An Ran was looking through their childhood albums on the sofa. When they heard the sound, they looked at the door together.

Mo Huaiyuan was nothing, he just felt the little thing in his arms stiffen.

Touching her shoulder, he said, "Get up."

After saying that, his tall and straight body slowly stood up.

An Zhanyu entered the door with snowflakes.

Chen's mother tiptoed and rolled the curtain. He came in. Cao Kun helped her, raised her eyes and ran into the figures of the two people in the living room. Her eyes nodded at them in a dim and unclear way.

An Zhanyu felt that his head weighed a thousand pounds and could not lift it up. When he saw An Ran at first, his eyes were also guilty, but when he looked at it, his eyes became hot-

The child is not thinner, but seems to have gained a little bit of weight.

His face is round.

The little thing took a breath and called out, "Dad."

Looking closely, it was Mo Huaiyuan who called her when he touched her face. An Zhanyu's eyes trembled and moved towards his face.

The young but mature man had a terrifying calmness and determination. The burning hatred in his eyes faded a lot and turned into a deep and bottomless black, which seemed increasingly solemn and unfathomable.

"Her household registration is still here. I want to use it and move out by the way. I will accompany her."

In one sentence, it points out the purpose, but there is no title.

He can't do it.

An Zhanyu's face turned pale, his expression seemed to be severely injured, and his body shook twice. He looked at the natural and firm gaze in his little daughter's eyes, and then he opened his mouth and said the first sentence: "Oh...then...then sit..."

...

The fragrance of tea is lingering.

An Zhanyu prefers Tieguanyin, the top green tea, which takes up half of the tea bowl with its strong flavor, and the taste is still clear and refreshing. He rolls up his cuffs and ticks his hands, but his wrist bones are shaking violently. At a glance, he knows that it is the problem that this serious illness has been caused.

This is how people are. When they are old, they will be sympathetic to those who are weak and disabled. No matter how big unforgivable the mistakes they made in youth, they can't bear to blame others for punishment at this moment.

An Ran took over and said, "Tell me what the steps are like, I'll do it!"

The little guy has a pure heart. Seeing his father looking sickly at the age of weak and sick, he must have felt a heartbroken in his heart, but he just didn't show it in front of him.

Mo Huaiyuan gently surrounded her behind her, and some words were inconvenient to say in front of her, but she should not be relieved to let her leave, so she just did it.

Now that his hands were empty, there was nothing to interfere with the conversation between the two. An Zhanyu choked for a moment and didn't know what to say.

"Did you two decide to settle outside?"

"The place in Z City is good, but I think it's better to go back to Kyoto than to be so close to home. You... can live a little farther away from me, but at least it's in the Kyoto area...it's convenient to do anything, or when you want to come back..."

An Zhanyu's pride when he was young seemed to fade away suddenly, and his words were aging and powerless. He wanted to beg for advice and persuade him. He spoke happily, laughing, begging his children to come back.

The two men were silent and motionless.

“…”

The little guy still knows the superiority of the old and the young. He used a wooden clip to push the first cup of tea in front of his father, gave the second cup to him, and gave the rest to himself.

"The first house over there is already under negotiation, and it is impossible to change it in a short time."

Mo Huaiyuan refuted, staring at the head of the little thing in his arms. He pinched the cup and said, "If she has plans to come back in the future... then let's talk about it."

An Zhanyu felt a severe pain in his heart.

He was told by Mo Huaiyuan. He was unwilling to give up, staring at the little thing, and opened his mouth in a hoarse voice: "Ranran..."

The little thing shook his hands and the teacup flipped.

She paused, her eyelashes trembled slightly, she reached out to straighten the teacup, looked at him, and said, "Don't force us to do things we don't want to do, okay? We won't come back, you know why, it's easier to ask me alone. If he is unhappy, how can I be happy?"

Her Mo Huaiyuan is more important than her little lovesickness and love for home.

An Zhanyu felt a strong sourness suddenly rushed over to his head. He pursed his lips firmly, blinked a few times before he could get through that feeling, and he forced a smile and nodded.

"Okay... as long as you think it's good...you... are you going to get married? Na Ranran
Chapter completed!