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Chapter 1767 Original (1)

"Well, Mo Yan is here."

Yang Moyan responded, then squatted down completely, put his arms crossed on Mr. Yang's lap, and looked up at Mr. Yang slightly.

The old man's legs are fine.

But it's just getting older, and when I was young, I was always traveling outside. At my current age, I have some minor problems.

So usually the old man prefers a wheelchair to save trouble.

But with the support of crutches, he can also walk independently.

Mrs. Yang passed away early, probably when Yang Moyan was ten years old.

For so many years, Mr. Yang has always been alone, probably because he is used to it, or it can be said that Mr. Yang's single-mindedness towards love, even if the person he believes leaves one step earlier, he will never betray anyone. .

It seems that this is the root of the Yang family.

Whether it's Mr. Yang or Mr. Yang, or Yang Moyan's place, it's all the same.

"It's not a special holiday, nor is it New Year's Eve. Mo Yan has something to do."

The old man is worthy of being an old man. Even if he is seventy years old, the shrewdness and the true sense that can see everything in his bones will never change because of the years.

Yang Moyan smiled lightly, "Nothing can be hidden from Grandpa's eyes."

Mr. Yang was a little proud, "What are you trying to hide?"

Yang Moyan laughed softly, "No, I dare not."

Mr. Yang raised his hand and pressed Yang Moyan's head again, "What's the matter, let's talk."

Yang Moyan didn't hide anything, and said bluntly, "Grandpa, I want to know the Bai family 13 years ago."

These words fell into Old Master Yang's ears, causing him to squint for an instant.

Almost soon, Mr. Yang thought of something.

He sighed faintly, "What happened in City A?"

Yang Moyan didn't expect that just such a sentence would make Mr. Yang aware of everything.

He summed up a few incidents concisely and told Mr. Yang.

After hearing this, Mr. Yang just shook his head, "It's all my fault...it's all my fault..."

"grandfather?"

Yang Moyan looked at him.

Mr. Yang grabbed his hand and asked him to get up, looked at the sky, and patted the wheelchair at Yang Moyan, "Mo Yan, push me to move around."

Yang Moyan stood up, walked behind Mr. Yang, quietly pushed his wheelchair, and slowly turned around in the huge courtyard.

There is a very light wind blowing, neither cold nor warm, it is still very comfortable.

Mr. Yang let out his breath slowly, recalling the past: "13 years ago, the Yang family did have a branch, the Bai family. But if the incident at the beginning did not happen, the Bai family would not have been destroyed. Bai Zhuofeng... also Will be a good kid."

13 years ago.

The most chaotic time.

When I was a child, the Bai family and the Yang family lived in this compound.

It was another child who bumped into him by accident. Father Bai and mother Bai were actually doing some shady things.

The two colluded with one of the most rampant drug trafficking organizations at the time. After Mr. Yang found out about this, the first thing he did was to find the two and try to persuade them.

Mr. Yang still remembers the communication and dialogue at that time.

"Are you really betraying drugs?" He took two bags of white powder found from Bai's house and threw them in front of Bai's father and mother.

Mr. Yang still remembers the performance of those two people at that time, they were desperate and painful.

Very complicated.

But it was the only one that didn't see any regrets.

(End of this chapter)