Xiao Zi cooked a table of dishes, and the old man also opened a bottle of wine that he had treasured for many years.

Xiao Zi drank a few drinks with him, but did not dare to drink more. She is now quitting drinking.

"We'll have hot pot another day. I'll ask the kitchen to prepare hot pot ingredients." The old man said while chatting.

Xiao Zi's hands holding the vegetables paused slightly.

Hot pot?

He blinked a few times, and there seemed to be emotions rolling in his eyes.

She didn't say anything, but Xiao Yu clapped her hands: "Okay, Xiao Yu likes hot pot."

"Okay, come over with your mother then. Grandpa will cook hot pot for you. Do you want it spicy?"

“Not very tasty.”

"Then it won't be spicy."

Xiao Zi didn't talk much. Most of the time, she listened to their chatter. She ate quietly aside, always with a loving smile on her face.

The old man is very happy, really happy.

Over the years, he even thought that Xiao Zi was no longer alive, but now that he saw that she was still well and even starting to live again, his eyes were always filled with tears.

As you get older, you tend to get emotional easily.

When he was young, he was not emotional, had a tough attitude, and had a hot temper. Now I feel really emotional, how time flies.

Every time they come over on weekends, they don't stay too long and go back around evening.

Xiao Zi also enrolled Xiao Yu in a hobby class. Xiao Yu liked guitar and Go, so she would send him to the hobby class on time.

In the evening, Xiao Zi took Xiao Yu away. The old man was still sitting on the deck chair in the yard, waving his hand: "Let's go, come back another day, it's close anyway."

"Goodbye, grandpa." Xiao Yu also waved.

Walking to the door, Xiao Yu became curious about a large field in the distance and pointed: "Mom, where is that place? The door is closed and there seems to be no one."

Xiao Zi stood in the wind and took a look, then looked back indifferently: "That's someone else's place, it's nothing."

Xiao Yu didn't ask any more questions.

Xiao Zi got in the car and looked back at the open space.

Those were youthful years that can never be returned.

The car started and left the villa area.

The setting sun in the evening fell on the calm ground, and the setting sun sank little by little until it fell on the other side of the mountain.

The lights in the villa area turned on, and the old man no longer sat outside. It was too cold outside.

The wind blew the vines, making a rustling sound. The villa area was empty and quiet at night.

As I get older, I don’t really like this kind of quietness.

Fortunately, there are many servants here.

He sighed, packed up the newspaper and tea cup, and returned to the house.

"Master." Before he had taken a few steps, a low and hoarse voice came from behind him. It seemed like an auditory hallucination, but also seemed to be far away.

The old man thought he heard wrongly at first, so when he turned his head, he saw Meng Chen standing at the door.

It's Meng Chen.

Meng Chen was alone, with empty hands, standing at the door, his eyes falling on the old man, brewing with deep thoughts.

The old man stood outside for a long time, looking at Meng Chen intently.

It's him.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he saw Meng Chen. Even if he saw him a few years ago, it was only in a hurry.

He knew a lot of things, but he didn't want to mention them anymore. He looked at Meng Chen silently, with thousands of words hidden in his eyes.

It took a long time before the old man's weathered face showed some expression: "Come in, it's cold outside and it's getting late."

The room was very warm, with a heater and a fire.

The servant made tea, and the scent of tea floated in the air.

"Does Si Nian know you are back?" the old man asked.
Chapter completed!