While Mr. Yan was playing chess, he saw his granddaughter standing behind him at some point.
"Grandpa, I have to go on a long trip, and I may not be able to come back in time to celebrate the New Year with you."
Originally, this year, they planned to invite the Yan family from the imperial capital to come together, mainly to discuss visiting the graves of Yan Tingxuan and Yan Ruyu.
Now that everyone can face the grief of losing a child, it's time to visit the child's grave.
"where are you going?"
Mr. Yan finally noticed something was wrong, made a hasty move, and turned to look at Manshu.
Her eyes were red and she looked like she had cried.
"Did something happen?"
Before Manshu could answer, the old man asked again.
"Um."
Manshu was struggling with how to tell the old man about this.
But the old man had already figured it out: "Is it Yan Zhan who is in trouble?"
Except for Yan Zhan, no one else thought about it.
In addition to his own job, Yan Zhan is the president of the company and also works part-time.
He had been aware of it for a long time, but he had never interfered or even asked.
A child who has had a secret since his age, can he ask about that secret?
Besides, Yan Zhan sometimes gets some passes very quickly, as if the authorities have been opening the door for him. Mr. Yan knows that his adopted son is not an easy person.
Oh, no, he is now his grandson-in-law and can no longer be called his adopted son.
"Uncle San's mission this time is quite difficult, and he is now trapped in the virgin forest."
How many virgin forests are there?
When Mr. Yan heard this, he stood up suddenly.
"You mean, he is trapped in the forest where Tingxuan and Ruyu went?"
There are more than just dangers there, every plant and tree can kill people.
He recalled that his eldest son and daughter-in-law were eaten by wild beasts until only their remains were left, and he could not hide his grief.
"Manman, are you sure A-Zhan is trapped there?"
Manshu nodded: "Grandpa, as you know, Third Uncle has his own mission. Where he goes is not his own decision."
"It's that place again. Your parents have already...are you still going there now?"
"Aren't you afraid that not only will you not be able to save the person, but you will also risk your own life?"
Mr. Yan's face was expressionless at this time, showing no emotion or anger at all.
"Manshu, have you ever thought that neither your grandma nor I can afford to lose you?"
"We, the white-haired people, gave away the black-haired people, and we have already given away your parents."
"Now you have to take risks, have you thought about the consequences?"
Manshu was silent, and she knew that what the old man said was true.
"I've thought about it, but I can't leave Third Uncle alone. Grandpa, I love you, and I love him too."
This is a difficult decision.
He loves you so much and you love him too!
Knowing that he couldn't stop it, he could only wave his hand: "Okay, you go ahead, I can't control you."
The old man's shoulders slumped, as if he had aged ten years overnight.
You know, if Manshu cannot come back this time, he will not only lose his only granddaughter, but also an adopted son of more than ten years.
To the old man, he was like a lonely star with a tough life, killing everyone.
"Grandpa, I'm sorry."
Manshu knelt down and kowtowed three times to the old man.
"I will definitely bring my third uncle back safely!"
Mr. Yan patted his granddaughter on the shoulder: "Go and come back alive."