Yuan Xiao has stood on the Quanhe Bridge countless times to enjoy the architectural scenery on the banks of the Quanhe River, but he never thought that the family of the "stranger" closest to him would live here. Just last hour, Ying Yin said that she could help her, and she obediently listened to Ying Yin's words in all kinds of apprehensions, not that she believed that Ying Yin could repair "Beauty Fu", but that Ying Yin promised that if he couldn't do it, he would sell the car and keep her safe.

Yuan Xiao speculated and was uneasy all the way, and mustered up the courage to speak several times, but he didn't say what he thought.

"If you have something to say, say it." Yuan Xiao didn't expect Ying Yin, who was driving seriously, to come up with such a sentence coldly, which scared her waist straight.

"I just wanted to ask why you helped me." Yuan Xiao asked cautiously, with an expectation.

"Because only I can help you." Ying Yin replied as a matter of course, but Yuan Xiao was a little disappointed.

The banks of the Quanhe River are just like the advertisements on TV, the paradise in the city, the neat villas, without the oppression of high-rise buildings, Yuan Xiao just entered it, and his mood improved. Yuan Xiao looked around, just like Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden, sighing and sighing.

"Here we are." Yingyin slowed down next to a small garden, and before the car was parked, Yuan Xiao couldn't wait to get out of the car.

Yingyin's home is in the innermost part of the Quanhe River, facing the Quanhe River, whether it is a house or a small garden, it is much larger than other villas.

"Ya, so rich, you actually live in my broken temple." Yuan Xiao stood at the door of the villa, looking up at the red eaves, every layer of glass was clean and bright, and he couldn't help complaining.

Ying Yin didn't hear it, he was sent by Yuan Xiao to pick up the backpack left in the car. Just when Yuan Xiao was full of emotion, an old man with crane hair and silver silk walked out of the villa, although his face was old, but his body was tough, his back was straight, and he walked towards Yuan Xiao.

"Miss Yuan Yuan, Miss Yuan Yuan, are you awake? It's so good, it's so good, God opens his eyes, so that the good people of the son have a good reward. The old man looked at Yuan Xiao's excited incoherent speech, and cried with joy as he spoke. Such an abrupt thing made Yuan Xiao stunned.

"Grandpa, I'm not a Yuan Yuan, you talk well, don't cry?" Yuan Xiao had never encountered such a thing, he was at a loss, and he didn't know how to speak and explain, after all, it was an old man standing in front of him. However, Yuan Xiao also began to wonder who Yuan Yuan was, which made Ying Yin forget, and also made an old man affectionate.

"You're not Miss Yuan Yuan?" The old man looked at Yuan Xiao in astonishment, looked around Yuan Xiao, and still couldn't believe Yuan Xiao's words, "Didn't you come back with Childe?" The old man asked vigilantly, if it wasn't Miss Yuan Yuan, if it wasn't for the son who brought it over, then who was standing in front of him? Thinking about the people who chased and killed the son for so many years, the old man's heart couldn't help but tighten.

"Grandpa, is the son you said Yingyin" Yuan Xiao tried very hard to pull out a smile, but it was too far-fetched, and she didn't want to believe it.

"Yes." The old man replied seriously.

Yuan Xiao twitched, and Gongzi's hidden payment was like a spell in her brain, and it couldn't be dispersed. She glanced at the old man again, and kept comforting herself in her heart, the old man was just a housekeeper, just a housekeeper.

"Grandpa, what age are you, you are still called a son and a young lady, if Yingyin bullies you, what are you unspeakable, just tell me, I will expose him for you and accuse him of abusing the elderly." Although Yuan Xiao had countless question marks in his heart, the old man hit it off at first sight, without the slightest sense of unfamiliar distance, and calmed down, but became a little closer.

The old man was shocked by Yuanxiao's words. There was a mist in the eyes. How many years have I not heard such words. At that time, Miss Yuan Yuan said like this, "Yuan Songzi, if you are secretly bullying you, just tell me, I will teach her a lesson for you." Miss Yuan Yuan's smile seemed to be still in front of her, that softness, that kindness, and as clear as ever.

"Aren't you really Miss Yuan Yuan? I'm Yuan Songzi, I'm the scholar next to Gongzi back then, you don't recognize me, I'm just getting old, you try to think about it. ”

Yuan Songzi was emotional, for thousands of years, he was too lonely, especially for decades, he often dreamed of the past, and he wanted to see his old friends too much. However, those old friends who are dead and not even ashes are left, where do they meet, I am afraid that they still have to go to the underworld to catch up. The woman in front of him looked exactly the same as Miss Yuan Yuan, although her personalities were not different, but she was talking the same thing, how could he believe that it was not Miss Yuan Yuan herself standing in front of him! Perhaps, just amnesia.

Childe is a sword cultivator, but he has always been a three-legged cat kung fu, unable to comprehend the essence of it, and finally relied on an elixir to live until now, and the elixir is not as magical as the legend, but it slows down the speed of aging, not only can not keep the youth forever but also can not escape death. Perhaps, some people will think that it is enough to live so long. However, the side effects of elixirs vary from person to person.

Miss Yuan Yuan, who took the elixir with him, never woke up again, when she saw her a hundred years ago, she was still asleep, only a faint breath reminded him and Childe that the person on the bed was not a dead thing.

Yuan Songzi woke up from the memory, looked at Yuan Xiao's eyes, and was a little more affectionate. Yuan Xiao was creepy when Yuan Songzi looked at it, although Yuan Songzi was very affinity, but being watched by such an old man with such a sixtieth birthday, it wouldn't feel too good anyway.

"I'm really not Yuan Yuan, my name is Yuan Xiao. I don't know anything about any other scholar or something. Yuan Xiao hurriedly corrected, but his brain flashed, and a smile piled up on his face, "Unless you tell me, who Yuan Yuan is, and why are you Yingyin's scholar, scholar, isn't that just ancient?" In the end, Yuan Xiao still didn't ask whether Ying Yin was a sword cultivator, I don't know why, whether Ying Yin was or not, she wanted to hear Ying Yin answer in person.

"Ahem." Just when Yuan Songzi was about to answer Yuan Xiao, Ying Yin appeared in time and interrupted him. "How could she be Yuan Yuan, even if Yuan Yuan lost her memory, she wouldn't be so bad." In the next sentence, Yuan Xiao was directly beaten to the bottom.

It only took a moment for Yuan Xiao's face to turn pale, she was so bad, in Yingyin's heart.

Yuan Songzi wanted to say something, but was looked at by Yingyin's sharp eyes, and he stopped. But the humble expression on his face fell on Yuan Xiao's eyes, and the answer was already in his heart.