I paused slightly as I dressed, then quickened my pace; it would be inappropriate not to go out and greet them.When I reached the living room, Stan Wallace had his back to me. Grandma was wearing a green qipao, her hands folded in front of her, her head tilted slightly, looking attentive but not stern. The anti-slip chain of her gold-rimmed glasses dangled on one side of her face, while the other end swayed gently.I raised my hand, about to greet them, when Grandma caught sight of me out of the corner of her eye. She hesitated for a moment, glanced at me without changing her expression, adjusted her glasses, and then turned back to Stan Wallace with a smile, saying, "Grandma is old now, with stents in her heart. I can't get too excited or be startled. What you want to say won't scare me, will it?"My hand, which was just about to wave, stopped by my ear, curling back to my front. Before Stan Wallace could speak, I called out with a smile, "Hello, Grandma."When Stan Wallace looke
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