The national prince charming took first place again

"Xiaojue, come here." Grandma smiled and held out her hand to Feng Yulin.

"Wait a minute. This persimmon is very sweet. You can try it." He took a red persimmon and went into the bathroom to wash it. He wiped it clean and went to sit on the balcony with her.

"Xiaojue, what are you doing recently?" She did not take his persimmon, but tightly clenched his hand, voice some grievances, "you haven't come to see me for a long time."

Feng Yulin moved his lips, glanced at lingjue at the other end, and finally looked at the old man with a smirk, "I'm busy these days."

"Go to school? But it's summer vacation. "

"There's something about school. It's to pay me and let me tutor my classmates." Feng Yulin came at will and told a lie at will.

Grandma's joy is all over the face of old people? That's good. Xiaojue is the best. Study hard... "

Her eyes were moist. "Grandma is seventy years old, she has lived for a long time, and she knows that her time is not long..."

Ling Jue closed her eyes and clenched her fist, but the voice of the old man came from her ears all the time.

"After grandma left, you go back to Mingxi village to help me pack up, bury me in the back mountain of Mingxi village, bury me quietly, don't let the villagers know, so they think I'm still alive..."

"Qinglian must hate me. She also hates me. She doesn't want to see me. Don't let her know that I'm dead."

“……”

Lingjue's heart is sour, which she has never felt before.

If you want to leave alone, you can't keep it.

Just like the mother before, although her father later opened the power, he could not save her any more.

Lingjue's throat tightened. She turned her head and stopped looking at the two men by the window.

Grandma took the persimmon in Feng Yulin's hand, peeled it, bit it gently, and looked at him smilingly, "xiaojue, this persimmon is really sweet."

Feng Yulin turns to look at Ling Jue. He doesn't look here at the moment and doesn't know what expression it is.

He frowned, and the boy was pitiful.

Then Feng Yulin chuckled at his plan. Is he a soft hearted man?

Does it never stop until the goal is achieved?

Now it's because this kid is soft hearted. Ha ha.

"Xiaojue, will you come to see me tomorrow?"

"Come on."

"By the way, is that kid your friend?" Grandma pointed to Ling Jue, who was sitting on the sofa, and chuckled, "in addition to the special care, he is the most diligent, more diligent than your grandson."

"Well, my friend." Feng Yulin looks at Ling Jue and his mouth is slightly raised.

"You are a good friend." Grandma smiled gently, took his hand and looked at lingjue. "He doesn't like to laugh. You need to care about your friends, so you can have many friends."

Feng Yulin nodded, covered his mind, and smiled, "have a good meal. I've got a cat. I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

"Good!" The old man immediately laughed, "I like cat best. It's as lovely as my family when I was a kid..."

"You talk, I'll go out for a while." Lingjue stands up quickly. She feels that the air here is suffocating.

After leaving the door, she came to the end of the corridor and looked out at the sky.

A moment later, a man also came out. It was Feng Yulin. He patted him on the shoulder and handed him a cigarette. "Actually, as a man, there are many things to experience. This thing is very stressful."

Ling Jue's eyes were dim, and he reached out to take it. Feng Yulin lit it for him. "I'm still lighting a cigarette for the first time."

Lingjue looks at the lit smoke, her face is as calm as water.