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As she stepped onto the cobblestone path, the familiar feeling returned.

The memories that were stored in the depths of his mind appeared before his eyes one by one.

She remembered that when she was fine, she liked to play here.

After so many years, nothing seemed to have changed.

The breeze blew gently and lifted the ends of her hair. She tilted her head and tucked her hair behind her ears. Under the shadows of the trees, she stood tall and slender.

When Teng Yiyang turned around, he saw a scene like this that overlapped with his memory.

However, the current her had an air of stubbornness and estrangement. She was no longer the girl who used to have a smile that was like a flower and displayed everything on her face.

He did not like the change, as if it had pushed him out of the world.

Ji Anan walked a few steps before realizing that he was waiting for her at the end of the path.

His hands were in his pockets, and his eyes were deep. No one knew what he was thinking about.

She decided to ignore him and directly walked towards the lily pond.

She only took a few steps when she heard footsteps behind her. She didn't care since this was his home and he could go wherever he wanted.

At this moment, he heard his voice.

"The lotus flower has already bloomed."

As if confirming his words, she walked out of the small forest, and what entered her eyes was a pond full of lotus flowers.

In the lotus fields, the lotus flowers were straight to the outside, the pavilion was clean, the wind blew, the flowers and leaves moved slightly, and a delicate fragrance wafted in the air, causing one to be unable to help but relax.

Teng Yiyang stopped beside her and turned to look at her, "Do you think that this lotus flower has grown even larger than before?"

He was growing, and it seemed as though the flowers were growing as well.

He withdrew his gaze and smiled, "In another month, I will be able to collect the lotus root and the lotus root. I haven't eaten for so many years, do you miss it?"

"What I ate before was a little interesting, but now I can sell it outside. If you want to eat it, go to the market and buy your own food." Ji An's voice was calm as he replied.

The smile on his face froze. Teng Yi Yang suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulled her in front of him, and gnashed his teeth as he said, "Ji An An, are you purposely angry at me? Every word you say, you want to stab me? Would you be happy? "

"Is there a need for me to anger you or to stab you? Are you delusional about being persecuted? " What she said was the truth. Why did this person insist on going to a dead end?

Teng Yi Yang tightened his fingers and leaned forward to lock his gaze onto her face, not letting her expression change in the slightest. "Ji An An, don't tell me you don't miss this place?" miss the place where we lived together? "

Thinking about it, however, when one thinks about what you have said and what you have done, one reminds oneself of how foolish and naive one can be. How could one dare to think about it? The more clear the memory, the more painful his heart would be!

Before she replied, Teng Yi Yang suddenly mocked himself, "That's right. You just left like that. How could you remember this place when you were so heartless?"

It wasn't what he said, but if that was what he thought, it was better to misunderstand. She didn't want to get involved with him anymore.

At this moment, waves of pain came from her wrist. She let out a cry of pain and tried to pull back her hand.

He frowned slightly, but let go.

His fair hands were already slightly red, and he muttered a vexation curse in a low voice.

He didn't control his strength well.

Every time he met her, he would lose control of himself.

Ji An was already used to it. Ever since Ning had met him, he had always been domineering and domineering. It had been a headache for him.

Just as she wanted to stay far away from him, her gaze swept across and found that Qiushan Jun. She was stunned for a moment before she walked over.

The fingers touched the seat, and the memory came on.

At that time, they were young, and she envied the female host for owning her own swing. He made fun of her being full of boring thoughts, but he had still personally arranged one for her.

Although the planks chosen were uneven, they were sturdy enough to be installed. Unexpectedly, after so many years, it was still there.

"No one has sat here since you left." Teng Yiyang said from behind her.

"Perhaps no one is as bored as I am."

Teng Yi Yang opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

He wanted to say that a few days ago, someone had wanted to borrow this swing to win his favor, but he had driven them away.

But she didn't seem to care, and he lost the urge to explain.

"Grandpa Teng should be ready. Don't make him wait. Let's go back."

Ning didn't dare to take another glance at Qiujia. He was afraid that if he did, those hidden memories would be dug out.

And he was still there, and she didn't want him to see a joke.

Teng Yiyang didn't object. She no longer had the mood to stroll around, and the two of them quickly returned to the mansion.

Uncle Liu was already waiting at the door. When he saw Ji An'an, tears welled up in his eyes. "An'an, you're back."

Ji An's eyes reddened as he tried his best to hold back his tears. "Uncle Liu, it's me. I'm back. Is Grandpa Teng in there?"

Uncle Liu wiped the corners of his eyes and quickly moved aside, "The old gramps is inside. He has been waiting for you for a long time. Go in quickly."

Ning nodded, then changed his shoes and entered.

An old figure was sitting with his back facing her. It was still the familiar Chinese tunic, but his hair was no longer as thick, and it had become even whiter.

"Grandpa Teng —"

Ning covered his mouth, calling out from deep within his heart.

The old man with the crutch slowly turned his head, and said with a smile, "Ah."

Just like when he came home from school.

Ji An could no longer hold it in and pounced towards Teng Qingshan. "Grandpa Teng, I'm back. You're back."

Old Man Teng threw his crutch and caught her. With bloodshot eyes, he patted her back lightly and said, "Good child, you're the most sensible. How could you be disrespectful? "Grandfather even thought I'd never see you again. It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back …"

Hearing these words, Ji An's heart clenched even more. "It's not good. I shouldn't have left for so many years. I should have come back to visit you every now and then."

"It's not your fault."

Old Man Teng had only said this before tears flowed down Ji An's face.

Grandpa Teng didn't ask anything, but he knew everything.

There was relief, pity, understanding, and love in those words.

Looking at the scene in the hall, Teng Yi Yang was moved.

The house that seemed to be devoid of any life was suddenly filled with the scent of a home that hadn't been bustling for a long time.

"Alright, Grandfather, please don't cry anymore. Sit down and we'll talk about it."

Teng Yiyang's words immediately caused Old Master Teng to roll his eyes. "Don't bother us, father and grandson, with our reminiscence. Go to the side!" He turned his head to smile at Ji An. "This stinking brat just needs to be tidied up. Let's ignore him."

Teng Yiyang rubbed his nose and had no choice but to find a safe place to sit.

Ji An's mood improved when he saw Old Man Teng's defeated appearance. He helped Old Man Teng to sit down and answered every question he asked.

Teng Yi Yang supported his face with one hand as he greedily looked at her side profile.

Pure and gentle, beautiful and fair.

If only he could watch it like this every day.
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