"Let them go get busy." Bi Dashan carried her downstairs, holding her butt with one hand and holding on to the stair railing with the other.
"Grandpa will carry you downstairs."
The smell of porridge is already wafting from the kitchen.
Liu Xiulan stood in front of the stove, stirring the porridge in the pot with a wooden spoon in her hand. The steam made her face flush.
Hearing the footsteps, she turned around and saw Qian Renxue, her eyes narrowed with laughter.
"Xiao Xue is awake?"
Qian Renxue sat in grandpa's arms, rubbing his eyes.
"Good morning, grandma."
Liu Xiulan put down the wooden spoon and walked over, bending down to look at her, the smile on his face getting deeper.
"Xiao Xue, do you know what day it is today?"
Qian Renxue blinked with a question mark on his face, "What day?"
At this time, Bi Dashan winked at her, winked, and nuzzled at Qian Renxue.
Liu Xiulan understood and patted his forehead. "Maybe I remembered it wrong."
"Go wash up Xiao Xue, the porridge will be ready in a while."
Bi Dashan responded and walked towards the backyard with Qian Renxue in his arms.
In the backyard, warm water has been dried on the washstand.
Bi Dashan put her on the small stool, wrung out the towel and handed it to her.
Qian Renxue took the towel and wiped his face again and again.
She finished wiping her face, folded the towel, put it on the shelf, and sat on the stool in a daze.
Grandma is a little strange today.
She couldn't have said that for no reason.
"Do you know what day today is?" The tone was clearly waiting for her to ask, waiting for her to be curious, waiting for her to guess.
Qian Renxue's little head was spinning.
What day is today?
It's not a holiday, nor is it a solar term.
She counted them on her fingers - and suddenly paused.
These days seem to be the day she was born.
First birthday.
She remembered that her grandfather helped her celebrate her birthday in her previous life.
There will be several dishes on the Worship Hall's big table. Grandpa is sitting opposite, holding up his wine glass and saying, "Xiao Xue has grown one year older."
She sat in front of the table and ate the food tastelessly.
Her father was busy with work and was neither caring nor bad about her. Occasionally he would send someone to send her a gift.
As for my mother - she always looks disgusted when I see her.
Later, when she went undercover at Heaven Dou City, there was no chance of celebrating her birthday.
In those years, birthdays were no different from ordinary days.
It's time to go out on a mission, it's time to kill and kill.
Will...'s birthday be different in this life?
Thinking of this, her little feet started to shake.
My mood suddenly improved, and the corners of my mouth curled up, and I couldn't suppress it even if I wanted to.
"Xiao Xue, it's time to eat!" Liu Xiulan's voice came from inside the house.
Qian Renxue jumped down from the stool and ran into the house with a bound.
The porridge has been served and placed on the table, with a small plate of pickles next to it.
She climbed onto the chair, picked up her small bowl, took a sip with a spoon, blew on it, and put it into her mouth.
"Drink porridge, thank you grandma."
Liu Xiulan wiped his hands on the apron, looking at her well-behaved look, smiling from ear to ear.
"Drink slowly, don't burn it."
Bi Dashan sat opposite, picked up the porridge bowl and took a sip.
"Your grandpa will pick you up later to practice sword practice."
Liu Xiulan sat down next to him and also picked up the bowl.
"I heard from my relatives that Xiao Xue is very talented with swords."
"Of course. Can my granddaughter be an ordinary person?"
Qian Renxue drank porridge with his head down, a little embarrassed to be praised.
Liu Xiulan sighed with emotion, "When Xiao Xi's child is born, I will have no regrets."
Bi Dashan hummed and finished the last mouthful of porridge in the bowl.
At this time, the door to the house was pushed open.
Qian Renxue has sharp ears. When he heard the footsteps, he put down his spoon, slid down from the chair, ran to the door and looked around - Qian Daoliu was walking in, holding a wine jar, a green porcelain jar, with the mouth of the jar sealed with red cloth.
He didn't wear the sacrificial robe today, only wore a dark gown, and he looked less serious.
"Grandpa!"
Qian Renxue shouted sweetly, stepped over the threshold with her short legs, ran over and hugged his legs.
Qian Daoliu looked down at her, bent down and picked her up.
"Xiao Xue."
Liu Xiulan came out of the house.
"The in-laws are here? We just had dinner. I'll get you a bowl."
Qian Daoliu was not polite, carried Qian Renxue into the living room, and sat down at the table.
"Sorry to trouble my mother-in-law."
Bi Dashan stood up, moved the bowls and chopsticks on the table aside, and smiled when he saw the jar of wine.
"Brother Qian, you don't need to bring anything with you when you come to my place."
"Anyway, I couldn't finish the drink myself, so I brought it to you."
Bi Dashan took the wine jar and weighed it in his hands, his eyes shining.
"How about a drink tonight?"
Qian Daoliu rarely smiled, "Hahaha, no problem."
Bi Dashan and Qian Daoliu, one is the Orion boss in the village, and the other is Grand Pontiff of the Spirit Hall.
Two people who cannot be compared with each other because their children are married.
When we first met, Bi Dashan was so reserved that he couldn't even speak clearly. Qian Daoliu also had an air of airs and drank tea without making a sound.
Later, after drinking dozens of times, our relationship got better.
Bi Dashan is no longer nervous, and Qian Daoliu is no longer holding it.
Now that the two of them are sitting together, they really seem to have been old friends for many years.
Liu Xiulan came out with a bowl of meat porridge and placed it in front of Qian Daoliu.
The porridge is thick and thick, the rice grains are blooming, and there are a few slices of lean meat lying on it, with a little chopped green onion sprinkled on it, which makes people appetizing.
Qian Daoliu took a bite and nodded.
"My mother-in-law's craftsmanship is still as good as ever."
"Better than our Spirit Hall cooks."
Liu Xiulan was embarrassed by the praise and wiped his hands on his apron.
"No matter where you are, it's just a daily meal, as long as the in-laws don't dislike it."
Qian Renxue sat on Qian Daoliu's lap, looking up at him eating porridge.
Qian Daoliu looked down at her, picked up a piece of lean meat with chopsticks, blew on it, and handed it to her mouth.
Qian Renxue opened his mouth to catch it, chewed it, and smiled sweetly at him.
After breakfast, Qian Daoliu stood up with Qian Renxue in his arms.
"Let's go and practice sword practice."
Qian Renxue lay on his shoulder and waved his little hand towards the room.
"Goodbye grandma, goodbye grandpa."
Liu Xiulan and Bi Dashan stood at the door, watching the old man and the young man walking out of the courtyard.
Qian Renxue lay on his grandfather's shoulders, holding his collar with his little hands.
She already knew what day it was.
But she didn't say it and pretended not to know.
She wanted to see what kind of surprise her parents would give her.
The carriage rumbled along the bluestone road.
Qian Renxue sat on Qian Daoliu's lap, holding the car window with his two small hands, looking at the street scene outside and stepping back.
Several children about her age were chasing each other at the entrance of the alley, their laughter floating in the wind.
She suddenly turned her head and looked up at Qian Daoliu.
"Grandpa, are you having a good day today?"
Qian Daoliu looked down at her, his expression unchanged.
"What day?"
"No?"
"No."
Qian Renxue turned his head and continued to look out the window with his little mouth pouted.
Pretending to be stupid, grandpa must be pretending to be stupid.
In his previous life, he remembered her birthday every year.
Even if she later went undercover at Heaven Dou City, Worship Hall would send someone to deliver something on that day every year.
Sometimes it's a box of snacks, sometimes it's a new piece of clothing, sometimes it's just a letter.