After Yin Yanyan walked out, not long after, another person walked in. The man was on a dragon-shaped cane, with a thin figure and a somewhat rickety back, and he didn't look very old, but he was already full of silver hair.

His eyebrows were thin and, like his hair, white.

There is no wrinkle on his face, and he is smooth and white.

He walked in slowly, gently pushed open the door, and then cautiously walked in.

He wears a gray suit.

This suit, both in terms of fabric and workmanship, looks top-notch.

The suit was paired with a dark shirt with fine lines, he did not wear a tie, and the first button was unbuttoned.

The suit is very decently cut, and although he looks very thin, the suit is very decent on his body.

He walked cautiously, and very calmly and calmly.

The posture is somewhat elegant, in the shape of a noble gentleman.

He came to a stop when he was still three steps away from Yin Yifeng.

I was still "thinking"

Yin Yifeng suddenly felt that there was someone behind him, so he turned his head suddenly.

It's an instinctive human instinct, like some animals, and when danger approaches, he has an instinctive alertness, and then looks at each other with fierce eyes.

Especially people like him, people who have spent time in the underworld full of enemies.

He is particularly sensitive to the feeling of danger.

When he turned around, he was surprised, but even more, he was surprised.

For this man whom he saw seemed to have seen.

Just when he woke up last time.

Although it was night, and the light was dim, there was a door.

The instinct told him, this man, that was on that night.

The white-haired old man who was called Mr. Yin.

Compared with Yin Yifeng's surprised move, the white-haired old man seemed very calm, as if this qiē was what he expected.

Yin Yifeng was looking at him with hostile eyes, as if he had seen his true enemy, and looked at him with a fierce look.

”

Hehe.

The white-haired old man's mouth lifted slightly, and he chuckled.

Holding the cane in both hands, the body leans forward slightly.

The expression is still so calm, so calm.

It seems that there is nothing in this world that can be worth moving him to.

The old man said lightly, "You're awake." ”

"Who are you?"

Yin Yifeng still looked at him with hostility.

"Hehe, this is not important, the important thing is that you are awake."

The old man chuckled, then changed positions.

"Everyone else calls me Mr. Yin, and you can call me that. But. ”

He paused, then continued, "You can also call me uncle. ”

"Uncle?"

Yin Yifeng exclaimed.

"Hehe, don't be too surprised. I think you must have been fooled by my appearance, but I should be about the same age as your father. ”

His laughter has an indescribable affinity.

This affinity can melt a qiē of frost.

Yin Yifeng's originally hateful gaze also softened a lot.

The old man continued: "Actually, if you really count it, you are really my nephew. ”

Between the eyebrows, there was a ball of harmony.

"What? Your nephew? ”

Yin Yifeng's eyes were no longer hateful, but became surprised again.

"What evidence do you have?"

He didn't know who his parents were now, how could he have such an uncle.

Uncle?

Gray-haired?

Amusing.

Although he himself said that he was not very old, but who would believe it?

Even if it is, he is at least in his 50s.

50 years old?

Could it be that his father is older than this?

Yin Xingji is not an idiot, nor is he stupid.

And some of his memories have now been restored.

At least the bits and pieces of memories before graduating from elementary school, he has recalled them all.

Memories of childhood, of course, are also about my father.

Father, he was still very young at that time.

According to the calculation of time, it will definitely not be more than 45 years old.

Liar, this person must be a liar.

Yin Xingji thought to himself.

"You must think I'm lying to you, but you can think about it, what do you have to deceive me."

This white-haired old man is very powerful, he seems to be able to read through other people's minds.

He walked to the side of the bed with a smile, and then didn't ask Yin Yifeng if he agreed, so he sat down.

Yin Yifeng didn't say anything, because he didn't know what to say.

"Do you have a lot of money for me to cheat?"

The old man continued.

Yin Yifeng immediately replied in his heart.

"Nope,"

"Or, some of the people you know are rich or powerful?"

Yin Yifeng thought about it, but continued to shake his head.

"Well, you don't know yet, in this hospital where you live now, I will help you pay for all the expenses here?"

The old man said.

"You."

Yin Yifeng was speechless for a while.

"Well, isn't it? Or do you think I don't feel like a rich person at all? ”

Yin Yifeng remembered that night again.

That person called him: Mr. Yin.

Mr. Yin?

Generally more than what others call a total of people, they are generally very rich people.

And looking at his dress, as well as the attitude and temperament he expressed, it makes people feel like a rich man.

Yin Yifeng didn't shake his head again this time, but his eyes told him that he already believed it.

"Actually."

The old man's expression changed suddenly.

Then he stood up and sighed faintly.

I couldn't help frowning.

His expression suddenly became very melancholy and very sad.

He stood up, then turned around.

His back looked a little lonely.

At least that's how Yin Yifeng feels.

At the moment when he turned around, Yin Yifeng seemed to hear another sigh.

After this sigh, the old man walked in the direction of the window of the ward.

He walked over to the windowsill, and underneath the windowsill was a green meadow.

The old man casually opened the curtain.

The afternoon sun immediately surged in like a wave.

The sunlight was very dazzling, and Yin Yifeng blocked it with his hand.

The sunlight shone on the old man's body, and behind the old man, pulled out a long oblique back.

Sunlight?

A familiar taste.

Faint, with a different herbaceous taste.

A little girl, with many pigtails, then danced with a group of equally energetic children on the green grass.

"Heh, hehe!"

Yin Yifeng couldn't help it, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The girl smiled brightly and sweetly, like ripe apples in the summer.

"Uh."

Hearing Yin Yifeng laughing, the white-haired old man looked back at him.

But soon, he turned back again.

"You, don't you remember some things from the past?"

"Uh, how do you know?"

This time, Yin Yifeng was even more surprised.

Why is this old man always able to see through his heart?

"Is this smell of sunshine familiar?"

The old man didn't answer directly.

“。”

Yin Yifeng stared at him.

The old man in front of him made him unable to guess and see clearly.

"It's not just you, I feel that way, too."

"You, you have it too."

Yin Yifeng looked at the white-haired old man in front of him dumbfounded.

Amazement, admiration.

He was speechless.

"Actually, I only came back once, and I was looking for someone else."

Yin Xingji: "Another person." ”

White-haired old man: "Yes, that person, you know too." ”

“。”

The white-haired old man: "That's your father." ”

Yin Yifeng: "My father? ”

"Yes."

The white-haired old man suddenly became very silent.

Yin Yifeng didn't mean to speak again.

just looked at his back silently, but his eyes did not leave.

It's not that he doesn't want to say it, it's that he really doesn't know what to say.