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The dark clouds that hung over my heart, when I looked at her, were much less.

"Wife, I love you." Xie Shuchen dropped a gentle kiss on her lips and said firmly.

Ling Luo nodded, held back for a while, and then whispered, "Husband, I love you too." ”

Although her voice was very small, Xie Shuchen heard it, and the iceberg in her heart, because her words completely melted, even the world in front of her seemed to become extraordinarily beautiful.

The father and son slowed down for a moment and got out of the car.

"Mr. Xie, let's go in, the old man is afraid that he is in a hurry."

"Okay."

After many twists and turns, the group finally came to the courtyard where the old man was.

There is an incense burner in the center of the courtyard, the green smoke rises, the whole courtyard is filled with the smell of incense, a row of wooden huts, two thick ginkgo trees, dense leaves cover the scorching sun, the breeze is gentle, the small courtyard is quiet and elegant, like a paradise.

It's no wonder that after living here for 30 years, after experiencing the intrigue in the mall, here, it is quiet and elegant like a paradise on earth.

"Father, we've come to see you." Ouyang Deyu stood in the middle of the courtyard and said respectfully to the main house.

"Come in." After a moment's pause, an old but loud voice came from the room.

"Yes." Ouyang Deyu respectfully agreed, and took the lead towards the main house.

The room is not large, with tatami mats on the floor, a low table in the middle, a small copper stove on it, a pot of tea, a cup and a game of chess.

The gray-haired old man, wearing a washed white gown, sat cross-legged at the table, and on the chess game in front of him, the black and white chess pieces occupied one side, and they were evenly matched.

The group entered the room, and the room immediately seemed crowded.

The old man dropped the sunspot in his hand, turned his head to look at everyone, his deep gaze was calm and wise, sweeping everyone's faces one by one, when his eyes fell on Xie Shuchen's face, his gaze stopped, and there seemed to be some painful memories emerging, and the old man's gaze flickered.

Xie Shuchen also looked at the old man, his eyes were facing each other, he was silent on the surface, and he didn't even give this old man a superfluous expression, but in the bottom of his heart, there were countless turbulent waves.

Although the old man was old, his facial features looked so familiar, and he unconsciously remembered a person in his mind.

His dead mother, Ouyang Xinlan.

"Father, this is Xinlan's son Shuchen." Ouyang Deyu saw the old man staring at Xie Shuchen, and hurriedly opened his mouth to introduce.

There was another silence, and the old man nodded.

"The old man knows." The old man said, as if he remembered his daughter's appearance, and then his eyes were a little moist with pain.

Seeing this scene, everyone was a little stunned.

"Boss, you go out first, my father has some words, and I will explain to the book and the scholar."

Hearing this, Ouyang Deyu felt a loud alarm in his heart, but when he saw his father's appearance, he didn't dare to refute, so he answered and walked out with his two sons.

Seeing this, Ling Luo let go of Xie Shuchen's hand and wanted to go out, but Xie Shuchen held his hand and glanced at him sideways, with no emotion on his face, but at this moment, Ling Luo felt that he was holding her hand, and there was a trace of trembling.

"Lolo is my wife, and she will be with me." Xie Shuchen said, his tone firm.

The old man glanced at Ling Luo and nodded silently.