Chapter 209: Decline Leng's Home, Leng Yehan's Mother (2)

Don't torture them anymore.
"Grandpa, this is Leng Yehan, Xiaoyi's lover."
Yun Yan didn't like to contact strangers. Yun Che separated him from his father naturally. He introduced Leng Yehan again. When he was about to introduce other people, he suddenly narrowed his eyes. "Leng Yehan? Lengmei is you people?"
I heard that even Yun Che couldn't help looking at Leng Yehan strangely, let alone others. When I first heard the word Leng Mei, Leng Yehan frowned, and soon returned to nature, with absolute calm. A calm voice said, "She is my mother. She died two years ago."
"died?"
Grandpa's body could not help but feel a bit unstable, Tan Weiye helped him in time. "Grandpa, who is Leng Mei? How do you ..."
Except when his parents died, this was the first time he saw grandpa ’s mood swings so much. Who is Leng Mei? Does it have anything to do with them?
"Leng Mei, the former head of the army of the group army, was once a major general with my aunt Xing Tianlan, lieutenant general, and became one of only two or two female generals in charge of a group army. She never married, leaving only an undisclosed son. After her death, the XXX army fell into the hands of the head of the head, and his son's whereabouts are unknown. "
Xing Feng calmly reported Leng Mei's life, and it was more than that. He heard his grandfather said that the Leng family used to be a prominent family of the Huaxia Kingdom. Later, the Leng family seemed to be cursed. The family population was gradually declining, either dying from illness or fighting. In the end, only the father of Leng Mei was left. The military power in his hands was also disintegrated. Leng Mei took over from the father. It was only the army, but after her death, this last force also changed its surname, and the Leng family has completely fallen.
If Leng Yehan is really Leng Mei's son, then he is the only bloodline of the Leng family.
"Just as long as you are still, Leng Mei's silly girl finally left a bloodline for Leng's family."
After a while, the old man waved away about Weiye, stretched out his hands and grabbed his arm tightly. Others may not be aware of it. Leng Yehan could clearly feel that the old man's hands were shaking, even if he was cold and ruthless. Something moved, because he was excited for him, for the cold home that no longer exists.
"Do you know my mother?"
"Forget it, I held her back when she was a kid. My father and I were small, they were taught by General Leng. Good boy, I will rely on you in the future."
He patted him on the shoulder again, and the old man retracted his hand. It is not difficult for the careful person to find that his eyes are a bit red. No one except him himself knows how excited he is. He is full of blood and fear of life and death. He attaches great importance to his comrades-in-arms and comrades. General Leng is his chief and his existence like his father. How brilliant the former Leng family is. It can be intuitively said that most of the old generals in Beijing now They were brought out by people from the Leng family. If it wasn't for the Leng family who dedicated themselves to the country and had no selfish desires, the head of state would n’t know how many were out. Which round would get those behind? It's a pity that Leng's house didn't fall too quickly.
"Ok."
Leng Yehan didn't think of revitalizing Leng's family, but facing the old man's long-awaited gaze, he couldn't say, and said those didn't fit his personality.
"Grandpa, I haven't introduced you to anyone else yet."
After seeing it almost, Yun Che inserted them in time and introduced him to Ye Xingchen Jiang Shang and others. He is not curious about Leng Yehan's background, but now is not a good time to ask, and he feels that Leng Yehan wants to say When they naturally say, what do they ask so much? Would they dislike or please him because of his background? You do n’t have to think about the answer and you do n’t know the answer. In that case, do you know what ’s the difference? The most you know is to satisfy their curiosity.
"Old Chief!"
When it was Shen Rui's turn, several of them lined up like yesterday's Xing Feng, and collectively performed a standard military salute for him. Tan Jianting's sight swept over them one by one, and slowly raised his hand to give them a gift. "It is worthy of the soldiers I have brought, the spirit
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