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

"Hey, old man, why don't you take care of me and Wu'er... um... " Before Mr. Fan could finish his words, Mr. Leng blocked his mouth.

"He is your grandmother's cousin and grew up with your grandmother. He is a good man, but it's a pity that he has a big mouth." Fearing that he would say something bad, Old Man Leng hurriedly said.

He didn't want his granddaughter to suspect anything.

Is Leng Youran someone who he won’t doubt unless he tells her to?

Naturally not.

Hearing this, he nodded several times in understanding and said "Oh" in a deliberately long tone.

I was still thinking in my heart, no wonder Mr. Fan just said that my grandfather took action while he was away.

That's what happened.

We are childhood sweethearts.

People say that the one who is close to water gets the moon first.

If you think about it this way.

Isn’t it just that my grandfather stole my love?

"Hello, cousin." Leng Youran complained in his heart, but called out very obediently.

His hand was stretched out very long, and it was obvious that he wanted a gift.

Old Master Leng released his hand from covering Old Master Fan's mouth and signaled with his eyes that it was time for him to express himself.

Old Fan rolled his eyes at Old Man Leng, walked reluctantly to the bed, lifted the quilt and took out a piece of cloth from underneath.

He rubbed the yellowed cloth reluctantly for a few times.

He walked to Leng Youran and handed it to her with reluctance in his eyes.

"Here, a gift for you."

Leng Youran was about to reach out to take it, but before he could grab it, Old Fan retracted his hand. "This thing of mine is not easy to take. You just listened to it for a long time outside. I will be living with you from now on. I am also your grandfather. Shouldn't you..."

Mr. Fan didn't finish his words, but his eyes were fixed on the water bag that Leng Youran had given him before.

Leng Youran followed his gaze and saw the water bag she had given him earlier. She nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, yes. I have as many as you want, uncle."

After hearing her agreement, Mr. Fan reluctantly handed her the yellow cloth in his hand and said, "That's better. Don't call me uncle anymore. It sounds strange and distant. Just call me grandfather from now on."

As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something and changed his words, "How about this? Call me grandpa. I see that's how farmers call me. This way it's easier to distinguish me from your grandfather."

"Okay, okay, grandpa." Leng Youran changed his words swiftly.

She has called him grandpa many times. In the past, in modern times, the director's mother would ask all those who came to support them to call them uncles, grandpa, and grandma affectionately, so grandpa was worthless to her.

If you want to hear her scream, just do it.

The reason why she was so anxious was entirely because of the yellow cloth in Mr. Fan's hand. She had read many novels in her previous life, and they all said that such cherished old objects were usually treasure maps.

Seeing how much Mr. Fan cherishes it, I know this thing must be...

The subsequent random thoughts were interrupted by the yellow cloth in his hand, "This, this, Grandpa Fan, what are you doing? What the hell is this?"

Leng Youran picked it up and gestured. The yellow cloth in his hand was not a treasure map at all. It looked more like a piece of cloth that had been cut off from a piece of clothing.

If you smell it carefully, you can even smell the scent of old age on the rags.

With a look of disgust, he placed the yellow cloth on the table and pushed it towards Mr. Fan, "Grandpa Fan, I see you treasure this very much, you should keep it for yourself!"

Before Mr. Fan could say anything, Mr. Leng, who had been silent all the time, snatched it away.

He stood up excitedly and yelled at Mr. Fan, "Well, you old thing, you actually still keep this thing."

Mr. Fan had a nonchalant attitude, not upset by the old man's anger. Instead, he leaned back and folded his arms, "Tsk, what's the matter? Back then, you tricked my cousin into breaking off our relationship, and you wouldn't let me keep this evidence."

Leng Youran was stunned.

Wow, no wonder the cloth has turned yellow. Mr. Fan is reluctant to throw it away. It turns out it was his grandmother’s.

But what was Mr. Fan thinking? How could he think of giving this thing to her as a treasure!

Elder Fan seemed to sense the doubt in her heart. He ignored Elder Leng who was still jumping up and down, looked at her and said, "Girl, let me tell you, your grandfather was really a piece of shit when he was young. Just because I helped someone I shouldn't have helped, your grandfather made your grandmother and I sever our ties. You don't know how deeply I was hurt by those two people back then."

As he spoke, he wiped away the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes, and he looked extremely pitiful.

If Leng Youran hadn't been sitting next to him, she would have believed that Mr. Fan was really crying.

"Ahem, Grandpa Fan, what happened next? Let's not talk about the previous part. How did you treat this silk cloth so badly...and treasure it into this state?"

Old Fan raised his head, revealing his eyes, which weren't red at all. His large, bright eyes spoke as he spoke, "It was your grandfather who did it. He tricked your grandmother into severing ties with me. Since then, I've cried every day and often woke up in the middle of the night. When I woke up, I'd look at that piece of cloth. After all these years, I can't even recognize what it originally looked like."

"Humph, didn't you ask for this? Why did you work for that man? Wasn't the injury you suffered later caused by him? Don't tell me it wasn't, don't I know what kind of person he is? If you don't work for him, getting rid of you is inevitable. No matter how Wu'er and I persuaded you, you wouldn't listen. You even rescued him secretly. If it weren't for him, Queen Mother Chu..."

Old Master Leng almost said the following words, but when he thought of Leng Youran, he immediately stopped talking.

He glared at Mr. Fan, then ignored him and put away the piece of cloth.

Leng Youran was listening intently when Old Man Leng suddenly stopped talking and looked at him suspiciously. "Grandfather, what does this have to do with Queen Mother Chu? Is that person related to the royal family?"

Old Master Leng glared at Old Master Fan again in annoyance. If Old Master Fan hadn't been so angry at his pretentious behavior just now, how could he have let the cat out of the bag?

"It's okay, you're just a kid, don't ask about everything."

Leng Youran......

If you don't want to say it, then don't say it. Why do you still look down on her?

How is she small?

He silently lowered his head and looked at his small body.

Keep your mouth shut.

Mr. Fan seemed to know that he was wrong. He did not refute anything when Mr. Leng said that. He just kept his mouth shut as obediently as a quail.

Old Master Leng took advantage of the situation and said, "Pack up and come back to the North with us. Wu'er will definitely be happy to see you when she comes in a few days. It's a good opportunity to go to the North earlier and do more things. Take this as your forgiveness."

Mr. Fan didn't dare to say anything at this moment. He packed up his things obediently. After a while, he packed up the skinny monkey on the bed and put them on his back. He timidly walked to Mr. Leng's side and said, "Let's go. I've packed everything."