Mentioning this, Lin Ran blushed a little if she said that she measured it with her eyes.
Wouldn't that be telling Shi Yan that I had been secretly staring at him and looking at his whole body?
If Shi Yan teases me again, won’t I be ashamed and angry to death?
So when Lin Ran was about to put the blame on Song Yao.
But I didn't expect that Shi Yan actually guessed it.
"Was it the other morning?
You kept staring at me, and I thought you missed me.
It turns out I was just being sentimental.”
God knows how fast his heart beat when Lin Ran stared at him that day.
Only now did she realize that Lin Ran was just measuring her clothes that day.
Seeing that Shi Yan was still feeling wronged, Lin Ran couldn't help but say in a low voice:
"It seems that my measurements and clothes were made in vain, as someone doesn't appreciate it at all.
I was just being sentimental.”
When Shi Yan heard this, he immediately put away the aggrieved look on his face and pretended to be stupid.
"Who is so ignorant?
Don't be angry, it's not me anyway."
“You’ll be poor!”
Lin Ran snorted softly.
But I also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as I had finally gotten over the peeping incident.
Shi Yan finally stopped joking at this time, and held Lin Ran's hands tightly with his backhand, and said solemnly:
"Ranran, thank you!
Whether it’s the longevity noodles or this set of clothes.
Of course, the most important thing is your intention.
I felt it all.
I’m really, really happy!”
Lin Ran really couldn't stand Shi Yan's burning gaze at the moment, it was almost melting her.
So she quickly pulled her hand back and ran away when Shi Yan wasn't paying attention.
Just leave a sentence.
"Okay, the birthday ceremony is over, I have to go to work."
Shi Yan looked at Lin Ran's hurried steps, the smile in his black eyes gradually grew and spread to the corners of his mouth.
He stared at the direction where Lin Ran left for a long time before finally looking away.
But this time his eyes fell on the clothes in his hands and the empty bowl on the table.
Shi Yan couldn't help but look into the void, muttering softly.
"Grandfather, grandmother, father, do you see me in heaven?
Isn’t it very good to dye?
So you don't have to worry about me, I am very happy now.
My mother is also very nice.
You guys have to take care of yourselves in heaven too!"
…
At the same time, in a manor far overseas.
A middle-aged man was sitting in the study, staring at the photo in his hand in a daze, coughing from time to time.
That's a family photo.
An elderly couple in Tang suits sat on the rosewood chairs in the middle.
Behind him stood an imposing man and a gentle woman leaning beside him.
There was also a little boy about five years old who insisted on standing in the middle of the four people in a mischievous manner.
In the end, he could only sit on the back of the rosewood chair between the two old men.
The child, having achieved his goal, smiled with satisfaction.
The middle-aged man's eyes became red as he watched.
Then I couldn't help but let my tears drip onto the photo.
The man panicked when he realized that his tears had wet the photo.
He frantically wiped the tears from the photo.
Don't get the photo dirty.
This is Xiaoyan’s favorite photo.
He must keep it safe, as he will use it to make fun of Xiaoyan later.
Thinking of Xiaoyan, the tears on the man's face flowed even more violently like a dam breaking.
Xiaoyan is nineteen years old this year, right?
Have you married yet?
Maybe he'll even have a grandson.
No, my granddaughter is better.
The biggest regret for him and Wanjun is that they didn't have a little girl.
I think Wanjun would like to have a granddaughter.
But the more the man thought about it, the more his longing wrapped around his heart like a vine. He felt like he couldn't breathe and subconsciously clenched his chest tightly.
My throat became more and more itchy, and my cough became more and more violent, as if I was about to cough out my lungs.
Such a big noise soon attracted people.
The door of the study was opened immediately.
A servant walked in tremblingly, supporting a white-haired old man.
As soon as the old man came in, he saw the photo in the middle-aged man's hand, and his eyes suddenly turned red.
He secretly wiped away the turbid tears from the corners of his eyes, sniffed again, and then scolded the man in the room with a stern face:
"Look at what you look like now?
What would Wanjun and Xiaoyan think if they saw you looking so depressed? "
“They can’t see it anymore, cough cough cough… They can’t see it anymore, cough cough cough… We can’t go back at all!
Cough cough cough…"
The middle-aged man coughed so hard that he could hardly breathe, and he was so sad that he collapsed directly on the chair.
The old man finally sighed upon seeing this.
"Xinhan, you must remember that as long as you are alive, there is hope.
As long as you take good care of your health, we will be reunited one day.
But if people are gone, then there really is nothing to see.”
After saying that, the old man raised his head, letting the tears blur his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man, Shi Xinhan, stopped coughing suddenly.
He knew his father was talking about his mother.
Thinking of my deceased mother whom I will never see again.
Shi Xinhan finally couldn't help but burst into tears.
"It's all because of the son's uselessness. He couldn't protect the Shi family, couldn't protect his mother, and couldn't even protect his wife and children.
My son is a waste!
Ahhhh…"
He couldn't even go to his mother's grave to burn incense and kowtow.
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