"That girl Yuner, don't you know what happened?"

"In the ancestral land, I have been staying for half a year, and there is still no movement."

While pouring water, the old man murmured preoccupiedly.

Finally, he shook his head and let out a long sigh.

"Now these juniors are really more worry-free than each other~"

The old man smiled helplessly, and then he didn't think about it again, and continued to fiddle with the flowers, plants, fruits and vegetables under his command.

When a person is old, although he has no pursuit, he still has to find something for himself to do.

Otherwise, how to pass the time of each day?

However, just as the old man finished pouring half of the bucket of water, there were a few weak footsteps outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, the gate of the house was knocked.

Then, a mournful call seemed to sound from the depths of the long river of time, and almost instantly, it hit the old man's whole heart.

"Too...too grandma, the unfilial son Chu...Chutian...Fan... came to see you~"

.....

The voice was weak and powerless, but when it fell to the old man's ears, it sounded like thunder.

In an instant, the old man's ears were filled with the bitter voices outside the door.

"This... this is..."

"Xiao... Xiaofan?"

The old man froze in place, as if struck by lightning.

The old body trembled immediately.

The ladle used for watering also fell to the ground with a bang, and the sweet well water spilled all over the ground.

After a brief absence, the old man immediately stepped forward, ran to the door as fast as he could, and opened the door of the Chu family's old house.

The moment the door opened, the old man could only see Ye Fan, who was covered in a mess, lying powerlessly on the ground, dying, like a candle in the wind, which seemed to be extinguished in the next moment.

"Xiao...Xiaofan, is...really you?"

Seeing the young man in front of him, the old man couldn't help himself anymore.

Her words trembled, and she burst into tears in an instant.

And Ye Fan raised his head hard, and shouted at the old man again: "Too...too grandma~"

The voice was so weak that almost the sound of the wind could bury it.

After finishing speaking, the boy made no more sound, and fell down there directly.

Deep in his body, the overwhelming sense of weakness swept over his entire body like a surging river.

Relying on his own perseverance, Ye Fan finally fell down after holding on for so long. JrNovels.com