The coachman trembled as she called him, and he hurriedly lifted the curtain of the car.

Duan Yi looked closely and saw a shiny bald old man poked his head out, tied a hairband around his forehead, with the word "twelve hour flowers" embroidered on it.

Duan Yi was shocked, and the second sentence was in her mouth.

She only heard that her grandfather Duan Wenchang hit the pillar with his head and refused to say that his head rubbed against the pillar and had his hair gone! She never heard that he was discouraged and became a monk and became an old monk!

Duan Yi was thinking, and saw the bald head standing tremblingly, shaking his arms and legs, "Duan Gong, come down quickly, otherwise people would say that the road to Shu is difficult, it is really difficult to reach the sky! When these feet fell to the ground, I felt that it was like floating in the sky."

He said, reaching out his hand and holding an old man in a blue shirt and a face full of food in the car.

Duan Yi's eyes moved and she called out affectionately, "Grandfather, grandmother! Master!"

The old bald man had no scars on his head, nor was he wearing a robe. The hairband he wore on his head looked ridiculous, obviously he was the unexpected enemy Master Chu mentioned in Zhiqiao's mouth.

The other one is her own grandfather Duan Wenchang, whom she had not seen for many years.

Duan Wenchang looked Duan Yi up and down, nodded at her, "Yi'er has grown up."

Duan Yi was about to answer the conversation, but was interrupted by a stern voice, "Dear, you are back home, you are late and don't say anything, how can you dress so simply? If you don't know, you still think I..."

As soon as these words came out, the person who came out of the carriage behind noticed Duan Yi's clothes.

She was wearing a plain dress, not only did she not put on makeup, but there was a dazzling yellow paper money on the corner of her skirt.

Whoever reads it will not say anything bad!

In the carriage, a very neatly cleaned woman jumped out, and then she stretched out her hand, her fingers long and white. The most eye-catching thing was that the person was wearing a big green jade bracelet on his wrist.

Immediately afterwards, an embroidered shoe stepped on the stool. The top of the shoe embroidered the pattern of the pine crane prolonging life with gold thread. The most amazing thing is that the white feathers of the crane were actually real hair. When the wind blew, the fluff moved, and the crane seemed to be about to spread its wings and flew.

Duan Yi's little face turned red, and her eyes were filled with tears. She looked ashamed, but when she looked closely, she was excited!

That nostalgia on his face, as if the admiration that had nowhere to be vented for many years, poured out instantly, as if the Yellow River broke its dam!

It's really weird!

Just now, Zhiluo was so angry that he wanted to vomit, so he went to the other side of his face, girl! You have acted too much!

When the slave didn't see it, you almost hugged the bald old charlatan and shouted at grandfather!

Duan Yi sniffed and took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears.

"Yi hasn't heard his grandmother scolding for many years. When she heard it, she was very moved. She hasn't seen her for so many years, and her grandmother is still so full of energy and congratulations. It seems that the Bodhisattva heard Yi's prayer and wanted my grandfather and grandmother to live a hundred years of long life! Good, good!"

As she said, she looked up at the full moon in the sky and smiled, "Every day, on the fifteenth day of the lunar month, Yi was ordered to live on the Duan family's ancestral tomb. She received a message from her family saying that her grandfather and grandmother would return home today, and Yi was very happy."

"It was not until midnight, and when it reached the sixteenth, he immediately ran over the grave, and fortunately he caught up."

She said, smiling shyly, lowered her head, as if she had just discovered yellow paper stuck to the corner of her skirt, and bent down in surprise and took the paper money, "Oh, why are you stuck to this? I think the ancestors knew that their grandfather and grandmother were back, so they came and took a look."

Lu looked at the half-burned paper money, then looked at Duan Yi's bright smile, and her face turned pale.

She snorted softly and held the woman's hand.

"It's late at night that everyone is exhausted and there is no need to spend extravagance. When they see those false gifts, they all take a shower and rest early."

She said, and stepped forward, and walked into the Duan Wenchang and Chu Guangyi, along with Duan's old house.

Duan Yi looked at it and raised her eyebrows.

Although she couldn't even recognize anyone, she had some idea about these two people when she saw them today.

She thought, squinted her eyes and looked at the back of the team.

As soon as Duan Wenchang and the old lady left, the previously solemn atmosphere seemed to have suddenly become eased.

A woman wearing a rose-red skirt and a snow-white cloak ran over with red eyes and hugged Duan Yi, who was a little taller than her, and started crying.

"My son, my Yi'er, my mother is pretty sure to see you. When you left, you were still a little bit taller than my mother now!"

Behind the woman, three people stood with a smile.

The one at the beginning was her father Duan Sixian!

Even though Duan Yi saw many beautiful men, she had to sigh, Duan Sixian didn't speak, she was really as elegant as a banished immortal, and her beauty was as beautiful as Pan An. The years left no trace on him, but it was all a story.

This is a beautiful man who doesn't even know whether his surname is Zhang or Wang.

Fortunately, she is not even similar to Duan Sixian. It is not inconsistent to say that she was a child dug out of the garbage dump.

Duan Yi thought, breathing a sigh of relief.

In troubled times, beauty is not long-lasting, and she wants to live for a hundred years!

Next to that section of Sixian, two Lin Daiyu stood on the left and right, and a girl about fourteen or fifteen years old stood on the left, wearing a goose yellow shirt and smiling; on the right was a young man, covering his mouth, as if he wanted to hold back his cough.

The two of them looked like Duan Sixian for four or five minutes, and they were the ones who were weak and Fufeng, making people worry that they could blow them back to Kyoto if they sneeze.

Duan Sixian relied on his face to make a living. First, he gave up Princess Hui'an. The eldest son of the princess, Duan Zhu, passed the exam early. After getting married, he was sent out of Jiangnan. This time he did not follow him back to Jiannan. Later, he gave birth to two daughters, the eldest daughter Duan Xian and the second daughter Duan Shu.

After Gu Xing entered the door, he soon got Duan Yi and then gave birth to Duan Hao and Duan Ming.

The two weak cats in front of me are her relatives' younger brother and sister.

"My grandma is about to cry. My father, Wu Niang and Erlang are tired. Don't stand in the wind. The future is long."

Upon hearing this, Gu Xing let go of Duan Yi, wiped his eyes with a veil, walked over quickly, and first looked at Duan Ming's forehead with the back of his hand, then touched Duan Hao's hand, and nodded.

"Yi'er said yes..." She sighed and said, "Go tomorrow, you will take your mother to worship your uncle, Mingrui..."

Duan Yi nodded and smiled at her.

Gu Xing didn't say anything else.

Duan Sixian nodded to Duan Yi, led his children toward the gate.
Chapter completed!