One by one, the doors opened, and Gu Yelan was led into this deep Kurong Hospital by Ye Fang.

This is not so much a hospital, but rather a courtyard, rockery landscape pavilion, pavilions, winding paths leading to secluded places, standing a Lanfang Garden, three locks on the door.

Gu Yelan stopped when she saw these three big characters, looked at it, and couldn't help but wet her eyes.

There are intermittent tunes in the room, and the lyrics of "Sifan" are infinitely poignant, and people can listen to them.

"The front lamp of the Buddha can't be a candle in the cave room. Aroma kitchen, can't do tortoise feast East Pavilion. The bell and drum tower cannot be used as a lookout platform. Grass futon, can't be hibiscus, hibiscus soft mattress. The slave is a female Jiao'e, not a man. The slave is a female Jiao'e, not a man. The slave is a female Jiao'e, not a man......"

Suddenly there was a loud cracking sound inside, like a metal vessel being slammed to the ground, followed by a small cry of shredding.

Gu Yelan hurriedly walked forward, but was stopped by Ye Fang.

"Mommy, it's Daddy, it's Daddy!"

Gu Yelan cried hoarsely, and there were bursts of sorrow in her throat.

Yefang nodded to the person who followed her, and the man stepped forward to open a lock, and a small window next to it opened.

Gu Yelan ran forward again and again, her face leaned to the small window, but she was so frightened that she retreated.

A miserable white face, staring at her with blood-red eyes outlined in thick ink, staring straight at her.

Who knew that the man saw Gu Yelan, his expression became gentle, he smiled in his mouth, his head stretched out hard, a snow-white hand waved in the air, and his mouth shouted happily: "Lan Lan, is it you?" Lan Lan, is that you? ”

Gu Yelan calmed down, and only then did she see the face clearly, dressed up in Peking Opera, but only half of her makeup was done.

On one side, the rouge kneaded white and delicate, and on the other hand, ...... The face that has gone through the vicissitudes of life is no longer lonely and cold, and the tears in the eyes are gentle, and it is still the pity in the memory.

Who is it if it's not a dad?

But now, has it become like this?

Dad, are you really crazy?

Gu Yelan stabilized her slightly trembling body, hesitated, and called softly: "Dad, I'm Lan Lan!" ”

"What do you call me? What do you call me! ”

Ye Guhong suddenly went berserk, "I'm not your father!" I'm not your dad! I'm a mother! Lan Lan, I'm a mother! Quick, call Mommy! Call Mom! ”

"Daddy...... You ......"

Gu Yelan looked at the person in front of her in fear, so familiar and yet so unfamiliar, so kind and yet so alienated.

"I'm not your dad! I'm not! ”

Gu Yelan was so frightened that she was stunned, Dad, do you not recognize your daughter, or do you not recognize yourself?

How deep the love is, you can love to the point of becoming the person you love.

"Ye Guhong ......"

Yefang gently pulled Gu Yelan away and slowly paced over, "Long time no see!" ”

"No, no, no!"

Ye Guhong's eyes were red, as if he was about to drip blood, and his hands grabbed the window railing and shook it with a creak, "You! You! It's you! It's all you! Why! Why! Why! ”

Ye Fang frowned slightly, and flew obliquely with a look, and the person next to him quickly added a lock, and the small window was closed.

"Mom!"

Gu Yelan looked at her mother Yefang in fear.

"Lan Lan, you also saw it, my mother didn't lie to you, Ye Guhong is already crazy!"

There was a constant sound of ping-pong in the room, as if it was smashing every object in the room to the ground.

Gu Yelan couldn't help but worry when she heard this voice, after all, it was her father.

"Mom, Dad, Dad, he's going to be fine!"

"After all these years, what will happen? It's just some old problems! ”

Ye Fang frowned, "Let him make trouble, and when he gets tired, it will naturally stop." ”

Ye Fang asked the person standing next to him in a low voice: "Falling Cicada, has he been talking like this nonsense recently?" ”

Luo Chan nodded: "Mr. Ye is not like this for a day or two, but I have been singing more songs recently, and my feelings are a lot more stable." But he always sings about Tsing Yi and the like, this disease ...... It seems to be a little heavier. ”

Ye Fang looked up at the door with an indifferent expression: "That bothers you to take care of it, he ...... He was the most decent of men. ”

"Miss, don't worry, although I don't often follow Miss now, I often remember your past kindness, and I will take care of what Miss commands."