Over the years, he has never forgotten Ye Tian’s hobbies.

Ye Youyou walked in and looked around and found that the decoration was actually very elegant and exquisite.

In this small town, it looks particularly stylish.

But after looking around, he didn't notice the figure of the old man. Ye Youyou had some ominous premonition in his heart. He looked at Ye Zhenhua and asked, "Where is Grandpa?"

Ye Zhenhua saw the expression on his face and was a little angry, just like when she did something wrong when she was a child, and said, "Grandpa is inside. Grandpa doesn't speak Mandarin. Can you still speak our hometown dialect?"

Ye Youyou thought for a while and said, "Grandpa?"

Ye Zhenhua couldn't help laughing and said, "Grandpa is inside, hurry up."

Ye Youyou felt warm in her heart. When she walked into the living room, she did not see her grandfather.

In my memory, the old man who often smiled and supported her, bowed his back slightly, pulled her up and led her everywhere.

But as soon as he walked into the old man's room, Ye Youyou couldn't help but feel sore in his eyes and almost burst into tears.

The old man in the room was covered in white hair, with a haggard face, and was wearing a gray-white Zhongshan suit, looking much older than he had back then.

When he saw Ye Youyou, he shouted: "Xiqi is back."

Ye Youyou's eyes were hot, and she walked towards the old man and said, "Grandpa..." But except for a grandpa, Ye Youyou couldn't say anything else.

It's too long and too long since I've come back, and she's forgotten even the dialect.

Ye Youyou suddenly realized her reaction, as if she had lived in the imperial capital for so many years, it seemed that she had not made her feel happy.

The happiness she once thought collapsed and collapsed little by little, but in the end, she was not as warm as the old man at home.

The old man held Ye Youyou's hand with his dry hands and said, "Xiqi is getting more and more beautiful. Have you ever brought her boyfriend back?"

Ye Youyou shook her head and said, "No..."

The two simple words are used in dialect.

But apart from simple words, Ye Youyou couldn't say anything more and shouted: "Bad!"

Ye Zhenhua heard this, walked in from outside and said, "What's wrong?"

"I'm not Xixi. Tell my grandpa, I... can't speak anymore."

Ye Zhenhua was a little amused and started translating soon.

The old man was a little dazed and had mild dementia. When he heard Ye Zhenhua's words, he only gave a little reaction and then said: "Eat."

Ye Zhenhua had no choice but to say, "In the past two years, he has not been in good spirits. The doctor said he has Alzheimer's disease and needs to watch it at any time. So in recent years, I have stopped working and stayed at home to take care of him. Fortunately, I had some savings when I was young, and I lived a very comfortable life without working. I have repaired the house, isn't it good?"

Ye Youyou looked around and saw that the environment decoration was very elegant and in all aspects, it was very stylish.

However, it is also the style that Ye Tian likes.

Light retro, nostalgic style.

From wherever you can clearly see Ye Tian's shadow.

Her hobbies and taste have penetrated into this strange and familiar home.

I gave up a man who loved her so much, married a wealthy businessman who only knew how to be busy all day, and lived a life of a luxurious appearance now. How sad...

Ye Youyou pulled her lips and said, "It looks good."
Chapter completed!