Chapter 1134

Fang Yuan always keeps his ears up, afraid of missing.

But there was no movement inside.

Is it the old man who knows he's coming or doesn't want to see him?

Fang Yuan took a look at Mo Jincheng: "if grandfather really doesn't want to see me, I'd better go down and wait for you."

It's the same everywhere.

Although this is to comfort themselves, but Fang Yuan's mood is still very bad.

Because, she did not expect that her grandfather resisted her to this point.

It seems that it is still a long way to get grandfather's approval.

Mo Jincheng raised his hand and gently touched Fang Yuan's hair. He said in a low voice, "you can't beat back."

His eyes are very gentle, like stars all over the sky, fascinating.

Fang Yuan looked at him a little distracted.

And the old man in the room also looked at his grandson in surprise.

Such gentle and harmless eyes, he can only see when he is watching Mo Jincheng in a TV movie.

But that kind of eyes, are not today's old man to see the impact.

Even in the performance, Mo Jincheng can see deliberate elements in his gentle eyes.

Because it's cold in his bones.

So, even when he smiles at people, it's cold.

Deep into the marrow of the cold.

Such an unbridled smile, I feel it has been a long, long thing.

"Come in."

The old man coughed gently, took back his eyes, turned off the computer on the desk and lay on the bed.

But I can't forget the scene just now.

Fang Yuan is surprised to see Mo Jincheng.

Mo Jincheng's lips showed a little smile, raised his hand and gently put it on Fang Yuan's head, and said in a low voice: "relax."

The fingers that are twisted together are released gently, but they are still twisted together soon.

Round eyes like hiding has been nervous rabbit, from time to time to see to Mo Jincheng.

Mo Jincheng pulls Fang Yuan and pushes the door into grandfather's room.

Simple furnishings, wall hanging a variety of landscape paintings, near the windowsill position, placed a chess, it seems that really like playing chess.

The old man lazily glanced at Mo Jincheng and Fang Yuan. He had recovered to a morbid state. He was like a crab without feet, lying on the bed.

"Coming?"

The voice is feeble.

Fang Yuan takes a look at Mo Jincheng and doesn't know what to say. I'm worried that if I accidentally say something wrong, I will offend my grandfather.

Mo Jincheng said naturally, "well, let's see if you are still alive."

My eyes, however, did not move away from my grandfather.

Master Mo was stunned, but then burst out laughing.

He is a grandson of duplicity

Finally, I can talk to him well. How long has it been since I heard him hurt myself like this.

Fang Yuan looked at the laughing grandfather strangely. Did he burn his brain when he was sick.

If she had been the elder of Mo Jincheng, she would have been blown up.

The most taboo words for the elderly are life and death, especially when they are sick.

"What are you doing back here? It's not to annoy me. "

The old man took back his smile, with a serious look on his face, and his eyes fell discontentedly on Fang Yuan.

"Why, or did you come back today to tell me about the wedding of the divorce?"

Fang Yuan can't help looking at Mo Jincheng.

It seems that my grandfather really wants them to divorce.

Truth is something that not everyone understands.

But doing it is another thing.

So even if she said more before, it's better to do it.

She took a silent look at Mo Jincheng and said nothing.

Mo Jincheng pulls Fang Yuan to sit down and says, "no, I just want to tell you that we won't divorce. If we get divorced because you stop us, isn't that ridiculous? "

The old man stares at Mo Jincheng directly, lies on the bed, looks at the ceiling and says, "since it's not to tell me about your divorce, you'd better go."

He's only interested in their divorce now.

It's impossible to get married and wish for anything.

It is absolutely impossible for Mohism to let such an innocent woman in.

Otherwise, after a hundred years, how can he face the ancestors.

Mo Jincheng raised his hand and gently patted Fang Yuan on the shoulder, indicating that she should not be nervous. He stood up and walked to his grandfather, and said with a smile: "grandfather, when you were with grandma, my grandfather didn't agree, but later..."

Master Mo stares at his grandson.Mention the dead wife, the corner of the eye slightly suffused with tears.

For so many years, no one dared to mention his wife in front of him.

Because it was a big pain in his heart.

At that time, when he was studying abroad, he met Mo Jincheng's grandmother. They had the same interests and hobbies.

Especially she loves playing chess.

At that time, he thought this girl was unusual.

Because there are very few girls who like playing chess.

After knowing each other for a year, they decided to get married.

But at that time, the times were turbulent. Because he wanted to do business, he began to travel everywhere.

Who knows, when his wife gave birth to her third child, she died of dystocia.

And he was on his way to Shanghai.

I didn't even see my wife for the last time.

It became a lifelong regret for him.

Later, he didn't play any more. He lived in that short time all his life.

Looking at the tears in grandfather's eyes, Mo Jincheng continued: "in grandfather's mind, a woman without virtue is talent, but then grandma was a famous talented woman. Didn't grandfather like grandma at that time? I remember my grandfather was very persistent at that time

Otherwise, there would not be his father, and there would not be him now.

"I'm different from your grandmother."

The old man looks at Mo Jincheng angrily.

In his mind, his wife is flawless, in front of this little girl film there is no way to compare with his wife in mind.

Mo Jincheng looked into his grandfather's eyes and said, "Fang Yuan is different to me."

Fang Yuan looked at his back and listened to him say word by word: "before I met her, I didn't think about getting married. After I met her, my boring life seemed to suddenly find hope."

His figure is tall and straight, in the sun, fine hair is floating slowly, the sun outside the window is far away, but when it falls on the body, it is warm.

She sat there, and somehow, with a tear, she stayed.

A fallen leaf floated in, fell on the chessboard, quietly fell on one side, as if someone was sitting on it, gently playing with the chessboard.