The old man looked at her face as if looking at the most cherished thing in the world.
Heart, trembling fiercely.
this face.
the name.
True or not...
It was enough to set off a huge wave in his heart.
Ye Qingluo listened to the old man's words.
The expression on his face froze.
Feng Ge's father
That is...
Her grandfather? !
etc!
Niangqin is from thousands of years ago!
Then... how old is mother's father
This... this leap is a bit big.
She is a little confused now.
This is a bit illogical!
The old man stared at Ye Qingluo's face: "You and Xiaoge look so much alike... so alike..."
She has a face that is 80% similar to that of Feng Ge.
Wearing Feng Ge's clothes.
That bright and disdainful attitude is completely, exactly the same as the style in memory.
If it weren't for those eyes...
It is obviously different from Feng Ge who has stood in the position of the Emperor of the God Emperor for many years.
The old man really wants to treat the girl in front of him as his own daughter...
"Qing Luo... You are Qing Luo, right?" The old man asked with a trembling voice, a little tentative, a little hopeful.
Ye Qingluo pursed her lips and nodded slowly: "Yes, I am Ye Qingluo."
She paused, then asked again, "You know me?"
"Xiaoge's daughter...as a father, how could I not know?" The old man stretched out his hand and held Ye Qingluo's hand again.
"Patriarch!" The old woman's expression was serious.
She glanced at Ye Qingluo, then looked at the old man again, and said in a low voice: "Patriarch, this girl appeared out of thin air..."
Similar looks.
It also happens to be called Qing Luo.
How could there be such a coincidence in the world
like…
It's just a set.
A trap attempting to destroy the Feng Mansion...
What kind of blow should this be to the old Patriarch
The girl's identity must be thoroughly investigated.
However... the old man didn't care, and held Ye Qingluo's hand firmly with both hands: "Even if it's fake... it will make me look at Xiaoge again, or imagine countless times... seeing Xiaoge's daughter... I will Also, willingly."
The old man's voice was a little choked.
That is the old man, the longing for his loved ones.
Ye Qingluo's eyes were slightly red, and his nose was a little sore, but he held the old man's wrinkled hand instead.
She can feel it.
The old man is really... missing Feng Ge.
"Sister Fairy, this is Xixi's favorite cherry blossom cake!" Xiao Budian trotted in with short legs.
He also held a dessert plate in his hand.
After rushing into the room.
When he saw the majestic and tall figure, the smile immediately froze on his face: "Grandpa, grandpa..."
The little one stood up straight as if frightened.
The small plate in his hand was trembling slightly.
"Young master." The old woman, Granny Feng, pulled Xiao BuDian towards her, and patted his head comfortingly.
The old man turned his head, looked at the little boy with a slightly pale face hiding beside Granny Feng's legs, and waved to him.
The little boy was a little scared, but he still bit his lower lip, and moved to the old man's side in small steps.
The old man pulled the little one into his arms, and then let him face Ye Qingluo: "Do you know her?"
The little one looked at Ye Qingluo, with a frightened expression on his pink and jade-carved face: "Grandpa, I don't dare to be playful anymore! Grandpa, don't punish sister fairy, okay..."
"Grandpa didn't punish her." The old man patted the little one on the head, "You like her very much?"
Xiao Budian immediately shook her head: "No... Xixi doesn't like her! Grandpa let her go, okay?"