In Su Banxia's memory, Su Xin's appearance has long been blurred, and she can only observe everyone who is possible.

But everyone who felt the same age, her sister's sight did not stop.

Until an old man who looked sixty or seventy years old and his hair was fully white, after being helped and came out, her sister suddenly softened and almost paralyzed on the ground.

"Sister?" Su Banxia glanced at the old man and was busy helping her sister, "Are you okay?"

Su Baizheng shook his head subconsciously, but his hand grabbed Su Banxia, ​​and his nails almost scratched her back.

Su Banxia was about to speak, so he heard her sister murmured: "Second Uncle ..."

"Second Uncle?" Su Banxia suddenly realized something, and his eyes tightly locked the trembling old man.

Then she noticed that the old man was holding two small jars in his hands, followed by two guards next to him, one took his luggage, and the other helped him. Like Xiao Li, the two were straight, his eyes stared straight at his eyes, his eyes stared at his eyes straight, his eyes stared at his eyes straight, his eyes stared at his eyes straight, his eyes stared at his eyes straight.

Ahead, not angry.

Before she had time to think about it, her sister had released her hand. She stepped forward in two steps and rushed straight to the old man.

Pulling the old man's pants and crying.

This person is really Su Xin!

Su Banxia apricot opened her eyes.

Uncle Su was arrested in his early thirties. Ten years have passed.

Su Xin looked at the girl who was kneeling on the ground and crying.

"Uncle ..." Su Baiyi's throat tightened, and after a while, he shouted.

Several people are all stunned.

Even if Zhuo Chen had recognized the guards around the old man, he did not dare to come forward to recognize each other until he heard Su Bai's shout that he returned to God.

After two steps in Su Banxia, ​​I saw Su Xin's hands trembling slightly. The two jars were trembling and falling straight down.

Step in your arms.

Seeing that the altar was okay, Zhuo Chen said, "Xiao Li, quickly hold the ashes."

After Xiao Li took the ash altar, Su Banxia got up and turned around. Su Xin looked up and down with Su Baiyu. A pair of turbid eyes glowed with tears and kept nodded and said.

"Second Uncle." Su Banxia took two steps forward, looking at the vertical and horizontal face in front of him, a sourness that could not be concealed rolled up from the bottom of her heart. Her eyes could not help red, "I am Banxia."

Su Xin's eyes moved over, squinting his eyes slightly, and identifying it for a while to see how she was a child.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't help but cough.

Su Banxia grabbed his wrist, and the pulse was pulled in detail, but he didn't want to. Su Xin turned his wrist gently and grabbed her hand. "Let's go home, go home first."

Although it was very short, Su Banxia still noticed that it was wrong, only nodded deeply, "Okay, the second uncle, let's go home first!"

Until then, Zhuo Chen came up and looked at the appearance of his friends in the past, and he intersects all the senses and speaks into a hug.

Zhuo Chen gently hammered the back of Hammer Suxin, saying repeatedly, "Just come back, just come back."
Chapter completed!