I could hear the TV droning on nonsensically, as if there was no intention of changing the channel. There was no sound from the elderly at all.
When Gu Nuan came out of the shower, she saw the big white dog occupying nearly the entire bed, and then, just like at home, he started flipping through comic books.
Heavens. She was almost at a loss for words.
Grandma Zhou collected scrap, and thus, she really had gathered some discarded comic books and put them in the house. Consequently, this joyful kids' friend, making the most of local resources and recycling, had moved Grandma Zhou's collection of comic books to his own bedside.
"I haven't read many of these." Noticing the look she shot him, the kid defended himself while reading the comic books.
Gu Nuan almost threw at him the line: Go ahead and read them, read all night if you want, no problem.
