"Leave him alone, this old thing has reached its end, and it will surely die. Hurry up and get the bride back!" Chu Qitian shouted angrily.

whoosh whoosh~

As soon as the words fell, all the strong people here rushed out, and chased madly towards the direction where An Qi was thrown.

After everyone left, Nuo Lao was the only one left in this world, standing alone and desolately.

Looking at the distant front with the muddy old eyes, it seems to have pierced through time and space through the ages.

"Come~"

"Old Nuo, come and see."

"Look at my daughter, how beautiful~"

That year, the breeze was pleasant, the sun was just right, and a young child was born.

That is the best gift from God to them.

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"Grandpa Nuo, look at me, look at me."

"Look at the sketch I drew for you."

"It's very similar~"

"This is Angie's first painting."

"I'm going to put you up and hang it on the wall~"

That year, An Qi had just entered kindergarten and drew her first chapter portrait sketch.

Looking at the portrait on the wall that looks like a posthumous photo, the old man didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

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"Grandpa Nuo, why don't they like me? Why don't they play with me~"

"They all bully An Qi~"

"Woo woo woo~"

That year, An Qi came back from school with her schoolbag on her back and her eyes were red and swollen.

Crying pear blossoms bring rain.

But Nuo Lao's heart was broken.

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The past is like a tide, sweeping from the depths of the years.

Those piles, one by one, were like old slides, displayed frame by frame in front of Nuo Lao's eyes.

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The wind is cold and the sun is shining like blood. JrNovels.com