"Little Creek?"

The distant mountains seemed to be thinking.

"I don't know her! My granddaughter is only Wenwen!no, no!" he shook his head, "and Weiwei!" he said.

"Uncle, how can you not know her?"

Siqi was a little anxious, but remembering that he was an amnesiac person, he calmed himself.

"Of course, she lived in the United States when she was a child and didn't grow up with you. But when you were sick a few years ago, the whole family came back! He said.

"But I still don't know her!" said Yuanshan stubbornly.

"Ever heard of a scientist's argument for the human heart?"

"Oh?"

Yuanshan tilted his head slightly, staring at him, as if waiting to hear what he said about the scientist's argument.

"Scientists say that when a person encounters an unexpected event or a major emotional blow, the hormone will be oversecreted, and the heart's ability to beat will suddenly weaken, causing symptoms similar to heart attacks. This is what is usually called heartbreak!"

Yuanshan listened very carefully, with a look full of judgment.

"Uncle, not only did you forget your niece Xiaoxi, who loved you, but you didn't recognize her, which would make her sad...... It's going to break her heart!"

Siqi seemed a little sad when he said this.

"When you see your future nephew and son-in-law, you lose your temper so much and get so excited, your heart will also have problems!"

Yuan Shan was stunned, his two not too tame thick eyebrows were tangled, and his eyes stared at Siqi suspiciously.

Seeing that Yuanshan's expression changed, Siqi's heart relaxed, and he remembered the novel written by his mother that fell to the ground.

He wanted to pick up the book on the ground.

He had just bent down and stretched out his hand, but Yuanshan seemed to have already seen his intentions, and with a shout of "Stop!", he stopped Siqi's outstretched hands. As for Yuanshan himself, he turned his wheelchair and came to Siqi's approach, taking the novel in his hand. He took the novel in his hand, looked at the cover of the novel, and stared at every word on the cover for a long time...... For a long time...... Suddenly, his eyes became very gentle, and they were full of dreamlike colors and brilliance.

A rare smile also appeared on his face. And this smile, from his lips, face, and body, exuded a spring breeze, making him spring breeze.

He put the book on his chest and muttered, "This is my ...... Favorite, favorite novel. ”

Siqi looked at the distant mountains, looking at the distant mountains who were still glaring angrily one moment ago, but full of tenderness the next moment, for a while, he couldn't speak, couldn't think, only felt full of sourness, and a little bit of a feeling of wanting to cry.

He involuntarily accepted him from the depths of his heart. A lonely man at heart!

He approached the distant mountain and slowly crouched down, and the moment they made eye contact, he was in a trance and confused for a moment. Because, the domineering distant mountain, looking at him at this moment is also gentle.

He stretched out his arms and wrapped his arms around the wheelchair-bound Aoyama and rested his head on his lap. The moment he came into contact with Toyama's body, he felt the weakness of his body and the thinness of his arms.

Could it be that this domineering old man, his vitality is not strong?

Siqi carefully looked at the distant mountains, and under his all-white hair, what he saw was: still cold and handsome, well-defined face!

Oh, he's a — looks like an old man, looks closely — and is still pretty!

"Uncle ......"

Siqi softly called to the distant mountains.

"Shall we go to the brook and find your niece, shall we? she cried to see you as soon as she returned, and if it had not been for the aunt who stopped her and said that you were sleeping, she would have rushed into the house to find you. ”

Siqi said as he turned to the back of the wheelchair.

"Xiaoxi is in the kitchen with her aunt now, let's go find her, okay?"

Yuan Shan did not answer, nor objected, he turned his head and raised his face, staring at Siqi intently, with a deep confusion in his eyes.

"Uncle, if you turn your head back, you'll be tired. ”

Siqi gently straightened the head of the distant mountain with his hand.

"Let's go, uncle, let's go to the hall. ”

Siqi pushed Yuanshan in a wheelchair out of the study and into the hall.

"Creek—"

Siqi shouted the name of the creek loudly.

"Hey—it's coming!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiaoxi ran out of the kitchen, but halfway through the run, she suddenly stopped, she looked at Siqi in surprise, and then looked at the distant mountain in her wheelchair.

Two people, no! three people's eyes made eye contact.

The room suddenly became so quiet, so quiet, so quiet...... The quiet atmosphere made Siqi's heart beat faster, and he seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat.

Xiaoxi looked at her uncle excitedly, thinking about the difference between her uncle and a year ago. Seeing her frail, old, and haggard uncle at this time, her heart was sad and shaken.

Tears gleamed in her big beautiful eyes...... She slowly approached the distant mountain and called softly:

"Uncle ......"

Her throat choked.

"Uncle, you...... Are you alright?"

The distant mountains shook for a moment, and he looked at the stream, his eyes were deep and serious. Finally, he spoke, but his voice was cold.

"Who are you? Who are you? Where are you from?"

"Uncle, you ...... Have you really forgotten me? I'm the creek!' the creek took another step forward excitedly.

"Stand there and don't move!"

The distant mountains are still cold.

"Uncle, how can you ...... Forget me?! I'm your niece Creek! A few years ago, my mommy and I came back from the United States, and now, from school. ”

"Why? Why did you come back?!" asked Yuanshan as if he were interrogating a prisoner.

"Because school is on vacation, because I miss you, because this is my home!" Xiaoxi said calmly.

"So, what did you bring back?" asked Yuanshan again.

"I, with my love, sincerely...... Also, I miss my uncle's heart. And ......" she glanced at Siqi. "And my boyfriend, your future nephew and son-in-law!"

Hearing this, Yuan Shan glanced at Siqi and then at the stream, he pointed to the sofa beside him, his hands trembling slightly.

"Girl, sit down, sit down and speak slowly. His voice suddenly became so kind, so soft, as if he had changed people.

"Uncle ......"

Xiaoxi did not sit down, but slowly approached Yuanshan, she leaned up and leaned down, wrapped her arms around Yuanshan's neck, and pressed the little face against his.

"Uncle...... Uncle...... My poor uncle......" murmured to the stream.

"Kid ......"

The voice of the distant mountain sounded very gentle.