Chapter 549 The author was pissed off

The old man was obviously stunned for a moment, then said with a cold look,

"Don't call me grandpa, I only have one granddaughter!"

Shen Pianpian: ...

I don't know whether to cry or laugh.

Seeing the old man's breathing becoming more and more rapid, she hurriedly said,

"Mr. Huo, I'm an insider on this matter. Let me explain it to you."

Huo Zhenqing raised his eyebrows and looked at Cheng Zhiyuan.

The man put down his teacup and nodded faintly to him.

The old man glanced at them one by one and sneered.

"It seems that I, an old man, am the only one who is kept in the dark?"

Huo Zhenqing remained bent over in a cowardly manner, watching his father constantly admonish him.

"Dad, you need to calm down. Think about your own body. How dare we tell you?"

Huo Chengde clenched his fists, and the wrinkles on his face were trembling.

Shen Pianxian hurriedly grabbed him,

"Mr. Huo, you have to promise me that you can keep your composure, otherwise none of us will dare to tell you the truth."

"You still dare to negotiate with me?"

It has to be said that it was quite scary when this old man, who didn't look very friendly, showed such a ferocious look. The girl shrank back a little, but she quickly stiffened her neck and glared back, as if she would never give in.

The old man looked at her expressionlessly for a long time.

It was like looking at an irreconcilable enemy, with eyes as sharp as a knife.

Shen Pianpian stared at him motionlessly, but a cold sweat broke out on his back.

Just as Cheng Zhiyuan frowned and was about to stand up, the old man finally said,

"Then tell me everything in detail, otherwise..."

The old man looked at her and said word by word while gritting his teeth.

"I won't let you go!"

Shen Pianpian breathed a sigh of relief, then without any courtesy, she pulled the old man's sleeve and gently pushed him onto the wheelchair outside the door, then pushed the wheelchair straight out of the flower hall.

"Eh? What's going on?"

Huo Zhenqing looked up in confusion.

"If she takes my dad away like this, I won't be able to give him CPR if he faints!"

Just as he was about to catch up, Cheng Zhiyuan calmly reached out and stopped him.

The man lowered his head and said calmly,

"No need, this matter can only be communicated to the old man alone by her."

"No one else can help."

Huo Zhenqing was stunned.

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It’s still the same backyard.

The afternoon sun is quite hot.

The sound of surging tides came from Peacock Mountain, which sounded somewhat refreshing and cool.

The old man's voice, cold and hard like a stone or a knife, sounded deep and deep.

"Go ahead."

Shen Pianpian stopped.

She didn't say anything, just stared at the mountain for a long time, until the old man frowned impatiently, then she slowly said,

"I visited her before winter was over."

Huo Chengde was stunned by this nonsensical sentence.

Shen Pianpian didn't look at him.

Her gaze was fixed on the hillside, on the top of which lay her gentle mother who had passed away young.

My memory goes back to that night when it was pouring rain.

Xia Yunduan, who had just been reborn, failed to keep his mother's piano and the precious gift at the auction.

I arrived at Yungang like a wandering soul in the heavy rain.

Like a cautious and embarrassed thief, in the shameful shadows, in front of the tombstone, he cried like a fool.

A very useless, very cowardly fool.

"The filial daughter Xia Yun stands tall."

The girl murmured the inscription she had found in the darkness that day.

She couldn't help but laugh, and there was self-mockery in the ending tone, and a bit of bitterness that was hard to swallow.

"How could you lie on her tombstone when I was so unfilial?"