Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Chapter 464

Missy was talking in kindergarten about her grandma going to gamble again, losing everything, and when she came to New York, she almost couldn't afford her car fare.

"My mother said, this is a bad example." Missy said, "Although she wants us to love my grandma, this is absolutely unacceptable."

Daisy finds Missy's grandmother very interesting.

Missy's grandma is already a grandmother, but she still puts on beautiful makeup, wears beautiful clothes, and goes to the hair salon to have her hair permed on Saturdays and Sundays. She has more cosmetics than Missy's mother.

"Beauty knows no age," says Missy's grandmother, Connie.

When Daisy went to play at Missy's house, she met Connie at home, and Connie would teach them how to use hair curlers to make curly hair all over their heads, and it would remain unchanged until the next day.

"Curly hair is not allowed in kindergarten!" Missy said.

"What do you know?" Connie squinted her eyes and smiled. "Learn now, and you will benefit for life. When you reach my age, you will know the benefits of mastering many beauty tricks."

"It will be many, many years before I reach your age." Missy said.

"That's not necessarily true." Connie said, "People always get old without knowing it."

"Connie is so kind." Daisy said to Missy.

Because of Connie, Daisy is a little envious of Missy.

"My grandma is very good." Missy was proud, "I like her very much too."

Missy likes her grandmother, and Daisy likes her own grandma, although Daisy can't fall into her grandma's warm embrace like Missy.

Grandma is the generation above Tony, and Daisy is the generation below Tony. Grandma and Daisy are the two generations that were completely missed.

Daisy is going to visit her grandparents with her father this Sunday.

"The flowers are ready." Happy walked into the living room with a large bunch of flowers, and said to Tony who was wearing a suit and waiting on the sofa, "Why aren't you ready to go?"

Tony pushed his mouth in the direction of Daisy's dressing room: "Wait."

The four-year-old eldest lady was rummaging through boxes in the locker room.

Daisy had chosen the little white dress she would wear when she went out last night, and matched it with a brooch that her grandma used to wear, but when she got up this morning, the skirt was still there, but the brooch was nowhere to be found.

Wendy also helped Daisy rummaging through the box, but she couldn't find it either.

"Mr. Stark is waiting outside." She asked Daisy, "Why don't you just go like this?"

Daisy felt a little sad: "That's the brooch my father gave me, it belongs to grandma. I want to wear it to see my grandparents together."

She wiped her eyes.

"Okay, okay, don't be sad." Wendy said, "Let's look for it again."

Finally, there is a brooch found in the crevice of the closet, which Daisy probably shook off accidentally when she was holding the clothes.

This time, Tuanzi smiled through tears, happily wearing the brooch, and went out with his father.

On the way to the cemetery, Tony was a little silent.

Every time he went to visit the tomb, he remained extremely silent, turning his face to look at the receding scenery outside the window, not knowing what to think.

I see the same scenery every year, but my mood is different every year.

"Will the bird come again?" Daisy asked Tony.

The last time Daisy followed her father to the cemetery to visit her grandparents, and when she bowed her head to talk, a bird flew over her head.

Happy said it was the keeper of the cemetery.

"Probably not," Tony said.

"why?"

"The little bird will leave home when it grows up." Tony retracted his gaze from looking at the scenery, "It won't stay in one place forever."

"I'm not." Daisy said, "When I grow up, I want to go back to my home."

"Okay," Tony said, "I always welcome you home."

The cemetery is very quiet.

Howard's and Maria's cemeteries were cleaned regularly, neatly arranged, and there was a bouquet of half-dried flowers on each of them.

"I'll get it, I'll get it," Daisy said.

She tiptoed and took the bouquet from Happy's arms, and placed one bouquet in front of Howard's grave and the other in front of Maria's.

"One for grandpa and one for grandma." Daisy said.

Happy watched from the side, very relieved: "Our Daisy is an older child now."

"Because I have been in kindergarten for a long time." Daisy said proudly, "I will go to elementary school in the future."

Tony stood in a daze in front of Maria's grave.

He has always been an eloquent person, but at this time he talks the least, he doesn't know what to confide, and even if he knows that he can't convey it, he simply keeps silent, puts his hands in his pockets, and gives his thoughts to Feng.

"Grandpa and grandma are sleeping underneath." Daisy reached out and stroked the tombstone, softly.

The tombstone was icy cold, but her little hands were warm and soft.

"Yes." Happy said, "Are you afraid?"

"No fear." Daisy shook her head, "Because these are my grandparents. My grandpa is fine, and so is my grandma."

"You know that." Happy laughed.

Daisy thought about it: "Because I have seen it."

Adults don't care about what the child said, but when Happy thinks about it, Stark still has images of Howard and Maria when they were alive, and it's normal for Daisy to see them.

"Then tell me..." Happy bent down and asked Daisy in a low voice, "Is your father more like a grandpa, or more like a grandma?"

Daisy said without thinking, "It's like grandpa."

"No." Tony said, "I'm not like your grandpa at all. I'm more like your grandma. Your grandma took me when I was young."

"It's similar." Daisy said, "When Dad is not smiling, he is like Grandpa, and when he is working, he is also like Grandpa."

Tony didn't speak.

"You look alike now, Dad." Daisy said.

She wiped her face with two small hands, so that the expression on her face was as serious as that of an adult.

Tony still pretended to be serious, but when Daisy said that, he couldn't be serious immediately.

"I also like grandma very much." Daisy said, "Grandma is pretty and has a lot of smiles."

"Your grandma is a natural mother." Tony said, "beautiful, strong, kind, and always makes people feel safe. Do you know that her cooking is delicious? It's the best I've ever eaten."

The Stark father and daughter stood in front of the grave for a long time.

There are many trees in the cemetery, and the wind blows over to provide shade.

Daisy stood beside her father and took his hand.

Dad's hand was big and powerful, and he wrapped the child's hand tightly.

"Why don't you talk to grandparents?" Daisy asked Tony.

"They won't hear me even if I tell you." Tony said, "Just show them that we are living well now."

What he said is really contradictory. If you can see it, why can't you hear it?

"I can hear you." Daisy said, "Grandpa and grandma still want to talk to me."

"When?"

Daisy thought about it: "It was a long, long time ago."

Tony, like Happy, didn't care.

Coming home from the cemetery, Tony had no work and went to sleep in his bedroom.

It was like a law that would never change. He obviously went to the cemetery by car, and came back by car. He just stood in the cemetery for a while, but he seemed to expend a lot of energy to bury his head deeply in the bed.

When Daisy grows up, she knows that the act of sweeping the graves of relatives does not only entrust the thoughts and love of the living to the dead.

It also reminds time and time again that the person sleeping in the ground, no matter how much he misses him, no matter how much he loves him, he will leave this world forever and never see each other again.

It's kind of sad to think about it this way.

Daisy gently opened the door and brought in a glass of water for her resting father.

She suddenly remembered the conversations she had had with Missy about Grandma Connie in kindergarten.

Missy said that the reason why grandma Connie came to New York after losing money in a bet was because her father had some quarrels with her mother recently, and her mother felt sad, and grandma came to accompany her.

"My mother needs my grandma's help." Missy said, "Just like encountering difficulties, I also need my mother's help."

When do people fully grow up?The moment both parents passed away, they had to grow up.

As long as there is one, you will always be a child, the world is difficult, if you don’t advance, you will retreat, but in the end, there is still a soft reliance in your heart.

Daisy is sad and weak, she can go to her father, if her father is sad and weak, who can she turn to?

"Dad, here's some water." Daisy put the water glass on Tony's bedside table.

The father in the bed whispered: "Okay, thank you."

"Daddy, can I come up?" Daisy asked.

Tony lifted a corner of the glass so that Daisy could slip in smoothly.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the room was turned on low, and the quilt was really warm.

"Dad, are you sad?" Daisy asked.

Tony closed his eyes, and Daisy touched Dad's eyelids lightly with her hands, but there were no tears.

"No." Tony said, "I'm just a little tired."

"Are grandparents going to heaven?"

"He went to heaven."

"Didn't you make a star?"

"Go to heaven and be a star."

"Then," Daisy asked, "are they doing well in heaven? Have they eaten any good food?"

"Yes." Tony turned over, faced the ceiling, opened his eyes, the light in his pupils was scattered, and he was looking at his invisible imagination through tangible objects, "They lived a happy life."

"Dad." Daisy sat next to Tony. "If you feel sad, grandparents can't come to help you, but I will help you, okay? I will take care of you too."

"Okay." Tony said, "Thank you."

"dad."

"What?"

Daisy said: "I'm a little thirsty, can I drink your water?"

Tony snorted, with a smile on his face, got up to get the cup, and fed the water to the child.

To take care of Dad, let Daisy grow up a bit.

When Tony lay down again, Daisy, who was full of water, still wanted to talk to him.

"Grandpa's hair is all gray." Daisy said, "Grandma's hair is not very gray."

"How do you know?" Tony yawned and asked as he sank into the soft blanket, gradually getting sleepy.

"Because I saw it." Daisy said.

She still has the memory of that magical night a long time ago. No one can tell whether it is true or not, but it just exists in her mind, and after settling down, it resurfaces.

"Show me next time." Tony yawned again.

"Grandpa still talks to you, Dad," said Daisy, "a lot."

"Well."

"Grandpa said, grandpa said..." Daisy recalled carefully.She was so young at that time, if she was a little older, she would be able to remember more clearly, "Grandpa called your name, Dad."

"Grandpa also said..." Daisy said, "Grandpa said that Dad is grandpa's pride."

"Did you hear that, Dad?" Daisy gave Dad a little shake.

Dad has fallen asleep.