When I walked in, Yu Wenying had already walked to the other side of the room. She could vaguely see his figure through the dark screen, but Xie Feng, who had been following him, stopped here. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the huge screen with a blank expression on his face.

Is there something wrong with this screen?

I walked over slowly. When I walked in some, I happened to see the light coming from outside the window scattering on the screen. I immediately realized that the screen was not pitch black, but in the darkness, with countless light spots shining.

What's going on?

I frowned and looked for a while, and felt like I had seen it somewhere, but I couldn't remember it. I was about to turn my head to ask Xie Feng, but a low and old voice had already come from the other end of the screen. He was breathing slightly, as if he was suddenly pulled out of the vortex of memories. The blank mist in his eyes was blown away by the wind, and he immediately corrected his mind and turned around and walked over.

I stopped and took a look at the screen, and followed me.

On this side of the screen, there is a large bed.

The bed was filled with soft brocade quilts as soft as clouds, and the burning stove next to the bed was warm at first glance, and Yu Wenying was leaning down and lifting someone up from the bed.

This is the person who just gasped in a low voice.

Because of the huge, dark screen, the light in the room was not very good. It took me some effort to see clearly that person. He was an old man, and at least an old man who was over 80 years old. Compared to the old man I saw at the door before, this person looked even older. His beard was completely white and withered to the point of leaving him. His eyes were buried under his gray eyebrows and were almost completely invisible.

Yu Wenying held him and was cautious: "Grandpa."

The old man coughed a few more times again, then said softly: "You - are you back?"

"yes."

"They have entered the city?"

"yes."

Speaking of this, Yu Wenying seemed to hate her a little and said softly: "The grandson is incompetent."

The old man was hanging in his arms and could hardly straighten his back. But when he saw his grandson holding his hands covered with blood, he seemed to understand something and said softly: "Just do your best."

Hearing this sentence, Yu Wenying closed her eyes in even more pain.
Chapter completed!