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A Dish Best Served Cold

Chapter: 1952

He always feels too grandma can do everything!
Perhaps it was the dependence that he had cultivated since childhood that made Ye Fan choose to return to the place where he remembered when he was desperate. Also, where the dream started.
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In the old house, a quiet and peaceful scene.
It is May, the trees are lush, and the two pomegranate trees in front of the door bloom with charming stamens.
On the left side of the courtyard, there is also a vegetable field, planting leeks, beans and other common dishes in the countryside.
Next to the vegetable field, a black Chinese garden dog was lying on the ground, squinting and dozing off.
At this time, in the house, an old woman had gray hair, but her complexion was still mellow. She was already in the old age, but she was still strong.
She was carrying a bucket of water and was pouring water on the vegetables in her vegetable field, taking care of the seedlings like her own children.
“Hey~”
“Yun’er, Nizi, don’t know what happened?”
“In the ancestral land, I have stayed for half a year, and there is still no movement.”
The old man was pouring water while whispering thoughtfully.
Finally, he shook his head and sighed.
“Now these younger generations are really more worry-free than the other~”
The old man smiled helplessly, and then he didn’t think about it anymore, and continued to play around with the flowers, plants, and fruits.
When people are old, although they have no pursuit, they always have to find something for themselves.
Otherwise, how will the time of that day pass?
However, just when the old man finished pouring half the bucket of water, a few weak footsteps suddenly heard outside the door.
Immediately afterwards, the door of the house was clicked.
Afterwards, a mournful call sounded like a sound in the depths of a long river of years, and almost instantly, it hit the whole heart of the old man.
“Too…too grandma, unfilial son Sun Chu… Chutian… Fan… come to see you~”
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The voice was weak and feeble, but it fell into the ears of the old man, like a thunder roar.
Suddenly, all the bitter sounds outside the door echoed in the ear of the old man.
“This…this is…”
“Little…Xiao Fan?”
The old man froze in place, as if struck by lightning.
The old body trembled immediately.
The water scoop used for watering in his hand also fell on the ground with a snap, and the sweet well water sprinkled all over the ground.
After a brief loss of consciousness, the old man immediately stepped forward, ran to the door at the fastest speed, and opened the door of the Chu family’s old house.
The moment the door opened, the old man only saw Ye Fan, who was embarrassed, lying on the ground feebly, his breath dying, like a candle in the wind, it seemed that the next moment, it would go out.
“Xiao…Xiao Fan, really…really you?”
Seeing the young man in front of him, the old man could no longer help himself.
Her words trembled, and she was old and tearful in an instant.
But Ye Fan raised his head hard and shouted at the old man again: “Too…too grandma~”
The voice was weak and weak, almost the wind could bury it.
After speaking, the boy no longer had a voice, and he fell directly there.
In the depths of his body, the overwhelming sense of weakness swept through his entire body like a torrent of river water.
Relying on his perseverance, Ye Fan finally fell down after supporting it for so long.
Fortunately, he arrived here.
Just like a wanderer, he returned to the harbor of home just before freezing to death.
Subsequently, Ye Fan’s consciousness fell into an eternal darkness.

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