"You...what did you say your name?"

Mrs. Ye suddenly stood up, looked at Old Ye in shock, and suddenly shook her head:

"No, it's impossible. Ye Ruien is a middle-aged man, it's impossible for you to be like you."

But then, she watched Old Ye retreat repeatedly and murmured to herself:

"My Ryan is a middle-aged man, but so many years have passed, he has grown old long ago... Are you really my Enri?"

The owners and his wife of the tea stall were stunned for a long time.

I can't figure out what's going on in front of me at all.

This old man is waiting for someone, is Mrs. Ye waiting for?

And the old man named "Ryan" that Mrs. Ye has been looking for?

this……

How is this possible for two people with such a big age difference...

It is possible that Mrs. Ye is the old man’s father, but...who could have a daughter who called her father’s name directly?

"Well, my name is Ye Ruien. You look exactly the same as my Zi Wan." Old Ye said.

Leng Ziwan looked at Old Ye foolishly, tears fell silently, and she slowly sat down.

She kept muttering to herself: "Ryan, my Ryan."

As he said that, he looked up to look at Mr. Ye: "Are you really my Ryan?"

Old Ye never spoke, just looked at Leng Ziwan opposite him, frowned for a while, and then stretched out again.

He suddenly said to the tea stall owner: "Stand owner, do you have any pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"

“Yes, yes…”

The stall owner responded repeatedly and went to pick up the pen and said, "Occasionally, people pass by here and need to write letters, so they always have these."

Old Ye didn't say much, thanked him and took it, and splashed ink on the paper.

Leng Ziwan kept looking at him, and the more she looked, the more shocked she became, and the murmured "Ryan, my Ryan." gradually turned into "My Ryan, really my Ryan, this is what my Ryan looked like when I was young."

What Mr. Ye is painting is his self-portrait when he was young.

Just as he said when he bragged and criticized each other with the old city lord, he was proficient in both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Immediately, he drew a woman next to his self-portrait, exactly the same as Leng Ziwan in front of him. The only difference is that the woman in the portrait is slightly younger than Leng Ziwan in reality.

Mr. Ye said slowly: "She is my wife. People call her Mrs. Ye, but when she returns to her house, she becomes the eldest lady and aunt, and I become the son-in-law... She always smiles and says to me, 'I will listen to you at your house. When you go to my house, your son-in-law will have to listen to me, otherwise my brother, father and nephew can beat you all over the ground to look for teeth."

"Her parents' home is too far from my home, so we would stay at her home every once in a while for a few months and a half, but that time, we were on the way to his home, but..."

Leng Ziwan suddenly responded: "Tsunami...My Ryan is dead, he dies in the tsunami."

Her emotions looked very abnormal. She suspected that Old Ye was not her Ryan, and then she decided that Old Ye was her Ryan. She said excitedly that her Ryan had died in the tsunami.

Old Ye didn't say anything, and he held his pen and looked at the woman in front of him. His expression was unpredictable, and the pain and joy in his eyes were intertwined.

Finally, he gradually calmed down, looked at Leng Ziwan and said, "Ziwan, I am your Ryan."

Leng Ziwan gradually calmed down.

She looked at Old Ye, then looked at the words that Old Ye drew, and murmured: "Yes, you must be my Ryan. No one in this world except her may remember what I looked like when I was young, Ryan--"

She suddenly threw herself into Old Ye's arms.

Old Ye stood stiffly and never spoke.

Leng Ziwan gradually calmed down and looked up at Old Ye: "Ryan, I finally found you, okay, let's go home?"

Old Ye looked at her, and after a long time, he nodded and said, "Okay."

The two left.

Leng Ziwan always held Old Ye's arm, looking at him from time to time, and anyone could see the feelings in her eyes.

The stall owner and his wife watched the two leave and were so shocked that they didn't say anything for a long time.

"They are really husband and wife?"

"The old man's beard is white, and he looks at least a few decades away from Mrs. Ye."

The couple looked at each other, feeling that everything they saw today was so unreal.

If a rich man was following a young concubine, they could understand it, and they had even been used to it.

Can……

How could Mrs. Ye be as demeanor as a rich family?

Moreover, the old man was always alone, and no matter in terms of dress or behavior, he didn't look like a master who could raise concubines.

"It's really strange that every year, and there are a lot this year." The stall owner shook his head and sighed, and put away his pen, ink, paper and ink.

But right across from his tea stall, someone has been watching the situation here intentionally or unintentionally.

After Ye Lao and Leng Ziwan left, the stall owner walked to the kitchen, bent down respectfully, and said, "As for the position, everything goes well, and the Jade Snake has succeeded."

"Well, keep staring, but don't show up. You must not let him notice something is wrong. Whether this battle can be successful depends on Jade Snake."

...

Top of Guangtai Mountain.

There are only two small cabins, one bedroom and one kitchen.

Old Ye didn't say much along the way, letting Leng Ziwan hold his arm.

Standing in the yard, looking at the two small wooden houses and the neatly decorated small vegetable garden in the yard, Old Ye suddenly said, "How long have you lived here?"

"It will take about half a year soon."

Leng Ziwan said, skillfully picked up the scoop and started to water the vegetable field in the yard, saying as she poured it:

"In recent years, I have been traveling around to find you. When I am tired, I will search for a mountain to stay for a while, grow vegetables and grow flowers, and live a comfortable life. When I am really bored, I will leave and continue to travel and find you..."

She said, paused, looked up at the surrounding environment, and smiled:

"I don't know how many places I have lived in like this. I always fantasize about one day I will find you and live in such a place with you, working from sunrise to sunrise and resting, and living a life like a god. Unfortunately...

It’s been so many years…I’ve only found you now.”

Old Ye didn't say anything, just looked at Leng Ziwan silently.

Or rather, his eyes were always on her face.

Exactly the same face.

Even though I know it is fake, I want to take a few more glances.

As I watched, I couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"Ryan? Ryan? What are you thinking?" Leng Ziwan's voice suddenly rang.

Old Ye came back to his senses, looked at her with a smile, and said:

"Zi Wan, do you know? My always wish is to find a mountain top with you, build a wooden house, plant a few acres of land, and work with you at sunrise and sunset. I will cultivate you and weave cloth without caring about the world, and worry-free..."

"Yes, this is our always wish." Leng Ziwan sighed and said.

Old Ye stiffened his body, then smiled and nodded: "Yes, now, it's finally done."
Chapter completed!