Cultivation through the farm gate

Murong Hao who just came in saw this, hurried over to hold his hands, and shouted with red eyes, "Grandpa."

Murong Yue walked over, seeing such a scene, tears welled up in her eyes.

He yelled softly, "Grandpa."

Then he said to Murong Qi who was at the side: "Xiao Qi, quickly call Grandpa."

Murong Qi looked at the old man in front of him curiously, thinking, so this is grandpa!

She obediently shouted: "Hello, Grandpa."

**Hong nodded in a hurry, and said with tears in his eyes: "Hey! Hey, good good."

I was so excited that I even said a few good words.

"Brother, quickly help Grandpa sit down!" Murong Yue said worriedly when she saw the old man's legs were shaking, as if he might fall down at any time.

"Yeah!" Murong Hao was only interested in being happy, and he forgot that his grandfather is not in good health now, and he blamed him for not coming to see him for so long. If it wasn't for the housewarming wine this time, he probably wouldn't know that his grandfather's house was out. So many things!

After the old man sat down, the three brothers and sisters also greeted Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Lu.

Mrs. Sun brought two stools from inside.

"Xiaohao, Xiaoyue quickly take my brother to sit down."

Murong Yue glanced at the somewhat tired Sun.

He smiled and replied, "Thank you, Auntie."

Then he took the stool in her hand, placed it on **Hong's right hand side and sat down.

And Murong Hao also thanked Mrs. Sun, and put the stool on the other side.

"Grandpa, why did your body become like this?" Murong Hao felt a little uncomfortable, remembering that his grandfather often sat on his shoulders in the past. At that time, his grandfather was so tough, he didn't want to...

"Grandpa is old, so his body is naturally useless."

**Hong looked at the three brothers and sisters, and said with relief: "You have all grown up."

Both brothers and sisters were in a low mood, but Murong Qi, who was leaning in Murong Hao's arms, felt that the atmosphere was a bit dull.

Suddenly said crisply: "Grandpa is not old!"

** Hong was a little stunned by his sudden words.

"Xiaoqi is right. Grandpa is only in his 70s now, and he will live to be more than a hundred years old!" Murong Yue said, and naturally put her hand on ** Hong's arm on the armrest.

Murong Hao glanced at Murong Yue's hand that was resting on **, it was glowing with white spiritual power.

Knowing that Xiaoyue is healing her grandfather.

Naturally, Jiang Pingfeng and others couldn't see it, they just thought that Murong Yue was comforting her father!

As for ** Hong himself, he just felt that his body suddenly became much brighter, but he also just felt that because he was happy to see Murong Hao and the others, his body also improved a lot, so he didn't think much about it.

Murong Yue slowly poured in her spiritual power, and picked up her hand after a while.

**Hong did not doubt that he was there, and after listening to what the siblings said, he laughed loudly and said: "Hahaha, you two little devils, your mouth is so sweet, if I live to be more than a hundred years old, I won't be an old monster." ? Ah? Hehe..."

Brothers and sisters, you and I said one sentence to another, which made the old man laugh non-stop.

When Jiang Pingfeng saw his father who hadn't smiled like this for a long time, he was very grateful to Murong Yue and the others for coming.

And my father seems to be mentally better.

"Grandpa, where's grandma?" Murong Qi, who didn't know that grandma was seriously ill, suddenly asked.

When the people in the yard heard the happy yard just now, they suddenly fell silent.

Thinking of his wife, **Hong sighed a long time and said, "Hey! Your grandma is in the house!"

The sensitive little guy, upon hearing his tone, immediately knew something was wrong.

"Grandpa, can I go and see grandma?"

**Hong looked at Murong Yue and Murong Hao, saw that the expressions of the two were also the same as Murong Qi, and said: "Alright, Ping Feng, take them there!"

"Okay Dad." Jiang Pingfeng replied.

The three brothers and sisters followed Jiang Pingfeng to the house of the couple.

When I entered the door, I saw Mrs. Jiang lying on the bed as thin as a stick. He had been ill for a long time and did not leave the house. His face looked pale and bloodless.

As soon as Murong Yue stepped into the threshold, she smelled a pungent smell of traditional Chinese medicine, and instantly frowned.