When July walked to the car, Fu Yan inside had already pushed open the car door.

She smiled and looked at him, leaned over and sat in.

Fu Yan glanced at the yard outside the car window: "Have you left?"

"Let's go."

Hearing Chen Chu's words, Fu Yan let Yang Tongguang in front of him start the car.

Fu Wenpei in front saw the gesture and started the car and drove forward.

Fu Yan looked at Chen Chu beside him, "Don't you really take Mr. Li to Lincheng?"

Chen Chu shook his head: "Forget it, he has lived here for most of his life."

As she said that, she smiled: "What's more, I'm not happy to care about him because I'm not a close friend or a bad old man!"

As soon as the car started, another thunder sounded, and then a "thunderous" raindrop fell on the car.

Fu Yan looked out the car window again. Old Man Li, who was drinking tea in the main house, stood up and walked to the threshold of the main house to look at their car.

Fu Yan hesitated for a moment: "Don't you look back and take a look?"

Hearing his words, Chen Chu laughed, "What are you looking back? Look at that old man?"

Fu Yan nodded: "He is watching you."

"I know, that old man is just talking and quarrel."

Chen Chu said, blinking his eyes, and couldn't help it, and turned his head to take a look.

It was just that the rain was too heavy, and she could not see anything except the rain curtain.

Old Man Li couldn't see it, even the sound of the car's engine was covered by the heavy rain.

The room suddenly became quiet. He took a step forward, trying to see it clearly, but he still couldn't see anything.

The sound of rain and lightning were intertwined. He lived in this old house for more than 30 years. He was always pure and uninhabited, until the shameless girl, who didn't know how to respect the elderly and love the young, would shout at all. He is an old man.

Now that she has finally left, he has returned to purity, but the sound of rain makes the room look a little depressed.

Old Man Li raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, turned around, and saw the note on the ground. His mouth moved, and finally he bent over and picked it up.

There is a string of numbers above, nothing.

"Stupid girl!"

He cursed, walked back and sat down again, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, but the tea was already cold and it was so refreshing that it was soaking in his throat.

Old Man Li swept the oil-paper umbrella leaning against the door, loosened his hand, and the teacup fell directly to the table.

He looked at the oil paper umbrella, looked for a long time, felt bored, closed the door, turned around and went back to his room, put up the window, lay on the rocking chair, and looked at the osmanthus tree outside the window.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. He seemed to hear the stinky girl shouting to herself: "Old man, don't even have an umbrella in the house? How do you let me go out with such a heavy rain?"

"Old man, it's going to rain heavily, so you can't walk a few steps faster?"

"Old man, can your umbrella block the rain? Don't you use it to fool me, right?"

"Old man, your broken house won't leak, right?"

"Old man..."

Old Man Li opened his eyes and realized that it was a big dream. There was no July. The room was very dark and the sky outside was raining for no time.

He stared at the osmanthus tree in a daze, and suddenly felt that his life was too long.

But he promised her that he would live to a hundred years old. He could not keep this vow, and he would have the face to see her in the future.
Chapter completed!