As always, the master looked at the trees so awkwardly that he didn’t answer respectfully, and the gentry shouted so sweetly that his face finally pulled.
The father, as always, does not follow his wife, and the mother hugs his daughter-in-law warmly and lightly, saying "coming"
The trees miss Qing’s enthusiasm very much. She wants to hug her as before. She must not be secretly complaining about joking.
However, there has always been a lot of talk, and there is no real intention to snub her. The atmosphere is a little harmonious, talking about critical topics and telling unknown stories. It is very tacit to avoid the trees from those days.
The gentry and gentry are still sitting on the sofa, and the old man is still looking serious. I don’t know what he is thinking. The gentry and gentry have been paying attention to the old man. Mommy told him that he is the boss and has the most powerful speech in the family, but he is a little childish. Let him coax him.
Seeing that he was fidgeting because he couldn’t talk, the gentry looked up and asked, "Grandpa, my mom bought a new chess set. Do you want to accompany you?"
-digression–
Excited, excited, come and watch, go home, admit it …
12 something happened.
His big eyes flickered like a small fan, and his eyelashes were wrapped in the dark pupil, reflecting his collapsed face.
He was suddenly touched by something in his heart. This little guy moved him for no reason, and he could not bear to dislike and blame him.
I am unwilling to hum "Do you know chess?"
"a little"
"How old are you?"
The gentry thought for a moment and held out two fingers "two years old"
"Really two years old?"
When his grandson was two years old, he was so clever that adults could be turned around by him, and he was also very tall. What if this little guy was two years old and his mind was higher than Sun’s?
Master doesn’t know what he’s thinking. "Let’s kill a plate."
An old man and a young man set a chessboard. Everyone found that the scene was warm and harmonious. It was touching that they all lowered their eyes for a moment. If only they were relatives and grandchildren, four generations of grandparents and grandchildren would live under the same roof and admire the immortal.
The first two games ended with the failure of the gentry, and the master was very happy to finally meet one who was not as good as one of his own.
The more energetic the gentry are, the more brave they are, and they are very talented to sum up experience in failure. The third game is even.
It was incredible that he won until the end. Why should he practice for a generation and make no progress? He is still ignorant of tactics. It is unfair for a child to make progress.
The master threw the chess "I’m tired."
After seven innings, he has at least maintained a situation of two draws and three wins. He is going to lose, and he can’t be charged with losing to a two-year-old child.
The gentry and gentry jumped from the stool to worship their eyes and said, "It’s still the old man who is powerful and willing to worship the wind."
The sound is sweet and soft as a breeze and drizzle. My master’s heart is crisp and I can’t help but praise, "You Macey Eva are really good at talking."
The gentry and gentry put on a serious expression and said, "Gentlemen and gentry are telling the truth. Grandpa, you are thirsty. Gentlemen and gentry pour you water." Then they climbed the stool and awkwardly picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea.
"Did your mother ask you to please my old man so that I could recognize you?"
The gentry is a little confused, not very white. The master said that he wanted to think about it. "Mommy said that the old man should be good to the old man if he is good to the gentry."
"Come here, come here." The master stopped him in his arms and picked a button from his collar with a red star printed on it.
"This is for you. This is the first red star I won in the war."
"Thank you, Grandpa." The gentry put away their things.
Section 142
"Gentlemen, right? Come here, an old lady. There are gifts here, too."
The gentry obediently went over and said, "I have a gift for grandma, too." He didn’t know where he had taken a flower to "give it to you."
"Well, good boy"
Everyone was knocked down by him, and he was very happy that he could integrate with his family.
Qing once again questioned himself, "This child really doesn’t look like a two-year-old mom, don’t you think?" Men who dump them can’t see that they have raised children, but women are not so easy to send children away. The younger they are, the bigger the age gap is.
The trees look a little pale. When I heard this, I looked at the gentleman who met him when he took him out yesterday. He was also two years old. It seems that he is a head shorter than him. This gap is indeed a bit big.