At this moment, she only sighed that there were such pleasing people in this world.

"Yue'er, look, this man is Ye Xuan, your father, this woman is your mother." Ye Han looked at the two of them, commemorating the warmth of family affection, moistening his eyes.

While thinking, he smiled and said, "Look at them, are they very compatible?"

"Yeah." Ye Xiyue nodded heavily, "It looks so good."

What she said is good-looking is not only the appearance of two people, but the overall artistic conception of the painting.

"It's a pity..." Ye Han's eyes were red, his hands holding the portrait trembled, "They are both gone."

Ye Xiyue took a breath of pain. Grandpa had fought countless wars in his life, but in the end, it was white people who gave black people.

The eldest uncle Ye Yan and his wife, Ye Qingya's parents, were arranged to guard the city on the frontier for official duties some time ago, but have not returned yet.

After all, grandpa should not have lived as easy as it seems over the years.

Every day, I have to live in the pain of losing my son, which is a speechless torture for him.

"Grandpa, if parents and the others are still here, they will definitely not want to see you so unhappy." Ye Xiyue comforted, "Even if it is for them, we must calm down and face every day calmly."

Ye Han suddenly held Ye Xiyue's hand. He held it so hard. Looking at her carefully, it seemed as if he saw her mother back then: "Yue'er, do you know that you look similar to your mother.

When I was young, others said that you looked like your father. Later, my grandfather watched you grow up slowly, but she really changed her life. Now you are so beautiful and you are so beautiful that you can retreat with your mother."

The first time I learned about my father and mother from my grandfather, Ye Xiyue was a little expectant. Is she and her mother looking similar?

It's a pity that she has never seen that beautiful woman at first sight...

"Yue'er..." Ye Han seemed to have thought of something, and he was a little reluctant to speak.

"Grandpa, what do you want to say?"

"Have you ever thought about it if your mother was still alive..."

"My mother is not dead?" Ye Xiyue's emotions suddenly became energetic, "But when I was three years old, my father fought on the battlefield and sacrificed his life for the country. Didn't my mother die for love and leave with her father?"

"Yes." Ye Han's eyes gradually became extremely dim, "I'm thinking too much about everything. Why would your mother still be alive? If she was alive, how could she be willing to not come back to see you?"

"Grandpa, are you hiding something from me? My mother, did you really die of love for your father?" She asked with a heart and asked very seriously.

Ye Han covered the unnatural in his eyes, "Your mother is indeed a strong woman with a strong personality and a perfect talk. Moreover, she loves your father very much. They were envied by many people. Later, after your father sacrificed his life for the country, your mother sat blankly every day. At that time, you were only two years old. She sat for a day, and her eyes never left you until one day..."

Ye Xiyue's heart was tightly held, "How will it be one day?"

"Your mother carried you to the cliff. The wind on that day was so big that it was so big that people couldn't even open their eyes."
Chapter completed!