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He was also a mortal and wanted his own child, right? Only when she thought about it did she realize that she had been cohabiting with him for quite some time and had even forgotten about those methods.

"Well, let nature take its course." In fact, she had never said no. If one asked too much, they would never have it. However, sometimes it was just a moment of coincidence, but it could create a life, just like her Weiwei.

There are a lot of things that you can seriously analyze, but the best conclusions are often wrong.

He said that if he wanted a child, he wanted a child of his own, Weiwei.

But when he thought of that red mole on the back of his hand that was similar to Weiwei's, it always gave off a faint feeling as if the heavens had some mysterious trick up their sleeves.

However, when he raised his head to look at the sky, the sky was very blue. The clouds were gently floating in the sky. Occasionally, there would be birds flying about, causing people to have endless fantasies.

It was a leisurely afternoon, and Yinyin chose the attic.

Looking at the tea flowers, looking at the cactus, some of the memories were already collected for memory's sake, but those memories always came to mind unknowingly, causing the heart to feel warmth and disappointment.

Humans were strange and contradictory. They were clearly very happy, but they would cry. They were clearly very sad, but they would laugh.

He returned to the attic and just as he entered the entrance, he was delighted to find that there were traces of humans downstairs, as if someone had returned.

He happily ran over, "Grandpa." Yinyin called out happily.

However, the one who answered was not his grandfather, but rather, Ah Xiang, "Where's your grandfather?" She hadn't seen her grandfather for a long time.

"Grandpa left." After a long while, A Xiang finally spoke with a heavy tone.

Gone? What did that mean? Just going out for a walk, or maybe...

However, looking at A-Xiang's expression, it seemed like he wasn't joking.

Yinyin's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're lying."

"Grandfather said that this pavilion will still be kept for you. If you want to come back, you can come back anytime." A Xiang looked at her with a bit of desolation.

He was suddenly moved. "Why is grandpa so good to me?" So there were more good people in this world than bad people? However, the only time she met a bad person, she almost had her life killed, which was why she had been buried for six years.

"Because Grandpa wants you to be happy." This time, there was even more hope in Ah Xiang's eyes.

"I want to go see grandpa. Take me there." An old man who gave her endless blessings. Although she hadn't known him for long and she didn't know how he had left, he had given her the warmth of a family member. This warmth was something that she would remember for her entire life.

"Apologize, I don't want you to see grandpa." Without even thinking about it, A Xiang actually rejected it immediately.

This somewhat embarrassed Yinyin, "Then tell me where he's buried, I'll go pay my respects to him myself." This was her stubborn choice. If the living brought joy, then the dead should be blessed with rest and rest.

"If you care more about your landlord, then none of this is a secret." With that, A Xiang actually turned around and left, leaving a stunned look on his face. She really wasn't clear on what exactly had happened.

Looking at A Xiang's back, at that moment, a heavy weight pressed down on her heart. It was as if Ah'Bao's death was because of her.

He walked up to the attic with heavy steps and found that the leaves and leaves of the camellias were already somewhat dilapidated. If there were less people carefully watering the flowers in the greenhouse, then there would be less life. Meanwhile, the celestial ball was still full of vitality. It was indeed a type of plant with a strong life force.

After receiving some water, she placed it in the warm sunlight before pouring it into the flower. Immediately, the tea flowers and the cactus turned green.

It turned out that whether it was people or others, they all needed to be carefully cared for.

He looked at everything in front of him as it was before, but there was one less grandpa downstairs.

Many questions flashed through her mind. She was truly curious as to why her grandpa would suddenly go. There wasn't even a hint of warning in advance, and A Xiang didn't give her any information.

Perhaps they knew it was because she was too busy to take her grandfather to heart. She always thought he was just a landlord, but she didn't expect that her grandfather's kindness to her had already made her feel at home.

Outside the door, an aunt who bought groceries was passing by. Yinyin quickly called out to her, "Auntie, I'm a tenant living in this attic." Yinyin pointed to the attic, "I would like to ask, does auntie know what happened to the landlord here?"

That auntie sized her up and then said with a bit of anger, "Are you the tenant of this house?"

Strange, there was nothing wrong with her.

"He killed a person and even asked himself what happened. "Hrmph."

"What did you say?" Yinyin asked in puzzlement. When had she ever killed her grandfather?

"Go check the newspapers. The newspapers are all over the place, no one from the Chi family wants to deal with you. That's your good fortune, and you still have the face to come back here." As she spoke, her aunt snorted. She no longer paid any attention to Yinyin and left.

A loud sound echoed in her head. Could it be that her grandfather's death really had something to do with her?

She was going to check the newspaper. She thought about how long it had been since she last saw her grandpa, or at least three months.

Okay, then start four months ago.

However, Yinyin still walked in without any hesitation. Everything there didn't seem to match her current clothes, but Yinyin didn't care at all, and she suddenly really wanted to find out about the matter regarding the Chi Guda that her aunt had mentioned.

"Boss, I want to buy a newspaper." She stood in the middle of the endless pile of newspapers with an unquenchable anxiety in her heart. There were so many of them that she really didn't know how long she would have to turn them over.

"Oh, it doesn't sell the newspapers of the day. There are only old ones." The owner kindly reminded her.

"Well, I want the old paper. Two months ago, I wanted all the newspapers within four months." It would be easier to find them if they were smaller. Otherwise, even if she searched for two days and two nights, she wouldn't be able to find anything.

"Miss, have you thought about it? You really want to buy old newspapers?" No one would believe that a well-dressed woman wanted to buy old newspapers.

"Yes, I want to buy it. You can find all the newspapers in the past two months and put them here. I want to check them." she said.

"Then it's three hundred yuan. Miss must think it through."

"Oh, whatever." Actually, money was not the most important thing in life, because money was not omnipotent. Sometimes money could not buy more things, such as family, friendship, love, or even a person's life …

Crouching on the ground, Yinyin began her search. Her surname was Chi, and she only knew that the old man's surname was Chi. It was only at this moment that she realized that she didn't know anything about her prospective landlord, and even his name was incomplete.

She sighed. Perhaps she had never cared about the appearance of that old man.

She flipped through the pages one by one, not missing a single page that was possible. She carefully examined the pages, but she didn't manage to find anything even though she had already flipped through most of the newspapers.

"Miss, what are you looking for?" The waste seller asked curiously. Three hundred dollars was really easy to earn, but he suddenly wanted to help this group of ladies with these three hundred dollars.

Yinyin straightened her back as she felt very tired. She then pointed to the direction of the building and said to the owner, "I want to find out what happened to the owner of the house."

"Oh? Are you talking about that old man? Then why are you still checking the newspapers? Just ask me directly. Wait a moment." He bent under the table, as if searching for something.

When he raised his head again, a stack of newspapers had been handed over to Yinyin. "Well, that's what you want, because the old man's place is closer to mine, so I read the newspaper and stuffed it under the table."

She received the newspapers with trembling hands, then heard the boss's words, "I heard it was to find someone, then accidentally got hit by a car. The rescue was ineffective, she died in less than two days."

"Oh, thank you." Then, she casually took out three hundred yuan and threw it on the boss's table before leaving without even looking back.

"Miss, you only took that newspaper, so I think it's better if you don't take the money." However, only Yinyin answered him with a flustered look on her face. Without a moment of hesitation, Yinyin quickly turned the corner of the street.

Yin Yin sat quietly on a bench in the park. The blue sky was dazzling, making the clouds even whiter. The wind blew, making the endless lawn feel empty, as if it was trying to give her a quiet atmosphere.

As she unfolded the newspaper, her heart trembled a little. She already knew the answer, but she could have chosen not to read it. However, she still opened it.

It was for her sake. She remembered the day, more than three months ago, when she went to deliver the takeout, and then she met Jing and Ke Zhenwei, and then she was in the rain, and then she was taken away by Ke Zhenwei.

From that day onwards, she no longer found any traces of her grandfather, not even A Xiang's.

She had always thought that Axiang's family had gone abroad or had gone on a trip, so she had never cared about it, never even inquired about it. She had kept her wedding a secret, she hadn't told anyone, so she had never thought to tell her landlord.

This was how many things went. It was because Ke Zhengwei took her away, so he chased after her when he found out she was gone. That was the same night that he encountered that car accident.

The old man was dead, and no one knew exactly what had happened that day. The only thing that came out of the newspaper when the old man was in critical condition was the words, "Yinyin, come back."

Yinyin, just call her.