab the work, and watched the grandma take the broom and go down, then lowered her head and began to compose and draw lines. This painting lasted for three hours.

When he looked up again, his eyes were dazzled, and Wen Cheng also came back.

"Grandma? Why are you sitting at the door?" Wen Cheng frowned in two vertical folds.

Grandma Zeng seemed to be leaning against the wall and lost her mind. Wen Cheng called out several times before she stood up tremblingly.

"Grandma, I'll help you up." Seeing Ying Yanyu, Wen Cheng was a little annoyed, "What are you doing! Let Grandma sit outside alone!"

"I paint...too devoted." Ying Yanyu explained stutteringly, and then looked at Granny guiltily.

"Oh, what a big deal. I don't have to think about my life. Are you youngsters allowed to 'be alone'? I also have something on my mind." Grandma complained.

Wen Cheng helped her to the rocking chair and sat down, glared at Ying Yan Yu again, then turned and went to the kitchen to cook.

Ying Yanyu wanted to help, but was stopped by Granny again.

"Want tea, grandma?"

"Let's go clubbing later." Grandma Zeng patted the child's head, and there seemed to be a lot of things hidden in her plain eyes. "Someone might find this place in the future. If you can't handle anything, just go to Grandma Wen."

Ying Yanyu's heart twitched, and his smile was a little awkward: "How do you say this?"

"Just say what comes to mind." Grandma shook the chair, took out an old sweater and gave Wu Zui clothes for Cheng Xiaoshang, "I...have a bad life in my life."

Hearing this, Ying Yanyu suddenly restrained his casualness, his face was deep, and he frowned again.

"You guessed something." Grandma Zeng said lightly, "My concubine, I used to make a name for myself outside. I acted as his assistant and mistress, and I did a lot of crimes. Finally, leave me a word."

"My wife is having a baby and I'm going home to take care of them."

When Grandma Zeng said this, she smiled happily.

"It's great to be his wife. The bloody storm was kept out, and he only went back with a gentle heart."

Ying Yanyu didn't understand why Grandma suddenly mentioned this, he just listened silently, the unique tastes of life in that era, now no one can understand the ups and downs.

"He's gone, the mess is all mine, and I haven't complained about it. It's always been the same, whether good or bad he gives me, I keep it."

"I don't regret it, it's time to love love, it's time to bear with it, and it's time to be frivolous and turn him upside down until he dies."

After Grandma Zeng finished speaking, she seemed a little tired, and asked Ying Yanyu to pour a cup of tea.

As soon as Ying Yanyu got up, she heard her grandma say behind her: "But in the end, I found that the ordinary is the truth. What I miss the most is the days when I worked hard with him."

"You guys are doing well, so Grandma will be at ease in her heart."

Ying Yanyu poured out the tea, only to find that Wen Cheng was wearing an apron, squatting beside Grandma, talking softly.

"Chengcheng? I'll pour it for grandma..." Ying Yanyu saw Wen Cheng turn around, tears in his eyes.

There was a click.

My heart is half numb.

"Come here." Wen Cheng waved, and two lines of tears rolled down in the blink of an eye.

Ying Yanyu panicked immediately, his limbs were numb, he couldn't even hold the teacup steadily, he fell to the ground with a "slap", which made him jump, and hurriedly looked at Grandma again, worried that he would disturb her.

"Don't pick it up." Wen Cheng was afraid that he would scratch his hand, so he pulled it twice without pulling, "Ying Yanyu! Don't pick it up!"

"You let me pick it up! Grandma wants to drink tea...how can I," he choked up, "how can I be so clumsy."

"It's okay, it's okay." Wen Cheng couldn't move, he could only hug him.

Ying Yanyu buried her head in his shoulder, shaking all over.

"Wow, woof, woof!" Wuzui suddenly called out, interspersed with a low groan.

People say that animals have been raised for a long time and have spirituality. Perhaps it was the first to notice something was wrong, so these geniuses stayed by Grandma's side every step of the way.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I'm sorry, it's all my fault...Grandma is obviously wrong, she is sick, she is sick...I didn't pay attention, it was me..." Ying Yanyu cried until he couldn't breathe.

"Fool, grandma is not good, don't I know?" Wen Cheng was hugged so painfully, but he didn't let go, the corners of his eyes kept trembling, "Grandma has always been in good health, but the time limit has come... "

Ying Yanyu cried for a while, then stopped abruptly, took a deep breath, then put his arms around Wen Cheng, patted his head, and gently pressed the back of his neck until he relaxed.

"Chengcheng, don't be afraid, my time limit is very long, very long..."

......

In the end, Wuzui's little clothes couldn't be put on, even though Grandma was in a hurry, she didn't have time to do it well.

But Wuzui didn't mind either. He dragged the little sweater into the kennel and slept every day. In the morning, he dragged the sweater to the yard and sat with him.

Sometimes it takes a day to sit.

When it snowed, it was still sitting stupidly. Occasionally, snowflakes would get on the tip of its nose, and it would look back quickly, staring at the empty chair, then drooped its ears and continued to look up.

"Wuzui," Wen Cheng wiped off the snow on its body with a towel, "come in."

"Wow?" He jumped up and bowed to Wen Cheng.

Wen Cheng patted the dog's head with a smile, and turned to face the rocking chair habitually: "Grandma, Wuzui..." The voice stuck in her throat and disappeared quickly.

"Orange!" At this time, Ying Yanyu came back, wearing a fluffy scarf and a big bag in his hand, "The editor gave me a box of cloud legs! There is also Pu'er tea, grandma likes it... ..”

He quickly stopped talking, but found that Wen Cheng's eyes were red, so he put the things away, and went to hug him full of air-conditioning.

"...I can't get used to it, it's too difficult." Wen Cheng still cooks meals for three people this month, makes a cup of Pu'er tea before going out, and takes an extra sword during morning exercises ...I will prepare an extra red envelope before the Chinese New Year.

"I still want to, at least, be able to pass this year... Let's wish her a New Year together... call her grandma..."

His understanding of home was first given by this old man who met by chance.

If at this moment, Ying Yan Yu was not by his side, he would never have imagined it.

"You don't need to get used to it, it's good like this, she will protect us." Ying Yanyu hugged Wen Cheng until his body was warm, then took him upstairs, and after he fell asleep, he went to the courtyard to look for her. Black mouth.

"Woof?" Wu Zui didn't seem to understand his going back and forth.

Ying Yanyu stretched out his frozen hands, and laid the dog's head on his back.

In the past six months, he has grown taller again, and his face has also grown, which is deep and clear, with a tranquility that is rarely seen in ordinary people.

"Be good, if you behave like this, Chengcheng will be sad. You are too old, don't make such a fuss."

"Wang."

"Well, I miss Grandma too, but you still have to stay with us, Chengcheng and I love you."

Wu Zui crossed his front legs, lay down on his stomach, looked up at him with his big eyes for a while, and finally fell asleep obediently as if agreeing.

Ying Yanyu guarded it for another half an hour before going back with his numb legs.

When he went to bed, he found that Wen Cheng had covered his head with the quilt. Afraid that he would be suffocated, he carefully pulled it down, and then saw a human face illuminated by the screen of the mobile phone.

"..."

"..."

Ying Yanyu squinted his eyes, and before Wen Cheng could react, he grabbed the phone and glanced at the page——

"Orange Papa's Little Tadpole" extra episode

Comments on the first page

[Tadpole powder group leader of one group, two groups and three groups]: Sofa~(≧▽≦)/~

[Tadpole powder group leader of one group, two groups and three groups]: Bench~(≧▽≦)/~

[Tadpole powder group leader of one group, two groups and three groups]: This issue is also super cute!

"..." Ying Yanyu seldom blushed, but when she thought about Wen Cheng not forgetting to leave him a message when she was sad, she felt shy and shy, especially when the ID looked familiar.... ..Why is it so familiar?

"Cough." Wen Cheng silently buried her face in the pillow.

"Wait! This person is you! It turned out to be you!!!" Ying Yanyu was shocked and stunned. He never thought that his number one brain fan was Wen Cheng? !

I fuck.

What a shocking secret this is.

"Aren't you quite disgusted?" Ying Yanyu got into the quilt, feeling warm in his heart, even his cold hands and feet were hooked by Wen Cheng to cover them.

Wen Cheng originally knew that when he drew the daily life of the two of them, he still had some resistance, claiming that he would never read it, but he didn't expect that in a blink of an eye... he watched it with great interest, and quietly formed a group.

"Wow, hahaha." The more Ying Yanyu thought about it, the happier he was, he laughed for half the night, and finally was slapped silently by Wen Cheng.