Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner

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When I came to the living room, I saw an old man, about eighty or ninety years old, with silver hair and wearing a gray Tang suit with a dignified expression, sitting on a redwood chair with a cane.

Behind him stood a teenager who was also wearing a Chinese costume.

This teenager is about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a long, tall and straight figure, like a small white poplar, with a beautiful and elegant face, with a calm look, giving a family scent from a strong scholarly family.

Take a closer look, this boy's eyebrows are similar to Yang Zimei's.

When the old man saw Yang Zimei, his expression became excited, and he was short of breath. He just stood up with a cane, hesitated, but sat down again. Although he was old, he still had sharp eyes, and looked at it with complicated emotion Holding her.

The two couples Yang Qing were a little helpless.

Seeing Yang Zimei come in, she was relieved.

"Niuniu, come here!"

Yang Qing beckoned her.

Yang Zimei walked over.

Yang Qing whispered to her, "Maybe it's grandma's come, you ask."

Yang Zi nodded.

She stepped forward and made a cup of tea for the elderly and teenagers and presented it.

The old man looked at her with skillful and elegant tea making with inspection eyes, with a little appreciation and comfort.

He took the tea, lowered his head and took a sip, and nodded, "Well, that's good."

"Thank you Grandpa!"

Yang Zimei doesn't have to worry about it, and he roughly knows who this old man is.

"You are Xiaohui's granddaughter? Where is Xiaohui? Where is she?"

The old man's tone was a little eager to ask, "Go tell her quickly that her father is here and let her come out to see me, and I won't blame her again."

Yang Zimei got up and just wanted to return to the backyard to find his grandmother, but he saw his grandmother walking a little bit out of his feet, and he made a sigh, kneeling in front of the old man, resting on his knees, and crying, "Father!"

Seeing the gray-haired grandma kneeling in front of the old man, crying like a young 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.

In the past few decades, the black and silky hair of her daughter before turned into gray hair, just like herself, all wrinkled old men.

The old man had mixed feelings and tears, and Zeng Hui should be pulled up.

Zeng Hui refused, a look of atonement, with tears in her eyes and a choked voice, "Father, daughter is not filial!"

"Xiaohui, get up, don't let my father break my heart again. In the past, my father never blamed you, just for your heartache. For so many years, my father has not been able to find you and let you alone bear So much, sorry. "

The old man reached out and touched Zeng Hui's face, which had been carved out by the years without beauty, and his heart was painful and sour.

Zeng Hui stood up and sat beside the old man with his fingers twisted around the corner of his clothes, and his tears kept falling.

Seeing her hands that had become rough due to long-term labor, the old man took it for a while, reached out and pulled her daughter's hand together, rubbing and looking at it, "My little Hui, the hands were so beautiful before, now It turned out like this, how much hardship did you suffer? "

"Look at my father-in-law, Xiaohui followed me, but I didn't have any hardships, but I kept hurting her."

At this time, Grandpa Yang Bo didn't know when he was back. He just heard the words, whispered with a pipe, and then sat in front of the old man with a big grin.

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