In the blur, a little light shone in from the darkness.
After a long sleep, Ye Fan finally regained consciousness.
He slowly opened his eyes, and the light from outside the window shone through the thin blinds, and sprinkled the ground all over the place.
At this time, Ye Fan obviously had some fragments in his brain.
A pair of godless eyes glanced around.
Simple furnishings, but full of the weight of the years.
The old-fashioned tables and chairs on display in the front, there are also several portraits of the founding leaders of China on the wall.
A radio that was popular in the 1990s is placed on the bar.
Ye Fan remembered that when he was a child, he stood in front of the old radio, listening to a particularly sweet girl, singing “Go home and see” that was popular all over the country at the time.
Above the radio, there is an old-fashioned wall clock.
The pendulum inside swayed eternally, and the ticking sound once permeated Ye Fan’s entire childhood.
Seeing the familiar and unfamiliar scene in front of him, Ye Fan was stunned.
For a moment, Ye Fan only felt that everything seemed to be back to the past.
At that time, in such a small courtyard, there was an old man who had been in his early ages, and accompanied a babbled child through his entire childhood.
When the train of time slowly passed by, Ye Fan, who had already married and established a business, sat there, looking at him affectionately, but he was just like himself as a child.
The expectations in the distance are beautiful, but the short suspension of the train is more like the beautiful looking back of the years.
When time played the sound of going home, Ye Fan, who had gone through the vicissitudes of life, was here, looking with affectionate eyes, and outlined the once carefree and moving picture.
Nothing has changed.
Everything is as it used to be.
The old radio, the ticking wall clock, don’t know why, seeing all the familiar things before him, Ye Fan only felt like a knuckle in his throat, and there was an urge to cry.
“Silly boy, just cry out if you want to?”
“Grandma, here is your eternal harbor.”
A kind voice suddenly sounded in the ear.
Ye Fan looked up and didn’t know when, that simple and kind old man had already come to the door.
At the moment when he saw this old man, Ye Fan’s still suppressed emotions seemed to find a catharsis.
He rushed over, as he did when he was a child, and plunged into the arms of the old man.
Ye Fan didn’t speak, but cried loudly in the arms of the old man.
If this scene were to be seen by Chen Ao and others, it would be shocked.
Who could have imagined that the strong man who once swept the Jiangdong and swept Japan would be crying like a child in the arms of this old man?
But thinking about it, there is actually nothing to shock.
After all, Ye Fan was just over twenty, and everyone else at his age was still a student who hadn’t left the ivory tower.
Yes, a teenager in his early twenties, no matter how strong he usually behaves, at this age, in the eyes of the elders, he is still just a child.
What’s more, it doesn’t matter how old you are, no matter how strong you are, there is bound to be a soft place in your heart.
Sometimes, even a man in his forties, after being drunk, would lie on the shoulders of his friends in a quiet night, crying like horror.
Life is really too bitter.
No matter how independent people are, they will eventually break down emotionally and burst into tears at some point.
It was Qiu Mucheng back then, and it is now Ye Fan.