A family reunion is an extremely rare thing. Although he comes back once a year to see it, Chen Yufan always feels this kind of warmth in his heart, which he has not seen for a long time. He seems to think of the hundred years in the cave and the courtyard.

The already withered wall-creeper felt inexplicably sad for a while.

There was no big fish or meat in the meal, just some farm dishes, but they were delicious. Old man Chen Zhenghe was in a particularly good mood today. He also drank a few glasses of wine, and his face turned red. He had an old feeling.

To feel comforted, my eyes sometimes stared at Chen Suifeng, sometimes at Chen Yufan, feeling extremely melancholy in my heart.

After the dinner, Chen Yufan sat alone in the yard, staring blankly at the familiar grape trellis and the withered wall-creepers, feeling sour in his heart. He had a hundred years more life than ordinary people.

Life is even longer, it contains more knowledge than ordinary people cannot learn in several lifetimes, and it is even stronger.

But he was not happy in his heart. He stared blankly at a wall of wall-climbing tigers. He couldn't help but think of the courtyard where he always stayed in his youth, with the breeze blowing. Looking at the green grass and vines, he felt like saying no.

I didn't know about the joy of the clear path before, but now I know it. It is related to spiritualism.

Quietly listening to the sound of spring passing and autumn coming, listening to the sadness of these flowers and plants fading and life coming to an end, his face became more and more confused. Psychic, psychic, and aware of the spirituality of all things, as long as there is a little life

, Chen Yufan can hear their voices.

However, there is no sadness in these voices. They seem to be just lamenting the passing of spring and the coming of autumn. It is the sigh of the vegetation and autumn.

At this moment, in the west wing, Murong Xuehua was talking to his daughter-in-law Li Qinhua, clapped her hands, and chatted about home affairs. In the east wing, Chen Suifeng and Chen Zhenghe were sitting opposite each other, lighting incense beside them.

, holding tea in his hand, looking at the chess in his eyes, silently saying nothing.

Bang, as a sunspot fell, the old man Chen Zhenghe raised his head, his eyes a little frightened. The muddy color on his face had long been washed away. He was wearing clean short clothes and could no longer look like an old farmer in the field.

Although there are wrinkles on the face, the charm is indeed that of a scholar, very aloof.

Chen Zheng and the old man opened their pursed mouths as Heizi fell, and said: "Suifeng, sooner or later, I have to tell that kid Yu Fan about this matter. Since he already knows about it, that's fine. Anyway.

You don’t want to hide it from him for the rest of your life! But Old Man Long’s suggestion..."

As he spoke, Chen Zhenghe trembled slightly and hesitated. He pretended to drink tea but was actually thinking about some issues. After a long time, he took the tea bowl away from his mouth and said: "His thoughts are reasonable. After all, he

You are the only son and Yu Fan is the grandson, so he must ask Yu Fan to inherit something. It is safer to control a behemoth like Longmen in his own hands than to put it in the hands of others!"

Click, another chess piece, Chen Suifeng laughed and said: "Father said yes, but the boy Yu Fan is a little resistant!"

The old man smiled and said happily: "Yu Fan is indeed a descendant of my Chen family. He has some backbone. After all, it's not who was right or wrong about what happened back then. But with the character of Old Man Long, I guess he won't

It has been very difficult for him to give up these years. Once a terrifying existence like Longmen falls into the hands of someone with ulterior motives, there will be some disturbances."

After taking a light sip of tea, Chen Zhenghe stared at Chen Yufan, who had been sitting in the yard, and said silently: "This kid Yufan is pretty good, not bad!"

"Does father really want him to take over Longmen? He is still a child?" Chen Suifeng said immediately.

Chen Zhenghe shook his hand and said with a smile: "No rush, no rush. Since he wants to study abroad, let him go! In one or two years, he will mature. When he matures, he will come back to think about this issue.

It’s too late. But, with my body, maybe I can’t see it anymore, I can’t see it anymore!”

The old man looked at Chen Yufan sadly, his eyes full of reluctance. Chen Suifeng also raised his head, took a deep breath and comforted him: "You are still strong and strong, and you are still waiting to repay your great-grandson? How can you say such depressing words!"

As he spoke, he looked at the chess game he was playing and said: "We, father and son, have been playing this game for ten years, why not play it for another ten years!"
Chapter completed!