"Xiao Fan, you can hate your grandfather, your uncle, or the clan members of the Chu family."

"However, you can't hate our Chu family, let alone the ancestors of the Chu family."

"You have the blood of your ancestors in your body~"

"Without the sacrifice of the ancestors, there would be no you, no your father, no glory of the Chu family now, and no infinite power in the future~"

"Remember, no matter what happens in the future, don't forget that your surname is Chu."

"The surname of Chu is passed down to the ancestors."

"One day, you will know what kind of weight this surname has in this world~"

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"And, Xiaofan."

"Remember, no matter where you go in the future, what difficulties and dangers you encounter."

"Grandma's place is your eternal destination and harbor."

"With grandma here, no matter what danger you encounter, I will protect you well!"

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This is what the old lady said to Ye Fan when he came here for the last time after he was expelled from the Chu family.

In Ye Fan's memory, his great-grandmother was really like a fairy, omnipotent.

It can make dead trees spring, can make rivers flow again, and can make cats and dogs come back to life.

When he was a child, whenever he encountered setbacks, he would go to the old lady.

No matter how big the problem is, once in the hands of his great-grandmother, it will be solved easily.

From childhood to adulthood, that kind old man was always in Ye Fan's memory, shining faintly.

He always felt that grandma was omnipotent!

Perhaps, it was the dependence he had cultivated since he was a child that made Ye Fan choose to return to the original place of memory when he was in a desperate situation. Also, where the dream begins.

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In the old house, there is a quiet and peaceful scene.

It is already May, the trees are lush, and the two pomegranate trees in front of the door are blooming with charming stamens.

On the left side of the courtyard, there is also a vegetable field, where common dishes in the countryside such as leeks and beans are grown.

Beside the vegetable field, a black Chinese pastoral dog is lying on the ground, squinting and dozing.

At this time, in the courtyard, there was an old woman with gray hair, but her complexion was still round. She was obviously in her seventies, but her spirit was still hale and hearty.

She was carrying a bucket of water and was watering the vegetables in her vegetable fields, taking care of the seedlings like she was taking care of her own children.

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