After entering Ning's house, Ning Qing went straight to the mother's room.

Pushing open the door of the room, grandma is sitting on the cashmere carpet playing with stones.

"Grandma..." Ning Qing yelled, but grandma didn't look up. Grandma was babbling nonsense, scratching her head like a child, as if she didn't know how to play with stones.

There was a servant in the room who was dedicated to serving the young lady. The servant said helplessly, "Miss, you are back. The old lady crawled to the back garden this morning to pick up a lot of stones and took them to the room to play. The carpet was cold. But the old lady insisted on sitting, and she would sit for the whole afternoon, and she wouldn't listen to anyone's persuasion."

Ning Qing nodded to show that she understood. She handed the cake to the servant, walked up to grandma, and knelt down.

She looked at the stones, and then stretched out her hand to separate the stones with spots and the stones without spots into two piles. There happened to be a grid on the cashmere carpet, and she placed a stone on the grid line.

Grandma was quickly attracted. She followed Ning Qing's example and also placed a stone.

After playing for a few steps, when the five speckled stones formed a line, Ning Qing smiled and said to grandma, "Grandma, this is called backgammon, grandma won."

"Win, win, good..." Grandma immediately beamed with joy, she grabbed all the stones into her palm, and wanted to play again, but she suddenly thought of a question, "Little girl, who are you?"

Ning Qing tilted her head, winked pitifully at grandma, she pouted and said coquettishly, "Grandma, I'm Qingqing, you don't even know Qingqing anymore."

"Qingqing?" Grandma repeated a few words. She really didn't remember Ning Qing, but looking at the little girl's aggrieved eyes, she tried her best to recall. After thinking for a minute, she suddenly realized, her eyes lit up and said, "Oh, It turned out to be baby Qingqing, Qingqing, grandma hugs you."

Grandma stood up and opened her arms, Ning Qing smiled and threw herself into the embrace of ***.

***It's nice to have the same warmth in my arms as my mother's.

The two hugged for a while, and grandma took Ning Qing's little hand, and brought her to a milky white piano, "Qingqing plays the piano for grandma."

In the past, grandma liked to listen to her play the piano the most. She played this piano since she was a child, but she didn't expect it to be moved to the *** room now.

Ning Qing sat down, played a few tunes on the black and white keys with her slender hands, turned her head and said to grandma, "Grandma, Qingqing play a little star."

"Okay, okay." Grandma danced happily like a child. When the familiar brisk melody sounded, grandma took the servant's hand, clapped together, and sang along with Ning Qing's sweet voice---

twinkle Twinkle Little Star

The sky is full of little stars……

When Xu Junxi came upstairs to see grandma, he saw this scene through the half-closed door. Ning Qing was wearing a white dress today, covered with a water-blue knitted cardigan, and the relaxed and cheerful melody came from between her slender fingers. Slipping away, half of her little face bathed in the gorgeous dusk has pink peach blossoms, and her delicate ink-painted brows look forward to and fro.

Slowly letting go of the big palm on the doorknob, he put his hands in his trouser pockets and leaned lazily against the door.

If Ning Yao's voice is like a yellow warbler, then her voice has the sweetness and gentleness of a Jiangnan girl. When she sings, when she used to call him "Junxi", she is soft and soft, not pretentious or artificial, comfortable and pleasant to the ear.

It's a pity that she has changed, she is no longer the innocent and beautiful girl she used to be, she has become selfish, bitter and mean, and even more dirty when she enters the entertainment circle.

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