After flipping through the pages, Han Qianqian picked up one of the photos.

It's a group photo.

In the photo, a young man and woman are holding their infant child, both smiling.

The look between the eyebrows is somewhat similar to that of Han Qianqian today.

"dad…"

"Mother…"

Han Qianqian shouted twice silently.

Her white fingers were caressing the photo.

She grew up with her grandfather Han Yumiao since she was a child. In her memory, she has almost no impression of her parents.

This only photo is left as a spiritual sustenance.

Han Qianqian took out the photo from the album.

Just as he was about to put it in his bag, he held back.

I couldn't help but glance outside the door.

In fact, she knew as soon as she walked in,

Everywhere in the whole house is the same as before, except for the drawer where the photo album is stored, which is full of traces of being opened and closed repeatedly.

She could imagine it.

On weekdays, Han Yumiao must often sit in the same position as she does now,

Look through these photos.

a moment of silence,

Han Qianqian put the only group photo into the album and closed the drawer.

Get up.

Dong dong dong~!

Hearing the noise upstairs, Han Yumiao, who was "carefully lurking" on the stairs, hurriedly ran back to the pavilion with small steps.

Not long after.

Han Qianqian walked down.

"Qianqian, I've asked the butler to arrange dinner. It's still your favorite dishes."

Han Yumiao said with a smile, with a bit of flattery and expectation in his tone.

Han Qianqian's face was as calm as water: "No need, I still have a mission and I'm in a hurry to get back."

"Oh, okay, okay."

A trace of bitterness flashed across Han Yumiao's face.

His only relative in this world is his granddaughter Han Qianqian.

But now the two of them are strangers.

Han Qianqian also noticed the look on the old man's face.

In fact, she didn't even think about coming to Mengjiangting Courtyard today.

The reason why I came up with it on the spur of the moment was entirely because of what Ye Feng said before.

"I don't have enough time to eat, but I can have some tea."

Han Qianqian said suddenly.

"Tea? Okay! Okay! Grandpa just has a new black tea here. It was your favorite when you were a child..."

Han Yumiao was instantly excited.

He quickly took out the best black tea and brewed it carefully.

Han Qianqian came to the pavilion, sat opposite Han Yumiao, and glanced at the river that was almost level with the pavilion.

Many people don’t know why the famous Mengjiangting Courtyard in Jiangcheng fell into the hands of Han Yumiao.

it's actually really easy,

It's because when she was passing by Mengjiangting Courtyard when she was a child, she said something: "Grandpa, this house is so beautiful. Isn't it true that only princesses in fairy tales can live in it?"

Grandpa didn't say anything at that time, he just smiled.

But that night, he secretly bought Mengjiangting and let Han Qianqian live in it.

From then on, she became that princess.

"The tea is ready, be careful not to burn it!"

Han Yumiao carefully placed the teacup in front of her granddaughter and reminded her.

"Um."

Han Qianqian nodded and took a sip.

In fact, she has stopped drinking tea very much over the years.

It doesn't matter whether the tea tastes good or not.

In comparison, Han Yumiao seemed very cramped at this time.

Looking at the granddaughter in front of me whom I haven't seen for many years, she hesitated several times.

It was as if he was afraid of accidentally saying something wrong, which would break the brief moment when the two of them could finally sit down again.

After thinking about it for a long time, I finally had to give up.

So, they just sat quietly.

Han Qianqian's eyes always stayed on the river.

Han Yumiao's eyes always stayed on his granddaughter Han Qianqian.

A few minutes later.

"I am leaving."

After Han Qianqian finished speaking, she stood up and left.

Han Yumiao hurriedly followed.

Delivered all the way to the door of Mengjiangting.

Watching her granddaughter step onto the car door, she slowly raised her wrinkled hand and waved.

"Qianqian...take care..."

And at the same time.

Han Qianqian in the car was staring at the thin old man in the rearview mirror.

A trace of tears flickered faintly.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the rearview mirror.

Ye Feng!

…

"Old man Han, what are you looking at here?"

"Tsk, are you crying?"

Ye Feng stopped the car and opened the door. He saw Han Yumiao's tearful eyes, like a watchman's stone, and couldn't help but joke.

"Ahem! How can I... not cry? A friend came to visit just now, and I just gave him a gift. The wind happened to blow, and the sand got into my eyes... Don't talk nonsense, kid!"

Han Yumiao coughed twice and calmed down his emotions.

He took one last longing look at Coaster who had disappeared into the traffic, then turned around and entered the other courtyard.

Ye Feng smiled,

Then he followed in.

"What kind of friend? Could it be an old lover?"

"Bah! Bah! Bah!"

"Dogs bark!"

"Aren't you, kid, busy preparing the boys from the Luo Chu Family Martial Arts School to participate in the martial arts competition recently? Why don't you go to the Three Treasures Hall to see me for nothing? Tell me!"

Han Yumiao asked impatiently.

"It's nothing, just asking, have Ye Huairui and his son come to see you recently?"

Ye Feng said lightly.
To be continued...