Xiao Yang had been waiting at the village entrance since early that morning. As soon as he spotted them, he ran over.
"Chunlan, Grandpa, you're here!"
Wang Chunlan looked at Xiao Yang and nodded with a quiet "mm-hm," her face growing a little red.
Cuiyun's mother said grumpily, "And what, you don't see this old lady? I see, once you have a wife, you forget all about your own grandma."
Xiao Yang hurried to his grandmother's side and hugged her arm, giving it a little shake. "Oh, Grandma, listen to you! How could I ever forget you? You must be tired from the journey. Let's get you home so you can rest."
Only then did Cuiyun's mother smile and tap Xiao Yang on the head.
"You're here! Please, come in."
Mr. Wang was older than Mr. He, but his voice was loud and clear. "This is a nice courtyard. Newly built, I take it?"
