On the way back, Jiang Songhai was silent for a long time, and Jiang Xiao did not speak. She has said too much in Yao Zhishu's family, and she is a little tired.

People in the mountain village go to bed early. Before 8:30 to 9:00, most people's lights have been turned off. At this time, there was no access light in the village. Every household had a flashlight, and they brought it out.

Jiang Songhai carries Jiang Xiao on her back, and she lights with a flashlight.

Many alleys in the village have not been paved with cement. They are gravel roads and dirt roads. Fortunately, there is no rain. Otherwise, it is very muddy and the roads at night are very difficult to walk.

The wind is very cold, but it makes Jiang Xiao's dizzy brain clear.

Ge LiuTao is waiting for them with the gate open.

"Why have you been there so long? Is Yao Zhishu angry? " Seeing his grandparents and grandchildren back, GE LiuTao was relieved at first, and then raised his heart.

Jiang Xiao insists on going to the Secretary's home, but she is worried.

"It's cold outside. Let's go in." Jiang Songhai carried Jiang Xiao back into the house, GE LiuTao quickly locked the door of the courtyard, entered the main room, and closed the door of the main room again.

Jiang Xiao is not used to the dim light bulb. However, looking at her grandparents sitting in front of her, she is very grateful and can live a whole life again.

Ge LiuTao poured two cups of hot water for the grandparents and grandsons. After drinking the water, they felt their bodies were warmer, and they took a light breath.

Before Ge LiuTao asked Yao Zhishu whether he was angry, Jiang Songhai had already looked at Jiang Xiao, with a dignified expression, "Xiao, tell my grandfather, when did you learn to draw?"

This question really smothered him.

When Jiang Xiao drew the teacup, he tried hard to suppress his shock.

Jiang Xiao was brought up by their husband and wife. They never knew she had this skill!

The art teacher of Siyang village primary school, Jiang Songhai, knew him, but he had studied with an educated youth who had gone to the countryside for half a year. He could teach the children in the village some basic skills. What he drew himself was not as good as Jiang Xiao.

Therefore, to say that Jiang Xiao learned from him, Jiang Songhai did not believe it.

To expose his ability to draw, Jiang Xiao made a temporary decision when he saw Yao Zhishu preparing to decorate the old wall. But she doesn't regret it. When she gets well, she must often draw. How can she hide it from her grandparents.

On the way back, she had already figured out how to answer this question. Moreover, she also wanted to take the opportunity to ask one thing: where did my grandfather get that magic pen.

She didn't know about it until she died. The reason why Deng Qingjiang coaxed her out of the village was because he guessed that she had a baby.

She must make sure that she can be prepared when Deng Qingjiang comes back.

Jiang Xiao put down the cup and asked Jiang Songhai, "grandfather, do you remember the pen you gave me when I was a child?"

Jiang Songhai was stunned for a moment, then his eyes were a little suspicious.

"Didn't you say you lost that pen?"

Jiang Xiao shook his head and said, "it was lost at first, but it was found later."

"Do you know how to draw? It has something to do with that pen?" Jiang Songhai lowered his voice.

Jiang Xiao has long decided that in this life, no one will tell the existence of that pen, including grandparents. Otherwise, they will only worry about her.

"It doesn't matter. Grandparents, do you remember Uncle min? "

"You mean doctor min?"

Jiang Xiao nodded, "it's him."

Speaking of this doctor min, he has some friendship with Jiang Songhai, but he is not familiar with him. Moreover, he has not appeared for many years. Jiang Songhai and Ge LiuTao don't know why, but Jiang Xiao knows that doctor Min has died of illness.

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