In the blur, a little light shone in from the darkness.

After falling asleep for a long time, Ye Fan finally regained consciousness.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the light outside the window shone through the fine blinds, spreading colorful colors all over the ground.

"I am..."

At this time, Ye Fan's mind was obviously a little fragmented.

A pair of dull eyes scanned the surroundings.

The simple furnishings are full of the weight of time.

There are old-fashioned tables and chairs displayed in the front, and there are also several portraits of the founding leaders of China on the wall.

On the table are radios popular in the 1990s.

Ye Fan remembers that when he was a child, he stood in front of the old radio and listened to a particularly sweet girl singing "Go Home and See" which was popular all over the country at that time.

Above the radio, there is an old-fashioned wall clock hanging.

The pendulum inside is swinging forever, and the ticking sound has run through Ye Fan's entire childhood.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar scene in front of him, Ye Fan was stunned.

For a moment, Ye Fan felt that everything seemed to be back to the past.

At that time, in such a small courtyard, there was an old man who had passed his seventies, accompanying a child who was learning to talk, and spent his entire childhood.

When the train of time passed by slowly, Ye Fan, who had already married and established a career, was sitting there, looking at him with affectionate eyes, but all he saw was himself as a child.

The expectations in the distance are beautiful, but the short stop of the train is more like a beautiful look back at the years.

At that time, the light played the natural sound of returning home, and Ye Fan, who had gone through many vicissitudes of life, was here, looking with affectionate eyes, and sketched out the touching picture of that carefree time.

Nothing has changed.

Everything is still the same as before.

The old radio, the ticking wall clock, I don't know why, seeing everything familiar in front of him, Ye Fan felt like a lump in his throat, and he suddenly had the urge to cry.

"Silly boy, just cry if you want to, right?"

"Grandma, this place is your eternal harbor."

A kind voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

Ye Fan looked up, and at some point, the simple and kind-hearted old man had already arrived in front of the door.

The moment he saw the old man, Ye Fan seemed to find an outlet for the suppressed emotions in his heart.

He rushed over and got into the old man's arms just like he did when he was a child.

Ye Fan didn't speak, he just cried loudly in the old man's arms.

If Chen Ao and others saw this scene, they would definitely be shocked.

Who would have thought that the powerful man in the Tianbang who once dominated Jiangdong and swept across Japan would be crying like a child in the arms of this old man?

But if you think about it carefully, it's actually nothing shocking.

After all, Ye Fan is just a boy who has just turned 20. Others at his age are still students who have not yet emerged from the ivory tower.

Yes, a young man in his early twenties, no matter how strong he is on weekdays, is still just a child in the eyes of elders at this age.

What's more, no matter how old you are, no matter how strong you are, there will always be a soft spot in your heart.

Sometimes, even a man in his forties, after getting drunk, will lie on a friend's shoulder in the dead of night and cry his heart out.

Life is really too hard.

No matter how independent and strong a person is, he will eventually break down emotionally and burst into tears at some point.

Qiu Mucheng was like that back then, and so is Ye Fan now.
Chapter completed!