Listening to Grandma Zheng telling her story, Yang Liu couldn't help but put herself into it.

It's not that he puts himself in his shoes, but the sense of time that pulls him into the whisper of memory.

Yang Liu even had an illusion, as if he had returned to the evenings ten years ago...

At that time, he and his sister moved a small chair and sat in the yard to enjoy the shade. Their grandparents stroked their heads and talked about the past with a smile.

They are also as gentle and unhurried as Grandma Zheng, making people very comfortable.

In the prime of life, those experiences... are experienced by everyone.

And their green years, buried deep in the long river of time, fell into the ears of the two teenagers at that time, and they were as novel as novels.

Grandma Zheng and Yang Liu's grandparents are not much different in age, and the stories they tell about their eras are always somewhat similar.

It is precisely because of this similarity that an unexplained kindness arises and is established in Yangliu's heart.

Just talk and talk like this, the game of chess took more than half an hour to end.

By this time it was almost getting dark, and Grandma Zheng was a little sleepy, so she stopped raining.

She thought of something interesting.

Then he mustered up his energy, pulled out a simple wooden box from the bookcase, and opened it.

Then he took out a handful of letters and handed them to Yang Liu and the others, "Since we are talking about my wife, grandma will show you our love letters. After so many years, we will always be lonely. Once we are lonely, we want to share something..."

Yang Liu and the others took it carefully.

Open the letter.

Watched it with interest.

These love letters were not as passionate as Yang Liu imagined, but were as moist and silent as the wind in the mountains.

It's like a deep love that naturally grows stronger, and then is carefully managed and cherished.

There was one letter he liked very much.

It is written like this: [There are two kinds of people, one kind of people have past events, and the other kind of people have no past events.

People who have memories of the past love life and deeply regret the passing of time. Therefore, with a special kind of love, they treasure everything they have experienced in the barn of their souls.

What in the world is not the past?

Everything I saw, heard, and experienced at this moment was fleeting and became a thing of the past.

Therefore, those who cherish the past will look at everything with love, at the wheat fields that are about to be harvested, the trees that are losing their leaves... and you who are young and lively!]

There are many more love letters like this.

Maybe being as plain as water is the essence of deep love.

Those strong passions never last long.

Time will consume all enthusiasm.

Only those mellow words of nostalgia and cuddling can better show the tenderness of each other.

Zhou Huanhuan breathed a sigh of relief after reading the letter, and just stared at Yangliu stupidly without saying anything.

Yang Liu tried his best to remain calm.

She sighed, turned her head, and returned her attention to the beautiful fonts.

They all say words are like people.

It's not that the appearance and soul are similar.

But the innocent heart is always the same.

No matter whether the innocent heart is directed towards good or evil, its goal is generally full of sincerity.

Yang Yiyi seemed very heartless at this time. She just savored the charm of the words, but never thought about things like love.

in her heart.

Perhaps only family love is eternal.

The performance and expressions of the three people all fell in the eyes of Grandma Zheng.

She has seen a lot from it.

The insights into people's hearts that her long years have given her are often so sharp and sharp.

She felt sorry for the girl Huan for no reason, and thought that she had to do something.

So before parting, she specifically asked for Yang Liu's contact information in the name of a heart-to-heart talk.

Yang Liu will naturally not refuse.

Hand over your address and mobile phone number.

It is always very convenient to take a taxi in scenic spots, and soon Yang Liu will be on his way home.

As the night got darker, Yang Liu and her sister returned home before ten o'clock.

After chatting with her aunt for a while, talking about the day's itinerary, and taking a hot bath, Yang Liu fell asleep quickly.

The crossroad outside Fenggun Community.

Two young men squatted on the stone fence.

One has handsome eyebrows, fair and delicate skin, and is as beautiful as a man.

He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a sallow complexion and a thin body. The two qualities work together to make him honest and honest at the same time, but also weak at the same time.

The man with thick eyebrows and big eyes took a puff of smoke and said: "Chen Sheng, do you think this guy named Yang Liu is worth our trip?"

Chen Sheng put his hands in his pockets, "Zhang Shitie, if you think about it, we are interested in his weirdness, not him as a person. We don't need to care about his talent."

"In my opinion, there's nothing special about him."

"If you follow everything, the world will become hopeless."

Chen Sheng began to curse, "The organization will not target without reason. The weirdness hidden in Yangliu is only just beginning to show up now. When we recruit him and find out more, it will definitely be a big help to our organization in the future."

Zhang Shitie scratched his head.

He still couldn't figure out the reason.

But the organization's orders are never given without reason.

He simply didn't care so much.

"If those old guys don't come forward themselves, we will do everything!"

Chen Sheng dug into Zhang Shitie's arms and took out a pack of cigarettes. He opened it and found that there were no cigarettes left.

He immediately became angry, "Zhang Shitie, your pack of cigarettes was gone after you bought it half a day ago?"

Zhang Shitie blew out a smoke ring and said, "This is what I like. It won't hurt if I smoke more."

"Sooner or later I'll beat you to death."

"Death? I've never been afraid of this."

It's really a stone in a latrine.

Smelly and hard.

"It doesn't matter if you die, but don't let me smoke second-hand smoke all the time! You feel good, but I am the one who is hurt the most!"

Zhang Shitie said disgustedly: "Oh, you are so annoying. Why don't you just stay away from me when I smoke?"

"I won't do the mission with you next time."

"Stop talking nonsense and let's talk about it. Should we call that kid out and kidnap him directly, or should we pay him a visit?"

Chen Sheng curled his lips, "Of course it was you who summoned me. You are not afraid of people even if you come to visit me in the middle of the night."

"It's really annoying to have to use weird power again."

"Didn't you complete a C-level summoning mission last time? The accumulated physical reserves are enough for you to use thirty-eight or nine times, right?"

Zhang Shitie shook his thick eyebrows and asked: "Thirty-eight or nine times is a lot?"

"There are quite a few."

"Some weird incidents require the use of weird power ten or eight times from contact to resolution. What's more, this is not solving the weird incident. It's such a waste."

Chen Sheng rolled his eyes at him and said, "Hurry up and do it. Don't you find it annoying to be verbose?"

"Sometimes I really want to beat you up!"

"Have you ever beaten me?"

Zhang Shitie snorted softly, "You should be lucky that you are still intact now."

After saying that, he stopped talking.

His expression became solemn.

【spiritualism】
To be continued...