After the movie

Chapter 367 Grandpa and Grandma (Part [-])
The car was moving smoothly, and after about four to ten minutes, it entered the Longyin Villa of the older generation of retired people.

Accompanied by mountains and rivers, surrounded by green trees, the people who designed this place also incorporated the concept of a round sky and a round place into it.

When the car enters the villa, it looks very clean, but Wu Yuyu can feel that there are many people hidden in this dark place, which shows that the country attaches great importance to the people here.

The car stopped smoothly in front of a half-step in front of a courtyard. Xie Jifan got out of the car first, and then Wu Yumei got out of the car. Xie Jifan pointed to the top: "That's it."

As he spoke, he pulled Aimee Wu and walked up.

"Is my granddaughter here?" The old lady Qiao heard the sound of the car, and hurried out, followed by Old Qiao and a bunch of men and women of all sizes.

Aimee Wu originally thought that she would be calm when she saw Qiao's family, but when she actually saw Mrs. Qiao, her whole body felt excited.

"Are you Aimee?" The old lady Qiao asked cautiously, that kind of care seemed to be determining whether it was her own treasure. She looked at Aimi Wu with a trace of uneasiness in her eyes, as if she was waiting for something.

Aimee Wu smiled, she could see the pure expectation in her eyes, looking forward to the reunion of relatives.

"Hello, grandma." The crisp cry, with a strong softness, makes people feel a kind of breeze, and it turns out that it is not difficult to accept it.

"Okay." The old lady Qiao's eyes lit up, she came over and hugged Wu Yuyu: "My Aimee, my granddaughter." Tears fell down as she said, "It's all grandma's fault. I lost your mother. That’s why you were left outside from childhood.”

If you hear these words on a daily basis, everyone present will definitely laugh, but at this moment, in the ears of Aimee Wu, there is more of a faint sadness. After more than 40 years, the separation of flesh and blood, how much this is for a family miserable experience.

"Grandma, don't be sad, we are all fine now, look, we are back, don't you love us even more?" Wu Yuyu's words slipped away.

"That's right, mom, Aimee is back, and after a while, the younger sister will come back too, so you can give them all the love you have had in the past." Qiao Lisheng comforted him.

"What a grunt." The old lady was dissatisfied: "Is there anyone like you as an uncle? You are not afraid of being laughed at when you say this."

"Okay, okay, let's go into the room and talk." Qiao Lao's originally majestic face showed a hint of excitement.

"This is your grandfather." The old lady introduced to Wu Yuyu.

Auntie Wu smiled and stepped forward to support Mr. Qiao: "Hello, Grandpa."

"Okay." Qiao Lao's eyes lit up, and his spirit improved a lot in an instant: "Come on, let's go into the house and talk." He didn't let go of Aimu Wu, and walked into the house while saying that.

"Stinky old man, give me back my granddaughter." Mrs. Qiao yelled as she walked.

"Let's talk in the room." Qiao Lao said, but he didn't let go of his hand at all, and walked in with Wu Yuyu.

The furnishings in the house are very simple, but everything has its origins. The tables and chairs are all made of sandalwood, and there are shelves of the same type of sandalwood at the back. There is a picture of a fisherman fishing, but the whole house is decorated in an ancient style, but it is simple. From this point, it can be seen that the Qiao family should be regarded as a family of poetry and calligraphy.

(End of this chapter)