Vol 4 Chapter 230: (2 more)

Ye Chen at this time was exactly the same as Ye Chen, who was seen by Anya at the old banquet. It was dark and cold, and there was a sense of anger and great attack in the body. The deep eyes were no longer found. Less than a touch of tenderness and affection, some are just a barren cold.
The stars in the sky are dim in an instant!
The wind blows Cheng Anya's long hair, flying in a mess, a few strands of hair brushing his cheeks, blurring his eyes, white moonlight pouring, dreaming between kapok trees and white magnolias, she thought the moonlight tonight was her life Have seen the most beautiful moonlight.
But in a blink of an eye, she felt cold all over!
How did she forget that although the moonlight is beautiful, it is always cold, like her heart at the moment, soaking in the moonlight, it is getting colder and colder.
Ye Chen, you have pushed me out of your heart, aren't you?
Because of that sentence, it killed the future weaving together.
The time seemed to be still, and no one spoke. The light exchanged between Ye Sanshao and Cheng Anya could not find a trace of temperature anymore. Yang Zekun was aside, laughing coldly, and the man in the wind of Yushu turned into Shura.
"Don't you say, don't you know Lin Xiaoyue?" Long time, Ye Sanshao asked in a cold voice, the tight tone had a touch of impulsiveness, Ye Sanshao's fist clattered, white knuckles, exquisite sinister The facial features are hazy.
Cheng Anya had a sore throat and couldn't say a word. She vaguely knew what she had lost, and what she had lost was something she couldn't bear. The helpless, hopeless, and painful grasped her heart like a demon .
The five fingers pressed hard, blood was dripping, and the stomach was broken!
She really realizes what it means to be extremely sad, this evening, romantic and beautiful, she cherishes it in her heart, God you can be cruel, if you have to insert a knife between us early, why should we be so fast, in our most Happiness, such a knife when the most affectionate.
"Speak!" Ye Sanshao was furious, and the rage walking on the edge of the cliff collapsed. Ten fingers tightly pinched Cheng Anya's shoulder. The force almost shattered her delicate bones and was hoarse in her ear. Shout, "Speak, say you are not Lin Xiaoyue's granddaughter, say you have nothing to do with her, say..."
The night wind blows and the moon is cold.
Long hair lost his eyes, wrapped around and grabbed his heart!
His face, in her eyes, instantly savage, hate hurricane, hit her heart firmly.
Cheng Anya's throat was sanded, the pain was unbearable, her brain was still buzzing, and she couldn't understand what to do for a while, her clever brain was even more chaotic in the pain!
Yang Zekun split Ye Sanshao's hand to save her shoulder. She really had the illusion that he wouldn't let go. She really would be crushed by him. I don't know if it was physical pain or heartache. Cheng Anyahong Eyes closed.
But the tears were just in circles, and the stubborn ones hid back again.
Yang Zekun guarded her and stared coldly at Ye Sanshao, "What do you hate now? Didn't you send someone to investigate at the beginning? Because you were afraid, as you thought, you stopped your hands, indulged yourself, and committed selfishness. !"
"You get me off, I can't get you to talk about her and me!" Ye Sanshao was furious, and his eyes were as brutal as a beast. The process of pulling was elegant, Yang Zekun didn't let go, Ye Sanshao had a heart in his heart. Hate rolled, hitting Yang Zekun with a punch, hitting his chin, Yang Zekun was caught off guard for a while, was hit, and released his hand involuntarily.
Cheng Anya was numb by Ye Sanshao's arm. She hadn't recovered yet. There was a wind whizzing in her ear. Yang Zekun's fist brushed over her ear. He also hit Ye Sanshao's face. He staggered a few steps and had lips With blood, he seized Cheng Anya.
Yang Zekun's second punch arrived again.
"Fuck!" Ye Sanshao burst into a rage, furiously pushed Cheng Anya aside, raised his fists, and fought with Yang Zekun. Although Yang Zekun is also a practiser, he hated Ye San for his itch, and he shot very much. Fierce, but his fighting level and Ye San are obviously not the same level.
Close combat, Ye Sanshao's fists were fast and fierce, and Yang Zekun's face was blue and purple, and his mouth was spitting blood. He was madly enthusiasm, anger and hatred all night, looking for a catharsis, Yang Zekun took the initiative to send him to the door, he simply When punching.
At first, Yang Zekun could still hit Ye Sanshao with one or two punches. Later, he obviously couldn't withstand it and was beaten by Ye Sanshao!
The wind was roaring, and Cheng Anya looked at this scene in consternation. Seeing that Yang Zekun even vomited several blood, Cheng Anya could no longer stand, rushed over and stopped Ye Sanshao, "Don’t fight, Ye Chen, kill someone again. !"
Ye Sanshao threw away Cheng Anya, hitting Yang Zekun’s belly with a punch, and shit, he didn’t dare to come to beat him at a fighting level. He would dare to beat him in the face. Cheng Anya couldn't bear it anymore. This would be a real loss of life. Ye Sanshao could be defeated. Even if he beats people like this, the senior can also sue him.
She rushed to Yang Zekun to block it, Ye Chen's fist came on the face, fast and fierce, Cheng Anya was so scared that she opened her eyes wide, and the terrifying fist stopped at the bridge of her nose...
"Spark off!" Ye Sanshao angered, "Otherwise beat you!"
"You give it a try!" Cheng Anya shouted unwillingly, ah, it wasn't light or heavy, and it was you who killed the senior student, did you think he was Ye Yutang's idiot?
Ye Sanshao held his breath abruptly and withdrew his fists. His face was dull and unclear. Yang Zekun was beaten badly. The cream-colored casual clothes had blood on his face, and there were several pieces on his face.
Ye Sanshao wasn't much better. He was beaten with a few punches, and there was a trace on his face. The rest did not suffer any injuries.
"Go!" Ye Sanshao's eyebrows were low, but Cheng Anya's heart sank into the bottomless abyss. Was he calling to learn to learn to roll or her to roll? Or are they both rolling together?
"Ye Chen, I really don't know who Lin Xiaoyue is, not deliberately deceiving you!" Cheng Anya whispered, believing that she only knew her mother and father from childhood, and the rest of her relatives did not know.
Ye Sanshao didn't speak and turned her head. Obviously, it was uncomfortable to look at her more!
"Anyah, follow me back, Grandpa wants to see you!" Yang Zekun said, covering his wound and supporting Cheng Anya to leave. Ye Sanshao didn't mean to keep it. The perfect profile was as hard as a sculpture.
Moonlight hit a cold layer on his face!
Cheng Anya's colic, Ye Sanshao, why? At least give me a reason!
Ye San remained silent, standing still in the night, his fists clenched tightly, and his knuckles were pale.
Yang Zekun took Cheng Anya away. Every step she took seemed to step on a sharp knife. The pain was unbearable. I hope Ye Sanshao could keep her, but he said nothing!
The stubborn Cheng Anya, clenching her lower lip, made blood with great force.
She didn't look back until Yang Zekun's side. Ye Sanshao had entered the villa. The night like the devil opened his horror in his mouth, swallowing their hopes and love, and the white magnolia flower fell, blowing the sky full of sorrow.
The document proclaiming their love death, fluttering in the wind, full of sadness.
"I won't go!" Cheng Anya guilty, took a step back and looked straight at Yang Zekun, "Senior, go to the hospital to see it!"
"Any, grandpa wants to see you, you are... my cousin, his granddaughter!" Yang Zekun was in pain all over. He didn't expect Ye Sanshao's skill to be so terrifying, it was almost a killer level, but his heart was more Pain, stabbed by the cousin and granddaughter.
They are blood relatives!
Cheng Anya expressionless, "I am his granddaughter, why can't I be with Ye Chen?"
"Ye Yang's two are old enemies, you can't be together!" Yang Zekun frowned, extremely unbearable.
"so what?"
What is the hatred of Ye Yang's family?
"Anya, don't be stubborn, shall we go home first?" Yang Zekun softened his voice and wanted to pet her head as before, Cheng Anya stepped back quietly, Yang Zekun's hand stopped in midair, the wind Blowing, lonely.
"My home, here!" Cheng Anya looked at their home and smiled, "If you don't tell me, I'll ask him myself!"
To die, she must die to understand!
Cheng Anya walked back to the villa step by step, Yang Zekun wanted to call her, and finally there was no voice. Ye Sanshao came to tell her, Anya, you need to understand everything, and you will be hurt completely.
But he still said nothing!
Cheng Anya walked over, picked up the documents scattered on the ground, sorted them out, and looked carefully.
Her grandmother, named An Yulan, whose real name was Lin Xiaoyue, and his grandfather, named Chen De, lived in a very secluded mountain depression and had a daughter, Chen Nianyun. Later, a family in a village caught fire and the whole family was burned to death. The next daughter Gu Meiling, Chen De and Lin Xiaoyue adopted her daughter.
When Chen Nianyun was sixteen, Lin Xiaoyue died of illness, and Chen De disappeared. Chen Nianyun took the young Gu Meiling out of the mountain and went outside. He later married Cheng Guang and gave birth to Cheng Anya.
Cheng Anya knows the rest!
A very simple story with no twists and turns, because her grandfather and grandmother live in a place that is almost isolated from the world, and the information is not complete, but it is clearly written that the two couples are very affectionate, and the grandfather always cared for her grandmother until she died of illness.
The love of the two was very moved in the eyes of the older generation in the village!
The senior was really superb, and Cheng Anya smiled bitterly. Those things that she didn't even know about, don't let him turn it out!
Is her mother Yang Lao's daughter? From Ye Chen's narrative, she vaguely guessed that she had left with her children in the past.
Why didn't she return, did not send her mother back, and completely lost contact with Lao Yang?
Nianyun, Nianyun... Ha ha, she should have thought of it already, there is a word in the old Yang's name, Nianyun, Miss Yangyun...
Cheng Anya laughed coldly. The grudges of the previous generation continued into this generation. She wanted to laugh. She laughed heartily, but her throat only overflowed with a broken voice...
Crying like a complaint...

I insist, I am a mother...