With a turn of your hand, there are a lot of seeds taken out of the space in your palm.

Scatter it casually, and the seeds fall into the pots filled with soil.

With the hands crossed, green light flowed from the fingertips to the newly planted seeds. Slowly, green buds grew.

At the same time, in the yard next to a wall, the person sitting in the living room suddenly raised his head.

The old lady sitting opposite him wearing reading glasses and sewing clothes looked up and asked, "Achen, what's wrong?"

Yan Chen withdrew his gaze outside the window, shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

You see the old clothing that the old man is sewing, and he reminds him again: "Grandma, the lights at night are dark, you will make up tomorrow, hurt your eyes."

The old man glanced at him: "I'm talking about me, haven't you stared at your painting yourself, you've been looking at it for hours. You didn't even pay attention to me when you asked you to bring the desk lamp over."

Yan Chen had no choice but to say: "It's not that I ignored you, I can see clearly..."

"You mean I'm old and can't see clearly?"

Yan Chen: "...No."

The old man glanced at the framed painting in his hand and said curiously: "I haven't asked you, where did you get this painting? What's so special? You took it to frame it at noon and kept looking at it. I'm still the first step.

See you so rare things. "

"Will it be that your favorite little girl will send you?"

Wearing reading glasses, her eyes were a little muddy, but it was hard to hide the gossip in her eyes.

Yan Chen smiled helplessly: "Grandma, let me remind you that you are seventy years old and you always look disrespectful when you gossip like this."

"You little brat, you actually say that to your grandma, there is no rule!"

"If you don't say, don't say it, I still know it impatient!"

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See you tomorrow.
Chapter completed!