Chapter 504 Learn to Adapt

Mu Chen lightly touched the window with his fingertips, looked at Ye Sang who was squatting on the ground and refused to leave, his eyes were slightly astringent, and he murmured, "Little bastard..."

This is not going.

It is also strange to say.

The first time I met him, I found it annoying. Apart from being annoying, I was irritable. After all, for a person like him whose personality and temper can't be called good, a child like a creature is equivalent to trouble.

Mu Chen closed the curtain expressionlessly, and the knuckles holding the curtain were slightly white. Even though he couldn't hear any movement in the room, when the curtain was completely closed and no one could be seen, he slightly pulled the corners of his lips. , I just feel that every time I breathe, my heart hurts badly.

Are you willing?

Of course I can't bear it.

...

Ye Sang threw herself into her mother's arms, sobbing and crying enough, and gradually she became tired, hiccupped, and curled up in Ye Si's arms for a sense of security, and quietly stopped talking.

When he left, his clear eyes kept glancing at the door, seeing that they didn't respond, tears welled up.

Ye Si quickly patted her on the back, and coaxed her softly, "Be good, let's ignore them, okay?"

"Mom loves you."

The woman's voice was gentle and soft, with a sweet fragrance on her body, the little girl's mood was instantly healed, she wiped her tears, hiccupped, and swallowed her crying.

Crying children get candy.

But the premise is that there are people who feel distressed.

Ye Sang buried her head in her mother's arms without saying a word. Knowing that it was useless, she stopped crying after she got tired of crying.

Gradually fell asleep, and kept crying and belching aggrievedly during the period.

Seeing Ye Si was distressed and funny.

...

What is Ye Sang's hometown like?

Isolated from the world, a paradise.

The ages in each time and space are different, like the world where her father lives, many things are new things she has never seen before, while the place where Ye Sang lives is like the ancient times shown in TV dramas, with white walls and black tiles, huge The duplex old house, there are teachers who taught in ancient times, and there are children who go to school.

She lives in a duplex courtyard with her grandparents.

In the small yard that is like spring all the year round, the old people always like to hold a fan, shake it lazily and bask in the sun outside.

"This is the mulberry tree~" The child raised his head and pointed to the snow-white pear tree, his eyes lit up, his big eyes fluttered, full of nostalgia.

When I was a child, my grandfather sat in the yard basking in the sun, and Ye Sang, who had just learned to walk, wobbled and always liked to sit under a big tree and play by himself.

Ye Si came back to her senses. After seeing the familiar scene, her expression was inevitably in a daze for a moment. She knelt down and finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her daughter was willing to speak.

"Really?" She patted the other person's head and said with a smile, "Sangsang is going to show mother around where you live?"

The little girl hadn't said a word since she came back, and Ye Si was so scared that she almost thought that something was wrong.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

Ye Sang held her mother by the corner of her clothes, clenched her little hands for a while and nodded slowly.

When she got home, she found that she didn't seem as happy as she imagined.

Ye Si was worried that she was thinking wildly, so she raised her head and rubbed her little head lightly, and said softly, "I didn't have time to get the suitcase. Before I left, your father packed things for you."

She pointed to the inside of the room, "I've left your room, can we take a look at it tonight?"

The little guy is very obedient at the moment, nodding his head and following his mother step by step, to say hello to the grandpas.

In the eyes of the children, the day-to-day life here is the teachings of the grandpas, playing with the little friends in the school, and being reprimanded by the master from time to time.

Simple and boring.

Before coming to that strange world, Ye Sang never knew how boring her life was. She liked being with her mother and grandpa very much.

However, at the moment, he was not happy at all.

It's been a long time since I said it.

Ye Sang strode forward and ran over, wearing a light-colored skirt with dangling tassels around her waist, she called out in a milky voice, "Grandpa."

"Eh."

The white-haired and childlike old man woke up with a jolt in an instant. He got up from the rocking chair, turned his head and immediately saw the little guy's rounded face.

"Sangsang?"

Old Master Mu's voice trembled, and he asked uncertainly, "Xiao Sangsang?"

The clothes worn by the old gentleman in front of him are similar to those of the Republic of China, and he has a refined and easy-going atmosphere.

Ye Si had a little impression of him.

An old man who taught calligraphy to his daughter.

Speaking of it, she must be lying if she said she didn't admire these old men.

Even when she was helping the children with their homework, she couldn't help but blow their hair. As a result, this group of people were able to resist the urge to hit others. It's really admirable perseverance.

"Grandpa..." She buried her little head in Mr. Mu's arms, sucked her nose, and a crying voice came out.

The appearance of being about to cry in the next second of being wronged really scared Mr. Mu too much.

He threw away his fan in agitation, quickly reached out to wipe his granddaughter's tears, and glanced at Ye Si with puzzled eyes, as if asking: What's wrong?

Ye Si pursed her lips, and explained in a low voice: "Didn't you say that I can bring Sangsang back?"

"I brought it back."

"As a result, Sangsang has feelings for her cheap fathers."

Shouldn't you be sad right now?

Regarding Ye Si's explanation, Mr. Mu suddenly realized, but he didn't feel at ease.

Ye Sang was whom they had grown up with.

Everything she does is a three-minute passion, and she is used to being heartless, not to mention that the little guy has a great forgetfulness, he liked this a few days ago, and changed again in two days.

Therefore, Mr. Mu touched her little head, wiped the tears from the corners of the little girl's eyes with his rough hands, and said lovingly: "Okay. Grandpa will take you to school to play?"

He paused, thinking that his granddaughter would be away for almost a year, so he just took the children to familiarize himself with the environment.

Children.

Forgetful.

After changing to a fresh environment, who still remembers who those cheap fathers are.

With the idea of ​​distracting the children's attention, Mr. Mu took Ye Sang's soft little hand and walked towards the school.

The school here is different from the kindergarten, and the things they learn are different.

The grandfathers are in charge of teaching the students here, and Ye Sang, who is a relational householder here, is often glared at by her own grandfather in class.

She moved a step closer to Mr. Mu's side, but did not make a sound.

Ye Sang has four grandfathers in total, and his real grandfather's name is Ye Lin.

Because of their good relationship and having no children, the other four grandfathers always regarded Ye Sang as their own granddaughter.

Today's lesson was taught by her own grandfather, who obviously didn't see her.

The first class was teaching shooting.

The target was placed in front, and the few friends who were training outside were all older than her, in their teens, all of them looked at the target with sullen faces, with serious expressions.

Ye Sang shook her head, not wanting to think about her father.

Can only concentrate on watching them shoot.