Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 977: People from the Capital City (2)

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

Behind him, stood a young man also wearing a Tang suit.

This boy is about eighteen or nineteen years old, tall and straight like a young poplar, with a delicate and elegant face, and an indifferent expression, giving off the air of a nobleman from a family with a strong scholarly family.

Take a closer look, the boy's facial features are somewhat similar to Yang Zimei's.

When the old man saw Yang Zimei, his expression became agitated and his breath became short of breath. He was about to stand up with his crutches, but he hesitated for a moment, but sat down again. Although he was old, his eyes were still sharp, and he looked at Yang Zimei with complicated emotions. looking at her.

Yang Qing and his wife were a little at a loss.

Seeing Yang Zimei come in, he was relieved.

"Niuniu, come here!"

Yang Qing waved at her.

Yang Zimei walked over.

Yang Qing pulled her and whispered, "Maybe someone from grandma's house is here, you can ask."

Yang Zimei nodded.

She stepped forward to make a cup of tea for the old man and the young man and presented them.

The old man looked at her skillfully and gracefully making tea with scrutiny, with a little appreciation and satisfaction.

He took the tea, lowered his head and took a sip, nodded, "Well, not bad."

"Thank you, grandpa!"

Yang Zimei didn't need to figure it out, she already knew who the old man was.

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

The old man asked impatiently, "Go and tell her that her father is here and let her come out to see me. I won't blame her anymore."

Yang Zimei got up and was about to go back to the backyard to look for grandma, but saw grandma came out with a little staggering footsteps, knelt down in front of the old man, fell on his knees, and wailed loudly, "Father!"

Seeing the gray-haired grandma kneeling in front of the old man, crying like a little girl, Yang Zimei's eyes were sour, but his 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, my daughter's black and smooth hair has turned into gray hair, and she is an old man full of wrinkles just like herself.

The old man had mixed feelings and tears, and wanted to pull Zeng Hui up.

Zeng Hui refused, with a look of atonement, her teary eyes drooping, her voice choked up, "Father, my daughter is not filial!"

"Xiaohui, get up, don't break my father's heart anymore. My father never blamed you for what happened back then, he just hurts for you. Over the years, my father has not been able to find you, and let you bear it alone So many, sorry."

The old man reached out and touched Zeng Hui's face, which had been sculpted by the years and was not as beautiful as it used to be, his heart ached and sore.

Zeng Hui got up and sat beside the old man in a regular manner, twisting the corner of her clothes with her fingers, and tears kept falling down.

Seeing her hands that had become rough due to long-term labor, the old man took them again, stretched out his hand and pulled his daughter's hands up, rubbed them and looked at them, "My Xiaohui, my hands were so beautiful before, but now they are so beautiful. How much suffering has it become like this?"

"Look at what my father-in-law said, Xiaohui followed me, but she didn't suffer much. I always love her."

At this time, Grandpa Yang Bai came back at some time, just heard this, hiccupped while smoking a pipe, and then sat down in front of the old man carelessly.

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(End of this chapter)