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

After a long sleep, Ye Fan finally regained consciousness.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the light outside the window shone in through the fine blinds, sprinkling the colorful ground.

"I'm..."

Ye Fan's mind was obviously a bit broken at this time.

A pair of godless eyes glanced around.

Simple decorations are full of the heavy weight of time.

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

On the table are the radios that were 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 take a look" that was popular all over the country.

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

The pendulum inside swayed eternally, and the ticking sound once ran through Ye Fan's entire childhood.

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

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

At that time, in such a small courtyard, there was an old man who was already over 70 years old who accompanied a child who was learning to speak through his entire childhood.

The train passed slowly at that time, and Ye Fan, who had already started a family and started a career, sat there, looking over with affectionate eyes, but he was all like himself, his childhood.

Although the expectations in the distance are beautiful, the short suspension of the train is better like the beautiful look back at the years.

At that time, the light played the sound of nature when returning home. Ye Fan, who had experienced all the vicissitudes of life, was here. His affectionate eyes outlined the carefree and moving picture of the past.

Nothing has changed.

Everything is still the same as before.

The old radio and the wall clock kept ticking. For some reason, Ye Fan felt as if he was in his throat as if he was ticking in his throat. He had the urge to cry in an instant.

"Silly kid, just cry if you want to?"

"Grandma is your eternal harbor."

A kind voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

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

The moment he saw this old man, Ye Fan's still suppressed emotions in his heart seemed to have found a vent.

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

Ye Fan didn't say anything, but just cried loudly in the old man's arms.

If this scene is the one that Chen Ao and others will definitely be shocked to see it.

Who would have thought that the powerful man who once dominated Jiangdong and swept across the Japanese country would cry like a child in the arms of this old man?

But thinking about it carefully, there is nothing to be shocked.

After all, Ye Fan is just a teenager who is just over twenty years old. The others are still students who have not yet had an ivory tower at his age.

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

What's more, it doesn't matter how old it is. Even the strongest person will inevitably have soft places in his heart.

Sometimes, even a man in his forties would lie on his friend's shoulders on a quiet night after getting drunk, crying like a pen.

Life is really hard.

No matter how independent and strong a person is, he will eventually collapse in emotions and burst into tears at some point.
Chapter completed!