When I came to the living room, I saw an old man about **10 years old, with silver hair, wearing a gray and white Tang suit, with a majestic expression, sitting on a mahogany chair with a cane.
Behind him, stood a young man also wearing a Tang suit.
This young man is about 16 years old. He is as tall and tall as a young poplar. His face is delicate and elegant, and his expression is calm. He gives off the air of a noble man from a scholarly family.
If you look carefully, this young man's eyebrows are somewhat similar to Yang Zimei's.
When the old man saw Yang Zimei, his expression became excited and his breathing became rapid. He was about to stand up with his crutches, but hesitated for a moment, then sat down again. Although he was old, he still had sharp eyes, looking at him with complex emotions.
Hold her.
Yang Qing and his wife were a little at a loss on the side.
Seeing Yang Zimei come in, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Niuniu, come here quickly!"
Yang Qing waved to her.
Yang Zimei walked over.
Yang Qing pulled her and whispered, "Maybe someone is coming from grandma's house. Please ask."
Yang Zimei nodded.
She stepped forward and made a cup of tea for the old man and the young man and presented it to them.
The old man watched her making tea skillfully and elegantly with a careful look, with a little admiration and relief.
He took the tea, lowered his head, took a sip, and nodded, "Yeah, not bad."
"Thank you, great-grandpa!"
Yang Zimei roughly knew who this old man was without having to do any calculations.
"You are Xiaohui's granddaughter? Where is Xiaohui? Where is she?"
The old man asked in a somewhat impatient tone, "Go tell her quickly that her father is here and ask her to come out to see me. I won't blame her anymore."
Yang Zimei stood up and was about to go back to the backyard to find her grandma, but she saw her grandma walking out with a slight stagger. With a pop, she knelt in front of the old man, fell on his knees, and cried loudly, "Father!"
Seeing the gray-haired grandma kneeling in front of the old man, crying like a little daughter, Yang Zimei's eyes were sour, but her heart felt strange.
"Xiaohui——"
The old man's hand covered with age spots stretched out tremblingly and touched Zeng Hui's gray and dry hair.
After decades of separation, my daughter's previously dark and silky hair has turned into white hair, and she is now an old man full of wrinkles like myself.
The old man had mixed feelings, burst into tears, and wanted to pull Zeng Hui up.
Zeng Hui refused, with a look of atonement, her eyes lowered with tears, her voice choked with sobs, "Father, my daughter is unfilial!"
"Xiaohui, get up and don't break my father's heart again. My father has never blamed you for what happened back then. He just feels sad for you. Over the years, my father has not been able to find you and let you bear it alone."
So many, sorry."
The old man reached out and touched Zeng Hui's face, which had been sculpted by time and was no longer as beautiful as it once was. His heart ached and sore.
Zeng Hui stood up and sat down beside the old man in a formal manner, twisting the corners of her clothes with her fingers and tears falling continuously.
Seeing her hands that had become rough due to long-term labor, the old man took them again, stretched out his hand to pull up his daughter's hands, rubbed them and looked at them, "My Xiaohui, your hands were so beautiful before, but now they are so beautiful."
How much hardship have you endured to become like this?"
"Look what my father-in-law said, Xiaohui followed me, but she didn't suffer much. I always loved her."
At this time, Grandpa Yang Bai came back at some point. He happened to hear these words and yelled while holding his pipe and belching wine, and then sat down in front of the old man.
