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An elegant but delicate figure greeted him.

Nangong Yun grabbed the old man's arm for a moment, and changed his voice: "Grandpa." ”

glanced sideways at Bei Kuangri again, and called obediently: "Uncle." ”

Bei Kuangri nodded and smiled lightly.

"Good." The old man looked at these juniors and subordinates, and Lang Lang laughed twice.

"Alright, alright, don't salute, do what you need to do."

Then everyone saluted again, and everyone who had something to do withdrew, and went about their business.

Only a few subordinates were left, and the old lady and Nangong Yun followed.

Everyone left, and the place was cleared, and the old lady and Nangong Yun helped the old man to continue walking towards the hall.

Before he reached the door, the old man habitually looked over the beaks of the few pots of parrots not far away.

Suddenly, a figure came into view.

Standing behind the flowers, the breeze blew and blew her long hair that fell naturally.

The wisps, fluttering, indescribable fresh and pure beauty, and a trace of beauty in the sun.

Such a familiar taste, such a familiar figure, he has been reading for more than ten years, and often dreams back at midnight because of her absence, and the little guy who worries his lungs.

His ghost, the purest and most pitiful child in his life......

"You'er ......"

The old man suddenly stopped, and his whole face changed.

Without waiting for the old lady to react, he broke free of her hand and walked briskly in the direction of the flowerpot.

The sudden change was unexpected by everyone for a while.

Everyone was stunned, looking at the old man, and couldn't react at all.

The old man walked so fast, and everyone was terrified, for fear that he would fall.

The old lady was the first to react and hurriedly followed.

"What's the matter, you go slowly, be careful!"

But even though she quickened her pace, she still didn't catch up with the old man.

In the blink of an eye, the old man had come to Bailixia's side.

A pair of trembling hands reached out, about to touch the girl in front of them.

But when his hand reached into the air, he stopped abruptly.

From a distance, it looks like a god, and when you look closely, the difference is still very big, isn't it...... The same person.

Only then did the old man see clearly that this figure was not the one he had always missed.

This girl is just quiet with Beiqing, and she looks a little similar.

At the beginning, these pots of parrot beaks were brought back from abroad and specially given to the old man.

Later, Bei Qingyou often stood here and took care of these flowers.

It's just that since she died later, the name of Bei Qingyou has become a taboo in this family, and no one has mentioned it for many years.

Only the old man, whenever he sees these two pots of flowers, he thinks of her.

Others were afraid that he would think about things and people and wanted to throw away the flowers, but he also gave a death order and resolutely did not allow it.

At this moment, the old man would be wrong and recognize Bailixia as her.

"You are ......" Looking at Bailixia, the old man's voice was still a little excited.

Looking at the old man who suddenly came over, Bailixia was also stunned.

Looking at her relatives so closely, especially, seeing the longing and pity in his eyes, for a while, she was so excited that she forgot to answer.

It wasn't until Mu Xiaoyao behind her gently pushed her that Bai Lixia regained consciousness.

Hurriedly bent down and saluted the old man, "Good master." ”

She wanted to call her grandfather, but she couldn't reveal the slightest bit of information until everything was clear.