Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

When I entered the house, there was only an electric fan blowing.

The old man was about to pour them some water, but halfway through he seemed to remember something and hurried to turn on the air conditioner, but was stopped by Wen Can.

"Hey, you young people must be afraid of the heat, so it's better to turn on the air conditioner."

"It's really no need..."

"We'll sit for a while and then go downstairs." Wen Can interrupted Ye Kong, "Don't bother with anything."

The old man was stunned for a moment: "Aren't you going to have lunch here? I even bought some vegetables."

Wen Can paused and turned to look at Ye Kong.

Ye Kong was originally looking at two photo frames on the table facing the sofa. In the photo frames was a family portrait of Chi Wandao and his family of three, and there was also an old photo of a young Chi Wandao. At that time, she looked like a teenager, with a smug expression, but her body movements were very pretentious, as she was holding an oil-paper umbrella, which was a bit funny, but very vivid.

When she felt someone's gaze on her, she turned around and slowly looked at the two people who were staring at her. Then she slowly said, "Eat here. The food is ready."

The old man laughed again.

Seeing him walk towards the kitchen, Wen Can also looked at the photo frame on the table. After seeing it, he smiled and said, "This is when my mother was still in school. She took a lot of photos like this."

"...The old man must be very fond of her, right?"

"Yes, my grandparents only have her as their only daughter, and she's very outstanding, so they naturally treat her like a treasure."

"They must be very sad then."

"My grandmother died of grief." Wen Can said calmly, "And if my grandfather hadn't seen the result he saw now, he would have collapsed long ago."

Ye Kong's gaze returned to the family photo.

She had actually seen the family photo of that family at the Ye family. She also knew that the relationship between that family should be considered very good among wealthy families, but that family photo still looked full of stereotypes, pretense, and carelessness.

It was completely different from what she saw at this moment.

In the family of three, everyone was smiling happily, with only their teeth showing and their eyes not visible.

Their body language, their posture, the touches they made to each other, their expressions, even the fingertips on each other's shoulders, all spoke of love - the love of family.

It was a long time spent together, a breath of connection with each other's lives and a shared joy.

So, losing any one of them would be like tearing flesh and cutting the body.

"Come, have some tea. I have some drinks in the refrigerator. They're free gifts when you buy things at the supermarket. Do you want any?"

·

When grandchildren return to their hometown and face their aging grandfather, what do they usually say and talk about?

How's your work going lately? How's your income? What are your plans for the future? When do you plan to get married and have children? Are you planning on buying a house or a car?

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Unfortunately, these issues are obviously not applicable between this pair of grandparents and grandchildren.

There is no need to worry about Wen Can's work, and there is no need to ask about his income. The old man doesn't understand future plans, and he won't even think about buying a house or a car. The only thing worth asking about is getting married and having children.

So not long after, Ye Kong, who was lost in thought while drinking tea, heard his own name.

"Ye Kong is still very young. We have no plans to get married. Let's talk about it later."

She raised her head and looked at the old man who was so thin that only a bag of bones was left.

Because of Wen Can's absent-minded tone, she couldn't help but turn her head to look at him, and found that he was also looking at the old man, with his brows slightly furrowed, an expression that was calm but could not suppress his worry.

"As for you, I'll arrange for a doctor to come and give you a physical examination. It's too hot to go out, so you can just wait at home."

The old man waved his hand without a second thought: "No, I know my body well. There's nothing serious wrong with me. I'm just old. No matter how good a doctor is, he can't cure my age-related illnesses. He can't make me young again."

"Let's check it out. I'll arrange it now."

"No need really."

Seeing that Wen Can had already taken out his cell phone and was about to dial a number, the old man got anxious and actually stood up to grab it.

His excitement made Wen Can freeze.

He let him take the phone away, and after a while he slowly raised his head to look at the panting old man, uttering a simple name: "Grandpa..."

"..."

The old man took a deep breath, let out a long sigh, and put the phone back on the table: "Just let me let nature take its course, okay?"

"Achan, I know you are worried about me."

Old sounds echoed in the old house. Time seemed to seep into the ceiling, walls, furniture, every corner of the house, every inch of air, and even the two photo frames, which were mottled and covered with old wrinkles.

So there were only two young people who were so out of place, sitting here listening. The sound was clearly right in front of them, but it seemed to have become a memory.

"You're a gentle and kind child..." the old man said tiredly, "You've always come to see me over the years and always found someone to take care of me. You must be worried that grandpa will die suddenly, right? Just like your grandma, but I won't. I have to see the outcome, and now I see it, enough - I'm tired, Acan, you're already 28 years old, and I'm an old man who should have died long ago."

"I'm tired." He murmured, "But at least I have fulfilled my last wish. I have hated many people and even God, but I feel sorry for you, A-chan, you know that."

He lowered his head and covered his face, as if to hide the tears: "You know, Ah Can, Grandpa is the only one who feels sorry for you, and he will continue to feel sorry for you."

He put down his hand, sniffed, and looked up at Wen Can: "I don't want to have a physical examination, I don't want to go to the hospital, let me live like this, one day at a time, I'll see when your mother and grandmother come to pick me up, and then I'll leave."

He didn't care whether Wen Can agreed or not. He handed the phone back and added water to Ye Kong's cup.

After a while, Wen Can's voice was heard in the room.

"You haven't let me down." He said this in a low but serious voice. "Mom and Grandma won't blame you either. No one will blame you. You've done very well. You love them very much."

"..." The old man's hand, which was pouring water, trembled slightly, and he quickly stood up. "I'll get some more water."

The old man left in a hurry, and soon, suppressed crying sounds were heard from the kitchen.

Ye Kong withdrew his gaze from there and looked at Wen Can beside him.

The sunlight filtered through the coarse curtains, giving his body a blurred edge. His expression was calm, like a sculpture without any emotions.

Ye Kong was thinking in his heart - why does everyone treat you unfairly?

From the photo frame of the family of three and all the conversations just now, Ye Kong easily thought of a question that he had never thought of before, but was somewhat scary.

Yes, he loved his child so much, and hated the murderer so much. So, did he also hate you? And have you, too, felt this helpless hatred from your loved ones countless times? How do you feel?

They all have their own reasons and difficulties, so I can only apologize to you.

It’s so sad, Wen Can.

The girl suddenly raised her hand and touched Wen Can's ear.

The man was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at him, and met the girl's curved eyes.

"You haven't sorry to anyone."

She also said: "You love them very much and you are doing very well."

“You’re the best.”