The 99th Divorce

Over the years, Ye Tian has not forgotten his hobby.

Ye Youyou walked in, looked around, and found that the decoration was actually very elegant and delicate.

In this small town, it looks extra special.

But after looking around, I didn't find the figure of the old man. Ye Youyou had some ominous premonition in her heart. She looked at Ye Zhenhua and asked, "Grandpa?"

Ye Zhenhua saw the expression on his face, a little weird, just like she did the wrong thing when she was a child, and said: "Grandpa is in it. Grandpa can't speak Mandarin, can you still speak our native language?"

Ye Youyou thought about it and said, "Grandpa?"

Ye Zhenhua Ren Jun couldn't help but say, "Grandpa is inside, hurry in."

Ye Youyou warmed up and walked into the living room without seeing Grandpa's figure.

In the memory, the old man who always supported her with a smile, bowed her back slightly, pulled her up and led her around.

But as soon as he walked into the old man's room, Ye Youyou couldn't help having a sour eye and almost burst into tears.

The old man in the room was covered with gray hair and withered face. He was wearing a gray tunic and looked much older than he was.

When he saw Ye Youyou, she shouted, "Cici is back."

Ye Youyou's eyes were hot, and she walked towards the old man, saying, "Grandpa ..." But apart from the grandpa, Ye Youyou couldn't say anything else.

For too long, too long, too long, did not come back, so long ago, she even forgot the dialect.

Ye Youyou reacted suddenly, as if she had lived in the Imperial City for so many years. It seemed that she did not make her happy.

The happiness that I once thought collapsed and collapsed little by little, and in the end, she couldn't compare with the old man at home and made her feel warm.

The old man's dry hand came to hold Ye Youyou's hand and said, "Cici is getting more and more beautiful. Has she brought her boyfriend back?"

Ye Youyou shook her head and said, "No ..."

The simple words are dialects.

But besides the simple vocabulary, Ye Youyou couldn't say more, shouted: "Abba!"

Ye Zhenhua heard and walked in from the outside and said, "What's wrong?"

"I'm not Sissi, tell Grandpa, I ... will not speak."

Ye Zhenhua couldn't help crying, and soon began to translate.

The old man was dazzled and had a slight dementia. Hearing Ye Zhenhua's words, he only gave a little response, and then said: "Dine."

Ye Zhenhua was helpless and said: "In the past two years, his mental state has not been good. The doctor said that he is suffering from dementia. I have to watch at any time. I made a little deposit at the time, and lived comfortably when I was not working. No, I repaired the house. Is n’t it beautiful? "

Ye Youyou looked around, the environment decoration is very elegant, in all aspects, it is very stylish.

But, it is also the style that Ye Tian likes.

Light retro, nostalgic style.

From everywhere, we can clearly see Ye Tian's shadow.

Her hobby, her taste, has penetrated into this strange and familiar home.

Abandoning a man who loves her so far, marrying a wealthy businessman who only knows how to be busy all day long, and living today with a vain and luxurious appearance, how sad ...

Ye Youyou rubbed her lips and said, "It looks good."

Ye Zhenhua finally smiled again and said, "I'll go and cook for your grandfather."