Exile is exile, is half of the capital enough as compensation?

Leng Youran is not stupid. Her grandfather obviously wants to send her away by saying this.

"Oh." He replied reluctantly.

He left Mr. Leng's yard, looking back every few steps.

She didn't want to leave.

She always felt that there was something going on between the old man and Mr. Fan.

In such a boring era without mobile phones, eating melons was the best way for her to relieve boredom in her spare time.

But her grandfather didn't want to tell her.

Thinking of this, Leng Youran raised a sly smile at the corner of his mouth.

He deliberately left the yard in front of Mr. Leng, found a secluded place and slipped into the space.

really.

After seeing her disappear, Mr. Leng left the yard alone.

He walked stealthily towards the secret passage in the backyard.

Only after the old man's figure disappeared did Leng Youran slip out of the space.

She did not take the secret passage, but flew towards the village outside the city.

Arrived outside the village first.

He found a place to watch the show and quietly hid in the space.

Not long after, Old Man Leng also walked out of the exit of the secret passage.

Almost the moment he arrived, Mr. Fan flew out of the room as if he had sensed something.

After seeing who was coming, the alert expression on his face changed, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, I heard you were exiled, old man, how come you're not dead yet?"

"Hmph, you're not dead yet, how could I die before you?" Old Man Leng replied unhappily.

After so many years, this guy is still so vicious and wants to kill him right away.

It's really nothing.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're so old, but why are you still so hot-tempered!" He said as he looked behind Old Man Leng.

"What are you looking at? Who are you looking for?"

"Don't you know who to look for? You are alive and well, so Wu'er must be fine too."

Leng Youran sat on a stool, an apple in her hand, listening to the two old men's verbal battle with great interest. She frowned slightly when she heard Wu'er.

Dance...

It seems that her grandmother's name contains the word "dance".

No way, no way, could it be that she saw the love rivals fighting each other?

He didn't even bother to eat the apple. He stared intently at the scene outside the space, not daring to blink.

"After so many years, you still have such evil intentions. What Wu'er? Can you call her Wu'er?" Old Master Leng said in a bad tone.

Mr. Fan was not afraid of him and shot back, "Why, you won't even let me call Wu'er? If you hadn't played dirty tricks on her back then, how could Wu'er have chosen you? Humph..."

Old Master Leng was so angry that he cursed, "Bullshit, Wu'er is now my wife, the mother of my children, and the grandmother of my grandchildren. You'd better control your thoughts."

"Tsk..." "So what if that's the case? You're old and almost useless. How do you know Wu'er would still like you now?"

Old Master Leng was so angry at his shamelessness that his beard was shaking with anger.

"Oh, oh, oh, don't get angry and die here. If Wu'er knew about this, she would think I did something to you! You are the bad one. Do you want to die here with me? If so, Wu'er will resent me even if you die."

When Mr. Leng, who always had a big mouth, met Mr. Fan, he had no power to fight back at all. He was so angry that he forgot to refute.

He raised his hand and attacked him.

Old Fan laughed mockingly. This old guy hasn't changed at all. When he couldn't win the argument, he started to fight.

Old Master Leng acted decisively, leaving no room for maneuver.

Mr. Fan was already feeling a little unwell due to excessive consumption of internal energy today, and now he was exposed by his move.

Old Master Leng didn't really want to kill him. After a few dozen moves, he saw that he was in a bad condition and quickly stopped.

But he said, "You old thing, you can't do it anymore. You're already panting like this after just starting. Are you going to die?"

Mr. Fan held his chest, panting heavily, and said harshly, "You must die before me. Don't worry, I will take good care of Wu'er for you."

Old Master Leng knew that he was just talking nonsense and was too lazy to bother with it. "Alright, it's been so many years, and there aren't many people left who know you. Stop talking nonsense."

Old Fan rolled his eyes at him. "You were the one who attacked without a second thought. Humph, if you hadn't wasted some of your internal energy saving a junior today, do you think you'd still be standing now?"

"I think you're a cooked duck, but you're just being stubborn. Come on, now that you're here, why don't you invite me in and have a seat? And that little brat you mentioned, why did you bother saving him?"

Old Fan finally calmed down a bit. He flicked his sleeves and ignored Old Man Leng behind him, walking towards the room on his own. "I was accidentally murdered by a villain that year, and was seriously injured and saved by that kid's father. Isn't this just repaying the favor?"

Old Master Leng didn't need his greeting and followed him to his yard.

After both of them left, Leng Youran felt helpless.

She didn't dare get too close to them, but she also wanted to hear what they were saying.

The mental power in the space cannot cover the outside, so he can only wait until they enter the room before he can slip out of the space.

Follow carefully and stealthily.

Little did he know that the two old men in the room moved their ears at the same time.

They exchanged glances but showed no signs of abnormality.

Leng Youran thought that he had done it without anyone noticing, so he hid under their window and entered the space again.

"Is this the young man who saved you at the risk of his life?" As soon as Mr. Leng entered the room, he saw the skinny monkey on the bed.

"Well, his son, I saved him today and it's considered repaying his kindness. I've already sent a letter to his father to pick him up. Once he leaves, I'll leave too."

Old Master Leng didn't need him to greet him. He walked to the table in the room, sat down, and poured himself a glass of water. "Let's go, where are we going? Haven't you had enough of the wandering life for so many years?"

Mr. Fan also sat down at the table and sighed, "How can I compare with you? I have a happy life with Wu'er and have children and grandchildren around me. I can go anywhere on my own."

"Don't leave, stay! We'll have someone to look after us in the North."

"You, take care of me? How can you, an exile, take care of me? I'd rather be free and easy on my own."

Old Master Leng's heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys ached with anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "It can't be helped. After all, I have a wonderful granddaughter. I haven't suffered a single bit in this exile. We'll settle down in the Northland soon. You're old and you shouldn't walk too much. If you die on the road, there won't be anyone to collect your body. You might as well stay and see if you can help."

"Beidi?" Fan Lao Beidi didn't bother to argue with him and raised his head in surprise.

I seem to have heard that girl talking about the North today.

What was that girl’s last name?

Oh.

Correct.

cold...

It can't be...