My Previous Fraternal Twins

Then we'll let people live in and keep the house from collapsing. " Mo Shichen said firmly.

"What?" Tang Wanxin looked at him suspiciously and exclaimed.

Mo Shichen's fingertips passed through her hair and repeated affectionately, "I have a way not to collapse the house."

"Well, let it go." Tang Wanxin said relieved. Then she bowed her head and said to the two little guys, "Mommy, take you in and have a look."

"You follow me." Mo Shichen went to the front and stepped on the weeds to the ground.

Two little guys walk in the middle.

Tang Wanxin looked at the road ahead and said, "slow down, pay attention to the grass and don't be cut."

"I know, Mommy should be careful too." Tang Ruizuo answered back.

Seeing that his mommy didn't walk very steadily, he deliberately slowed down: "Mommy, can you hold me?"

Tang Wan looked down in doubt. Seeing his serious face, he thought he was not used to taking such a road, so he smiled and took his hand: "go, I'll follow you."

Tang Ruizuo's small mouth closed tightly and carefully guided Tang Wanxin to move forward.

At this time, Mo Shichen just walked to the door. He looked back at them, put his hand on the door and gently pushed it open.

"Zhi..." with a sound, the door was opened, and the dust accumulated on the door flew up one after another.

Mo Shichen raised his hand and covered his mouth and nose.

After the dust dispersed, Tang Wanxin and they also stood on the steps at the door.

The scene in the house was instantly printed in their pupils.

In the middle of the hall is a shabby eight immortals table. Four long benches are neatly placed in the corner. Everything is still the same as before, but there is a picture of grandma on the wall.

In the photo, she is still thin, but Grandma's eyes are with a smile.

Tang Wanxin looked at the dusty photos and burst into tears. His steps couldn't help walking inside.

"Grandma, I'm sorry I'm late." at last, her voice was hoarse.

She looked at the desolation and desolation of the house. Tang Wanxin's heart seemed to be tightly held and hard to breathe!

Miss, guilt, regret, sadness and unwillingness were intertwined for a time, which made Tang Wanxin a little difficult to let go.

She stood in the hall, staring at the photos on the wall with tears in her eyes, covering her heart and squatting down slowly.

Mo Shichen picked up two little guys and followed her closely, silently accompanying her.

Finally, seeing that her body was choking, Mo Shichen put down the two little guys, stepped forward and asked beside Tang Wanxin, "Xinxin, are you okay?"

"Shi Chen, I'm so uncomfortable." Tang Wanxin put his hand around his neck and cried.

He put out a hand on her back, patted it gently, and said to her gently, "if you feel uncomfortable, cry. We'll accompany you."

"I'll never see her again. I haven't said goodbye to her yet," she said, sobbing.

"But she is smiling at you now." Mo Shichen pointed to the picture on the wall.

"If I didn't selfishly want to go home with my father, my grandmother wouldn't be old and no one would die. As long as I thought of her leaving alone, my heart would be very uncomfortable." Tang Wanxin breathed slightly.

"She doesn't blame you, and grandma hopes you can live better." Mo Shichen's voice sounded in her ear.

At the moment, Tang Wanxin couldn't listen to anything. His mind was full of the kindness of her grandmother to her.

Seeing her crying, Tang Xinmeng burst into tears: "wow...".

Tang Ruizuo reluctantly hugged Tang Xinmeng, patted her and comforted her: "don't cry, don't cry, Mengmeng is good, Mommy will be more sad like you."

"I, I feel bad when I see Mommy, and I feel bad." she stretched out her little hand to cover her mouth and sobbed.

Tang Ruizuo patted him on the shoulder and comforted her: "it's okay. If you're sad, you lie down on my shoulder and cry, but you should keep your voice down."

"HMM." Tang Xinmeng blushed, but her body trembled slightly, and her small mouth closed tightly to prevent her from making a sound.

A long time later.

Tang Wanxin slowed down and stood up slowly.

Then he stretched out his hand and put it on the dusty eight immortals table: "I remember when I was very young, if my father came back for the Chinese new year, I had a reunion dinner on this table on New Year's Eve."

"As I get older, I see my father less and less, and this weekly table is no longer valuable," Tang Wanxin said. Finally, his voice became more and more hoarse.

Then she turned to the main room where she had slept before, and looked at the furnishings of everything in it. It was the same as before she left.

Tang Wanxin's nose was sour and his eyes became blurred.

She raised her face and stared hard to keep her tears from flowing down.

She knew that if grandma saw her now, she would be very distressed.

Just when she couldn't breathe, a big hand put on her shoulder and held her in her arms.

Mo Shichen's voice sounded in her ear: "grandma loves you and misses you very much, just like you miss her and love her very much now."

Tang Wanxin leaned his head against him, and then took a deep breath: "grandma has never moved anything in the room. After so many years, all things remain the same."

She was silent for a moment and continued to speak slowly: "I should have come back early to see her."

"Grandma knows you can't help it. She won't blame you, so don't think about it and add so much burden to yourself." Mo Shichen said, stretched out a hand on her face and brushed it gently.

Tang Wanxin raised her hand, quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, then showed a bitter smile and said, "go, take you to see other places."

Tang Xinmeng's red and swollen eyes followed behind Tang Wanxin. Seeing that their mommy was not so sad, she asked naively, "Mommy, did you live here before?"

"Yes, although this house doesn't look as good as others' houses, it's very practical. It's warm in winter and cool in summer. The courtyard in the middle can play with water in rainy days." Tang Wanxin said to the little guy as he recalled.

Then she took them outside.

Tang Wanxin pointed to a small eight immortals table in the dining room and said, "before, we all sat here for dinner. Grandma sat in this position, and I often sat next to her."

Her mouth suddenly showed a smile, some helpless, some bitter: "it was too poor at that time. Buying a small bowl of dried fish was enough for us to eat for more than ten days."

Listening to Tang Wanxin's words, Mo Shichen felt uncomfortable at the bottom of his heart. Everyone has an uncertain childhood.