Over the years, he has never forgotten Ye Tian's hobby.
Ye Youyou walked in, took a look around, and found that the decoration was actually very elegant and exquisite.
It looks particularly stylish in this small town.
But after looking around, he didn't see the old man. Ye Youyou had a bad feeling in her heart, so she looked at Ye Zhenhua and asked, "Where's Grandpa?"
Seeing the expression on his face, Ye Zhenhua felt a little angry, just like when she did something wrong when she was a child, and said, "Grandpa is in there. Grandpa can't speak Mandarin. Can you still speak our local dialect?"
Ye Youyou thought for a moment and said, "Grandpa?"
Ye Zhenhua couldn't help laughing and said, "Grandpa is inside, go in quickly."
Ye Youyou felt warm in her heart and walked into the living room, but did not see grandpa.
In her memory, the old man who always embraced her with a smile on his face would slightly bend his back, pull her up, and lead her around everywhere.
But as soon as she walked into the old man's room, Ye Youyou couldn't help but feel her eyes sore and she almost burst into tears.
The old man in the room had a head full of white hair and a haggard face. He was wearing a gray and white Zhongshan suit and looked much older than he used to be.
When he saw Ye Youyou, he shouted, "Xixi is back."
Ye Youyou's eyes were hot, she walked towards the old man and said, "Grandpa..." But apart from the word "Grandpa", Ye Youyou couldn't say anything else.
It has been so long since she came back, so long that she even forgot her dialect.
Ye Youyou suddenly realized that all the years she had lived in the imperial capital did not seem to make her happy.
The happiness she once thought of collapsed and disintegrated bit by bit. In the end, it was not as warm as the warmth brought to her heart by the elderly people at home.
The old man held Ye Youyou's hand with his dry hand and said, "Xixi is getting more and more beautiful. Did you bring your boyfriend back?"
Ye Youyou shook her head and said, "No..."
These two simple words are spoken in dialect.
But apart from simple words, Ye Youyou couldn't say anything more, and shouted: "Dad!"
Ye Zhenhua heard it, walked in from outside and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I'm not Xixi. Tell Grandpa that I... can't speak anymore."
Ye Zhenhua was a little amused and started translating quickly.
The old man was a little dazed and had a slight dementia. Hearing Ye Zhenhua's words, he only gave a slight reaction and then said, "Eat."
Ye Zhenhua was helpless and said, "In the past two years, his mental state has not been good. The doctor said that he has Alzheimer's disease and needs to be watched at all times. So I haven't worked in recent years and stayed at home to take care of him. Fortunately, I had some savings when I was young, so I lived comfortably without working. So I renovated the house. Doesn't it look good?"
Ye Youyou looked around and found the environment and decoration very elegant, and very stylish in every aspect.
But this is also the style that Ye Tian likes.
Light retro, nostalgic style.
Ye Tian’s shadow could be clearly seen from everywhere.
Her hobbies and her taste have permeated this strange yet familiar home.
She abandoned a man who loved her so much and married a wealthy businessman who only knew how to be busy all day. Now she lives a life of luxury in vain. How sad it is...
Ye Youyou pursed her lips and said, "It looks good."
Ye Zhenhua finally smiled again and said, "I'll go get some food for your grandpa."
(End of this chapter)