He didn't respond, but just looked at him and waited for him to continue talking.

Sure enough, the old man raised his head and sighed at the sky, then looked back at him, "But you can't solve the problem when you come here to vent your anger."

Lan Mu asked nervously, "What does it mean?"

The old man said, "I sent me a message early."

As he said that, he took out his cell phone and opened WeChat to Lan Mu to see the message Yan Zao sent him.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry, I still let you down."

A short sentence was posted at noon, which means that before Yan Zao went to find him, Lan Mu looked at the twelve words Yan Zao sent to the old man with his cell phone.

The hands trembled slightly.

The old man did not reply to Yan Zao.

The old man's voice slowly rang again, "Grandpa can't tell it, you care about early in your heart, otherwise I wouldn't have to put you together."

Lan Mu raised his head in surprise, "Grandpa."

In other words, everyone can see that he likes Yan Zao...

He alone doesn't know.

The old man looked at Lan Mu's reaction and smiled, "I knew you, a silly boy, know how to play basketball all day long and don't know anything."

The grandfather and grandson hadn't talked like this for a long time. The old man looked at Lan Mu with his eyes full of love, raised his hand and rubbed it gently on his head.

Like when he was a child, Lan Mu rolled his eyes and looked at the old man's old hands.

From childhood to adulthood, only the old man could touch his head alone, and anyone else would be anxious to touch him.

He still had a ignorant look like he did when he was a child.

The old man smiled and said, "You are a boy, be more proactive. Don't treat anyone with a creditor's face all day long. You can treat others like that, but you can't."

He frowned again.

After hearing the old man's words, Lan Mu raised his hand and touched his face.

Creditor's face?

It’s obvious that the stupid woman is hanging her face at him every day?

He whispered in his heart, and the old man's voice sounded again, "Now Grandpa won't help you anymore, it's up to you."

Lan Mu shook his head nervously when he heard this, "No."

It is rare for the old man to see him so nervous. He looked at him with a funny look and raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to let grandpa pretend to be dead once?"

Lan Mu also raised his eyebrows, "What does it matter if necessary?"

The old man pulled down his face, reached out to pat Lan Mu's head, "Relaxed."

...

The back door of No. 1 Middle School has been rebuilt, the characters are larger than the original one, the courtyard wall has been taller, and the color of the wall has changed, but the old sycamore tree by the lake is still there.

The afternoon wind was like a heat wave, blowing in waves, coming towards us.

The lake was also blown slightly, wave after wave, and the music in the headphones had been played twice in a loop. Yan Zao supported the sitting branches with his hands and his feet were hanging in the air.

Looking at the opposite side of the lake, there is an open-air basketball court opposite. Lan Mu and the others used to like to play basketball after school. When they played, they always booked the venue. Except for the people they allowed, the rest were not allowed to go in and watch.

She always sat here, too far away to see her face, and she could only judge which one was based on her familiarity with the figure of the young man.

“This tree is quite strong.”

Yan Zao's thoughts drifted far away, and a familiar man's voice suddenly came from behind her, and she was startled.

Looking back, the man standing under the tree raised his head and looked at her with curved eyebrows...
Chapter completed!