"Feng Ge... it's you... it's you, you're back..."
The old man held Ye Qingluo's hand with both hands.
Very powerful.
Ye Qingluo wanted to struggle, but felt the trembling of the old man's hands and the damp heat in his palms.
She can't be cruel.
Especially, when seeing the old man crying and calling "Fengge" word by word.
Ye Qingluo's heart seemed to be stabbed hard by something.
She let the old man grab her.
The old man muttered to himself tearfully.
The big palms holding Ye Qingluo's hands trembled even more.
At this moment.
There was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.
The old woman's slightly suspicious voice sounded from outside the door: "Girl, what did you say your name was just now? I remembered, where did I hear your name..."
When the old lady stepped into the room and saw this scene in the room.
The expression on his face suddenly froze.
Immediately saluted respectfully: "Patriarch."
The old woman made a loud noise when she broke in just now.
The old man who made the old man burst into tears suddenly woke up.
He stared blankly at Ye Qingluo, as if there was some emotion surging in his eyes.
"you… "
After calming down, the old man slowly let go of Ye Qingluo's hand: "No...you are not Fengge, you are not my little song..."
Feng Ge is dead.
Already dead.
"Family, Patriarch, why are you here..." The old woman's tone was a little disturbed.
Little by little, the old man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Feng Po, what's going on? Where did she... come from?"
Although the old man spoke, he was asking the old woman.
But his eyes were still staring at Ye Qingluo without blinking.
As if afraid to look away.
She will just disappear.
That look.
Ye Qingluo felt very distressed.
"Patriarch..." The old woman glanced at the old man, then lowered her head uncertainly, "Old slave... I don't know too well."
She briefly explained how she saw the scene of Ye Qingluo.
Then, he hesitated and said, "Master, do you know... this girl?"
It was the first time for her to see the Patriarch so groggy.
Then think of your own guesses.
The expression on the old woman's face was even more dignified.
"You just said, what's her name?" The old man finally moved his gaze to the old woman.
The old woman glanced at Ye Qingluo, and immediately suppressed the various thoughts in her heart, and said word by word: "Go home, this girl, her name is... Ye Qingluo, this old slave once listened to the... by that name."
"Clear, clear..."
The old man's body stiffened again.
The red eye sockets that had just been pressed back suddenly became sore again.
Little by little, his trembling hand stroked towards Ye Qingluo's cheek.
That wrinkled face was full of disbelief: "Your name is Qing Luo? Are you really... called Qing Luo?!"
When the old man's hand almost touched Ye Qingluo's face.
The girl's slender white hand gently held the old man's wrist.
She raised her eyes, met the old man's probing and shocked eyes, and frowned slightly: "What's your relationship with Fengge?"
Ye Qingluo knew that she looked somewhat similar to her mother who had never masked her face.
And the old man in front of him.
At first glance, he mistook her for Feng Ge.
and…
The mood swings are a bit weird.
Obviously, the relationship with Feng Ge is very good.
Ye Qing fell to the bottom of her heart, and had some guesses.
"I... I am Feng Ge's... father." The old man said word by word, staring at Ye Qingluo.