Chapter 1448: If you don't leave, I won't give up (56)

A kind of natural affinity for blood relationship was born spontaneously, and the back was similar to his father.
It should be grandpa this time!
"Are you a Master Juehui?"
Yang Zimei pressed his inner excitement and stepped forward to ask.
The monk stood up from the futon, and turned back with the beads.
When he saw Yang Zimei, the beads on his hands fell to the ground, scattered all over the place, and Dingdingchan scurryed around.
"Huihui--"
Monk Jue-hui screamed with excitement, and there were incredible surprises in those eyes.
I can call my grandma's name so full of emotion, this time is really my grandfather.
He looks a bit like his father's face, but even more handsome, even with a bald head and a dark coat, can't hide his old-fashioned style.
And his temperament is very quiet and indifferent, giving people a very comfortable feeling, like a distant mountain.
"grandfather--"
Yang Zimei naturally called this title, "I'm not Zeng Hui, I'm Zeng Hui's granddaughter!"
Juehui's body was stiffened slightly, her eyes locked on Yang Zimei's face, and she finally chuckled, "It turned out to be a dream in Yangzhou."
"How could it be a dream? Grandpa!"
Yang Zimei exclaimed slightly excitedly, "I have been looking for you! Grandma has always been in you!"
"Amitabha, the dust is already in the smoke, please return to the donor."
Juehui's expression became indifferent, like a real monk who stepped into the empty door to see through the old things.
If he hadn't seen his grandmother's name excitedly just now, Yang Zimei really thought he had seen through the dust and couldn't remember the past.
"Grandpa, it doesn't matter if I go back, don't you want to know about Grandma's situation? Grandma disappeared because of having your child that day. Do you know what she did for the child?"
Thinking of his irresponsibility, thinking of his grandmother's miserable life, Yang Zimei was a little angry.
Juehui's eyebrows moved slightly, and her hands twisted the beads in the void. "The poor monk has entered the empty door, everything is like a cloud of smoke."
"Yunyun? Could it be Yanyun? Aren't my granddaughter standing in front of you alive? Do you dare to say that you really forgot grandma?"
Yang Zi grinned, "Grandpa, don't deceive yourself, shave your head, and enter the temple to see the monk seeing the monk. In fact, you haven't seen it at all."
Juehui's old face was slightly red.
"Jiuhui, thinking what you think and loving what you love is the real Zen. You have been involved for forty years, but you have n’t been able to understand it because you have been unable to let go, and you ca n’t look straight. Come on! "
The young monk from the past spoke out.
Juehui's expression shook again, and she bowed her head in shame and bent to pick up the scattered beads on the ground.
Yang Zimei also squatted down, helped him pick up the beads, put them together, took out a red rope from the storage ring, and helped to put them on.
Juehui has been watching, thinking has pulled back more than forty young memories.
I still remember seeing the beautiful young girl sitting on the swing in a plain white skirt for the first time, swinging carefreely, as if all the beauty in the world was concentrated on her, making him feel happy and secretive.
The two quietly fell in love and lost their minds on a moonlit night. The two hugged together and ate the forbidden fruit.
Subsequently, his father was sent to work in Jiangzhou for a few months.
When I came back, I heard she was missing.

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