"That time, you also asked him to go, right" Leng Ruoxue told a fact

The old man did not deny it, and nodded "not bad"

Leng Ruoxue looked out of the window wordlessly, in the incident two years ago, Chen Hui went up the mountain to find the black wolf before herself, and she was vaguely suspicious

"It's rare for the two of us to talk so harmoniously," the old man couldn't help but laugh

Hearing this, Leng Ruoxue said lightly, "Because you can't get up from lying down now", otherwise I'm afraid there would have been a fight

The old man frowned unhappily, as if he was unreasonable, obviously this girl deliberately angered him every time!

"Ahem!"

Leng Ruoxue looked at the old man who was covering his mouth and coughing, and pretended to be unintentional and said, "Hasn't Aunt Yun seen it?" What do you think? ”

"Old problem," the old man said lightly after coughing better

There was silence in the room of the "......".

"You still have that word," Leng Ruoxue said suddenly

The old man followed her line of sight, and there was a pair of words hanging high on the snow-white wall

"Indifferent to Mingzhi, quiet to far-reaching" dragon flying phoenix dance, if the loose horse is like a dragon flying into the sky, the gesture is magnificent, it can be seen that the person who writes this kind of word must be free and easy, indifferent to fame and fortune

When the old man saw that word, he couldn't help pouting, "I have to admit that the old guy still writes well."

"......" Leng Ruoxue looked at the word indifferently, this word was written by grandpa, grandpa, they were originally a scholarly family, and only he dared to blatantly quarrel with the old man, but the two of them were still happy

Her calligraphy was taught by her grandfather, but unfortunately, when she was five years old, her grandfather passed away, and she did not waste calligraphy

Leng Ruoxue saw the ring on the old man's index finger in a daze, her eyes flickered and complicated, and she slowly said, "Is this ring so important?" ”

“…… There is no responsibility to be relieved," the old man's tone was rare sadness

"This responsibility has ruined my family," she said

The old man's heart was shocked, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he found that he was speechless, looking at Leng Ruoxue's delicate and beautiful face, he suddenly thought of that amazing and gorgeous young man

That summer, a handsome boy stood in front of him and said word by word, "Use my freedom in exchange for her growing up safely and happily"

"Gone," a voice pulled him back to his senses

The old man looked at Leng Ruoxue, who wanted to leave, and said slowly in a slightly old and hoarse voice because of illness, "Tell you a story, are you interested in listening to it?" ”

Leng Ruoxue remembered what Uncle Li said

'You were unconscious two years ago, and the old man stayed in Liulihuayu for a week, and it was the first time I saw such obvious loneliness and sadness in him'

Sitting back in his chair in silence, listening to his voice that was not as majestic as usual, his heart was mixed, for the first time in so many years, the two lived so peacefully

--------- dividing line

Time flies quickly, evening comes, and the sunset stains half the sky

In Su Yiyu's villa, it was extremely lively

Xiaoying and Yifeng are here, everyone is busy arranging the banquet, and Baicao will break her up in the afternoon

"Crazy Hu, that side, it's a little higher!" Xiaoying commanded Yifeng, who was standing on the ladder

Hu Yifeng rolled his eyes with the balloon in his hand, "Fan Xiaoying, it's just a balloon, just hang it up."

"Oh, you don't understand, you have to be symmetrical, look at the one on the right, and then look at the height you are hanging now" Xiaoying looked like a big sister

Hearing this, Hu Yifeng looked to the right and shook his head helplessly, okay, it is indeed a little shorter, and he obeyed the command resignedly

Sorry, because I'm just starting my freshman year and I don't have a computer, so I have to be busy with a lot of things, so it may be slow