Nangong Yan moved her gaze to Xiao Zizai who was standing next to Nangong Yu. Xiao Zizi gave her the feeling of a kind of sea calm. If she hadn't known that the uncle standing in front of her was over half a hundred years old, Nangong Yan would never have believed that this smiling man had entered his twilight years at first glance, but when she looked at Xiao Zizi for the second time, Nangong Yan suddenly changed her mind again, feeling that he looked like a man over fifty years old. However, when she took a third look, Nangong Yan rejected the idea just now...... And so on and so forth. Although Xiao Zizi saw a person, an expression, and an action, Nangong Yan's inner feelings were completely different, as if she was looking at many people, many expressions, and many movements.

Nangong Yan's heart couldn't help but think of a passage about the sea that she once saw in a book:

"Have you ever seen the sea?" asked an old voice with a smile to a child.

"I've seen it! The sea is so big, it's still water at a glance. The child excitedly gestured and said to the old man.

"Have you ever seen the sea?" the old voice rang in a young girl's ear again.

The girl smiled and nodded, and said politely, "The water is blue, bluer than the sky." ”

After that, the old man asked a middle-aged man and a middle-aged woman.

"Rough waves, surging undercurrents!" the man thought for a moment and said to the old man.

"The sea is quiet, sometimes it's as quiet as a mirror. The middle-aged woman replied.

Finally, the old man looked at the sea quietly, sighed softly, and said slowly: "I have seen the sea, but I don't know the sea. ”

Although Nangong Yan felt that this conversation was a bit of a suspicion of hypocrisy, at this moment, she felt that Xiao Zizi was the sea in the old man's mouth.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: Before and After Meals

"Yu'er, Yan'er has come all the way, and she must be tired after sitting in the car for most of the day. If there is anything to say, let's go in and talk about it!" Xiao Zizi said to Nangong Yan with a smile. He didn't want to look at the big table of delicious food inside and stand outside starving with them.

Where there is a father, there is a son. Xiao Tianming also thought so, and also opened his mouth to persuade Nangong Yu to fill his stomach and then speak slowly.

Nangong Yu turned the father and son of the hungry ghost reincarnation, and took Nangong Yan's hand and walked inside. Xiao Zizai's father and son glanced at each other, and followed behind Nangong Yu and Nangong Yan stupidly, and his mind was already full of a table of delicious food made by Nangong Yu.

"Yan'er, is the road going well?" Nangong Yu entered the house to greet Nangong Yan for a while, which made Xiao Tianming's eyes red.

Nangong Yan has been an orphan since she was a child. Although he was later cared for by Nangong Chuan, a man's love is different from a woman's maternal love after all. No matter how delicate a father's love is, it cannot replace a mother's love. At this time, Nangong Yan really felt the maternal love from Nangong Yu for the first time, and her nose was a little sour. Nangong Yan, who hadn't cried for a long time, suddenly had the urge to cry in Nangong Yan's arms at this time, and pour out the inner pressure and grievances that no one had to tell.