Chapter 986

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when I came to the living room, I saw an old man about 80 or 90 years old, full of silver hair, wearing a gray Tang suit, with a dignified expression, sitting on a mahogany chair with a crutch.

Behind him stood a young man who was also dressed in Tang costume.

He was about eighteen or nine years old. He was tall and straight, like a little poplar. His face was elegant and elegant, and his expression was indifferent. It gave people a kind of aristocratic childish flavor from a strong scholarly family.

Take a closer look, this young man's eyebrows and eyes, but also a little similar to Yang Zimei.

When the old man saw Yang Zimei, his expression became excited and he was short of breath. He stood up with his crutches, hesitated for a moment, but sat down again. Although he was faint, he still had sharp eyes and looked at her with complicated emotions.

Yang Qing and his wife are a bit at a loss.

I was relieved to see Yang Zimei come in.

"Girl, come here!"

Yang Qing waved to her.

Yang Zimei walked past.

Grandma Yang asked, "maybe she came to the house."

Yang Zimei nodded.

She went up and made a cup of tea for the old and the young.

The old man looked at her with a scrutinizing eye, making tea skillfully and elegantly, with some slight appreciation and gratification.

He took the tea, lowered his head to take a sip, and nodded, "well, that's good."

Thank you

Yang Zimei didn't have to calculate. He also knew who the old man was.

"Are you Xiao Hui's granddaughter? What about Xiao Hui? Where is she? "

The old man's tone was a little impatient to ask, "you go to tell her that her father is here, let her come out to see me, I will not blame her any more."

Yang Zimei got up and just wanted to go back to the backyard to find her grandmother, but she saw her step a little bit staggering out. With a puff, she knelt in front of the old man, fell on his knee, and cried, "father!"

Seeing the white grandmother kneeling in front of the old man, crying like a little daughter, Yang Zimei's eyes were sour, but his heart felt strange.

"Xiaohui --"

the old man's hand full of age spots, trembling out, touched Zeng Hui's gray and dry hair.

In the past few decades, my daughter's black and soft hair has turned into gray hair. Like myself, she is a wrinkled old man.

With mixed feelings and tears, the old man wanted to pull Zeng Hui up.

Zeng Hui refused, a look of atonement, drooping tears, voice choked, "father, daughter unfilial!"

"Xiaohui, get up, don't let my father's heart break. At that time, my father never blamed you, just for your heartache. Over the years, my father has not been able to find you and let you bear so much alone. I'm sorry

The old man reached out and touched Zeng Hui's face, which had been carved by years and was not as beautiful as before.

Zeng Hui got up and sat down by the old man's side, wringing her fingers around the corner of her clothes. Her tears kept falling.

Seeing her hands which had become rough because of her long-term work, the old man took them again, reached out and pulled up his daughter's hands, rubbing them carefully, "my little Hui, my hands were so beautiful before, but now they are like this, how much pain have you suffered?"

"Look at what my father-in-law said. Xiao Hui followed me, but she didn't suffer much. I've been hurting her all the time."

At this time, grandfather Yang Bo didn't know when to come back. He just heard this. He was holding a pipe and burping wine. Then he sat down in front of the old man.

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