Then at night, the man sat at the door of his house in a fine manner and relaxed. And then Grandma walked out the door slowly.
I just saw my grandma's loud voice, and I started yelling at the dog. Hey, Grandma didn't even notice. The smart dog is home already!
And what about the dog, who heard this familiar sound, as if he had received some kind of mysterious instruction and ran to the front door. It was standing behind Grandma, and it was like, "Here I am, why are you yelling?"
But Grandma, with her eyes on top of her head, completely blinded by the dog behind her, was still crying out for herself, and the sound was spreading so far in the silent evening.
At last, Grandma seemed to remember something and turned around slowly. It doesn't matter. It's just like a dog with a blind face.
It was like the air was condensed, and then Grandma was stunned, and then the ha-ha laughed, and then the laughter returned in the evening, and the man sitting at the door couldn't help but laugh.