When Qi Qi walked to the car, Fu Yan inside had already pushed the car door open.

She glanced at him with a smile, leaned over and sat in.

Fu Yan glanced at the yard outside the car window: "Leaving?"

"Let's go."

After hearing Shen Chu's words, Fu Yan asked Yang Tongguang in front to start the car.

Fu Wenpei in front saw the gesture, started the car and drove forward.

Fu Yan looked at Shen Chu beside him, "Are you really not going to take Mr. Li to Lincheng?"

Shen Chu shook his head: "Forget it, he has spent most of his life here."

As she said that, she smiled: "What's more, he and I are not related to each other. He is such a bad old man, and I don't want to care about him so much!"

As soon as the car started to move, another thunder sounded, and then raindrops fell on the car.

Fu Yan glanced out the car window again. Old Li, who was drinking tea in the main room, stood up and walked to the threshold of the main room to look at their car.

Fu Yan hesitated for a moment: "Why don't you look back?"

Hearing his words, Shen Chu laughed, "What are you looking back at? Are you looking at the old man?"

Fu Yan nodded: "He is looking at you."

"I know, that old man is just telling the truth."

Shen Chu said, blinking, but couldn't help it, and turned around to look.

But it was raining so hard that she couldn't see anything except the rain curtain.

Old Man Li couldn't see it either, and even the sound of the car's engine was masked by the sound of the heavy rain.

The room suddenly became quiet. He took a step forward to get a better look, but still couldn't see anything.

The sound of rain mixed with the sound of thunder and lightning. He had lived in this old house for more than thirty years, and it had always been quiet and deserted. Until that shameless girl, who didn't know how to respect the elderly and care for the young, would shout at every turn. His old man, his old man.

He is fine now. She is finally gone and he is clean again. However, with the sound of rain, the purity in the house seems a bit depressing.

Old Man Li raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eyes, turned around, saw the note on the ground, his mouth moved, and finally bent down to pick it up.

There's just a bunch of numbers on it and nothing else.

"Smelly girl!"

He cursed, walked back and sat down again, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, but the tea was already cold and felt refreshing in his throat.

From the corner of his eye, Old Man Li glanced at the oil-paper umbrella leaning against the door. He loosened his grip and dropped the teacup directly onto the table.

He looked at the oil-paper umbrella for a long time and felt bored. He closed his eyes, closed the door, turned back to his room, closed the window, lay on the rocking chair, and looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree outside the window.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and he vaguely seemed to hear the smelly girl calling him: "Old man, there is not even an umbrella in the house? How can I go out in such a heavy rain?"

"Old man, it's going to rain heavily, can't you walk a few steps faster?"

"Old man, can your umbrella keep out the rain? You're using it to fool me, right?"

"Old man, your shabby house won't leak, will it?"

"Old man..."

Old Man Li opened his eyes and realized that it was a big dream. There was no July anywhere. The room was very dark, and it was raining outside at all times.

He stared blankly at the osmanthus tree, suddenly feeling that this life was too long.

But he also promised her that he would live to be a hundred years old. If he couldn't keep this oath, he would have no face to see her in the future.
Chapter completed!