Zhong Lingxin was stared at by such a pair of eyes at this time, and felt a familiar sense of oppression.

She felt like she was facing another Song Sizhao, but with a hint of blood.

Zhong Lingxin suddenly lowered his eyebrows, and occasionally secretly raised his eyes to look at this legendary figure.

His body was a little emaciated, but his expression was unusually solemn.

His back was straight, he sat upright all the time, and he maintained a demeanor peculiar to a soldier.

Perhaps because he has been so serious for many years, there are two deep nasolabial folds at the corners of his mouth, which makes his expression look a little rigid.

It's just that the inexplicable feeling of oppression went down those sharp eyes, wrapping around her like vines, making her a little breathless.

Lin Bangguo seemed to sense Zhong Lingxin's discomfort and quickly looked away.

His gaze circled over the two of them a few times, and finally stopped at the clenched hands.

Lin Bangguo was stunned for a moment, and was speechless for a while.

It's just that under his eyelids there is a pair of charcoal-like points of light, burning silently.

"Stinky boy, I thought you had forgotten to have my grandfather. Did Song Sizhao's stinky girl tell you? Didn't I tell her not to say it? One by one, they were disobedient from childhood to adulthood. ”

The old man's voice was sonorous at first, but gradually became hoarse and low, with a hint of panting.

Lin Yincheng's expressionless face showed a touch of distress.

Last year, he was still full of momentum when he spoke, and his face was also full of energy.

It's just half a year, how did the people who were good at the beginning become like this.

A thought couldn't help but flash through Lin Yincheng's mind.

The quarrel that day was not intentionally driven away by his grandfather, in order to prevent him from facing life and death again.

Lin Yincheng stood beside the bed in a daze, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, and he looked at Lin Bangguo fixedly.

The expression on his face did not change in the slightest.

But the strength of holding Zhong Lingxin's hand was a little heavier, and it even made her feel a little pain.

Lin Yincheng lowered his eyes lightly, and his long eyelashes blocked the shallow light in his eyes.

Like a childish child, he said in a trembling voice:

"Old man, I don't want you to go, don't leave me, okay?"

Hearing this, the tip of Lin Bangguo's nose was sour, and he almost swallowed it with the sourness in his throat.

Lin Bangguo's eyes were red, and he stared at the child in front of him who was begging not to leave.

He couldn't help but secretly sigh that he finally had the face to see his son who died young.

He has always known that this child seems to be heartless and ruthless, but in fact, his heart is simple and ignorant.

Now he has finally learned to express his feelings, and he has a touch of human warmth.

And not, as before, as if a robot without emotions - .

Lin Bangguo looked at the little girl who was holding hands with Lin Yincheng, his eyes were full of complexity.

It must be because of this person that he has changed.

To Lin Bangguo's secret delight, he clearly and definitely saw that there was light in the girl's eyes, and what was circulating in them was not disgust or fear, but vaguely a kind of distress and love.

He didn't know if she knew what was going on with the poor child,

Whether she accepts it or not, he still has to be a bad guy for his grandson.

"Bastard, what nonsense. How can anyone not die? Your grandfather and I have lived enough, and now we are going underground to reunite with your grandmother. It's too late for me to be happy, what are you doing with a sad face. ”

Lin Bangguo patted Lin Yincheng's hand and said in an irrefutable tone: "You go out first, and I will talk to this girl alone." ”

Lin Yincheng's pupils constricted, and his whole body stiffened.

His eyes were full of surprise and a hint of fear.

Lin Bangguo saw that his grandson frowned, and his face was full of displeasure.

He couldn't help laughing and poked his head in tears.

"Don't worry, your grandfather, I don't eat people."

Lin Yincheng's footsteps never moved, just stood dry.

The corners of Zhong Lingxin's mouth moved, and a trace of discomfort flashed in his eyes.

She silently gave Lin Yincheng a reassuring look, and scratched his cold palm with her fingertips.

Lin Yincheng avoided her gaze, his clear eyes fluctuated twice under his long eyelashes, and his Adam's apple rolled a little.

After a long while, Lin Yincheng reluctantly let go of his hand, and slowly moved his steps like a snail to leave the room.

He gently closed the bedroom door and leaned against the wall by the door in despair.

The sound of the conversation between the two of them was small, but it struck his eardrums like a morning bell and a dusk drum.

Lin Bangguo boasted that he had seen too many people over the years, ups and downs.

He could see at a glance that his grandson cared about this little girl very much, and it could be said that his love was deep-rooted.

This girl doesn't look very old, her face looks white and tender, compared with her grandson, the facial features are really not very beautiful, more than delicate, not enough beautiful, but when combined, it makes people feel comfortable.

Only those eyes made him, a person who has experienced the sword mountain and the sea of fire very familiar to him, which is a sense of vicissitudes after experiencing difficult years.

This little girl gave him a very conflicted feeling, and she was also a person with a story.

For some reason, being looked at by the old man in front of him who had only appeared in the news, Zhong Lingxin subconsciously straightened his waist and did not squint.

Her heart suddenly went up and down, as if she was being inspected by the leader.

Lin Bangguo patted the chair next to him, and his voice softened unconsciously.

"Girl, sit here and talk to me, an old man."

Zhong Lingxin's body froze, and before she could react, her body was like a robot hearing the command, and she automatically stepped out and sat next to the old man.

The corners of Lin Bangguo's mouth were slightly hooked, a faint smile appeared inadvertently under his eyes, and even the deep wrinkles on his face softened a little.

"Do you like him?"

After saying this unspeakable sentence, Lin Bangguo twitched the corners of his mouth a little awkwardly.

But he had to find out if the silly boy and the girl were in love, or else what he was going to say would be meaningless.

Lin Bangguo's eyebrows were full of loneliness, and he sighed silently.

Infatuation is the most hurtful.

He didn't want his grandson to suffer as well.

Zhong Lingxin was also stunned by this sudden question.

She just wanted to comfort her friend, how did it feel like meeting her parents.

After this thought flashed, Zhong Lingxin's whole person was not good.

She frowned slightly, and a hint of discomfort flashed in her eyes.

She was thinking about this question seriously at the moment, so she had to remain silent.