Every world I die young

Although the favorability value was rising slowly, it was still rising anyway, and he didn't stay still as he thought. Mo Yinglan's eyelashes drooped, so that's okay.

The anti-theft door was slightly pushed, and it creaked back into the room. Mo Yinglan stood there in a daze, why didn't she close the door?

However, as soon as this doubt surfaced, he understood it. Deng Zepan turned his red eyes hesitantly, and the fundus of his eyes was black and blue.

When the numb and stiff eyes saw Mo Yinglan, it was like a layer of ice floating on the sea was suddenly irradiated by a strong light, and the ice surface made a crackling sound, ranging from subtle to strong, and finally the thick layer of ice fell apart.

"Am I dreaming?"

Deng Zepan's neck was stiff and he muttered.

"Xiao Deng, what's wrong with you, who's here?"

The old voice interrupted Deng Zepan's rusty thoughts, and Mo Yinglan also recovered from the sluggishness.

Mo Yinglan yelled reflexively: "Grandpa!"

"Is it Xiaozhu?"

Although it was doubtful, Mr. Yang's tone was very firm. Even though the grandfather and grandson hadn't seen each other for almost a year because of the college entrance examination, and the [-]- or [-]-year-old boy was just in the period of changing his voice, Mr. Yang was still in a hurry. I heard that the person who came was Mo Yinglan.

An old man with a straight waist, lean and full of vigor walked to the door, alive and well, with silver hair neatly combed to his head, looking full of energy.

His face was wrinkled, but he looked very kind. Mr. Yang stood still, slowly raised his dry hand, and gently patted Mo Yinglan's shoulder.

"It's fine, it's fine."

Mr. Yang turned around slowly and walked into the house. Mo Yinglan was standing at the door blankly. He didn't understand why Mr. Yang was still so lively when he walked over just now, but now his whole body seemed to be taken away. The spirit is the same, and the whole body is full of decadence.

"Come in quickly, don't stand at the door." Old Man Yang said weakly, and Mo Yinglan walked in obediently. After sitting on the sofa, he stared at Old Man Yang with some embarrassment.

Deng Zepan was sitting on the other side of the sofa, his face was expressionless, completely blank, and his eyes were empty and blank.

Mo Yinglan stared at Mr. Yang silently, hesitating to speak, but Mr. Yang didn't seem to see his expression at all, but slowly picked up the cold teacup on the coffee table, and took a sip of it expressionlessly. Lose.

The atmosphere was so weird that Mo Yinglan couldn't help but asked, "Grandpa, don't you have anything to ask?"

Mr. Yang looked away from the teacup in his hand, it was really unpalatable after sitting for a long time.

"Where did you go and how did you get back?"

Mo Yinglan nodded repeatedly, and before he could explain, Old Man Yang said flatly, "No need, I can probably guess it, Xiao Zhu, do you still remember the first time you went back to your hometown during the summer vacation when you were a child?"

Mo Yinglan stared at Old Man Yang in a daze, not quite understanding why he suddenly asked this, so he turned his head to wink at Deng Zebao, hoping to learn from him what happened to Old Man Yang.

However, Deng Zepan's face was dull, obviously he hadn't recovered from the shock in his heart, Mo Yinglan turned his head to look at Old Man Yang helplessly.

Although she didn't know what Mr. Yang wanted to know, Mo Yinglan cleared her throat and said, "Yes, my second uncle and aunt came back with me, and they never came back with me again, so the impression is still very deep, Grandpa , what do you want me to say?"