Seeing this young man's face, Ye Guangrong felt like he had been hit by five thunderbolts for a moment, and his hands trembled!

"National style...... Is the national style back?" Ye Guangrong's lips trembled, and he muttered the name of his youngest son, and his old eyes were already moist. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Dad, he is not a national style, he is your own grandson, Xiaofan. Yang Bihui grabbed the old man's hand tightly, and she could feel her own hand and the old man's hand trembling.

"Xiaofan?grandson?" Ye Guangrong suddenly woke up, his son has been sacrificed for many years, just now he called himself grandfather, could it be that he is the son of Guofeng?

"Yes, Grandpa, I am your grandson. Ye Guofeng is my father, back then, my father and mother carried the Ye and Yang families behind their backs, and they made a private decision for life, this matter is a long story...... "Ye Fan walked in front of Ye Guangrong.

The old man stretched out his free hands and trembled and grabbed his arm, "You...... Are you really my Ye Guangrong's own grandson?"

"Yes, I am your grandson. After Ye Fan finished speaking, he secretly sighed, but he didn't expect that there would really be a time to be a grandson for others.

Ye Guangrong suddenly raised his head and laughed: "Haha, good, good, I, Ye Guangrong, am old and grandson, God treats me well, our Ye family has a future!"

"Dad, let's go in and talk!" As a daughter-in-law, Yang Bihui has not been able to fulfill her filial piety over the years, and she is also very guilty in her heart, hoping to use today's Lantern Festival to let the old man Ye Guangrong know what has happened in the past 20 years, and it can be regarded as letting Ye Fan recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors.

"Wait, you just said that her surname is Yang?" Ye Guangrong suddenly remembered something, pointed at Yang Bihui, and put away his smile.

"What's wrong with the surname Yang? Old man Ye, do you remember the pole back then?" A loud old man's voice came from the road outside the crowd, and everyone looked back, it turned out that Yang Chongyan had arrived!

"Chairman!"

"Chief!"

When Yang Chongyan approached, Po Jun, Ling Ruoxi and others saluted one after another, and those who knew his identity also took the initiative to say hello.

Of course, there are also those who don't give face, such as Ye Guangrong and Ye Fan, a pair of grandchildren, and a shadow with an indifferent expression.

"Yang Chongyan, are you Yang Chongyan's daughter?" Ye Guangrong realized the truth, and his face began to turn dark.

"Dad, I was with Guofeng back then...... It is precisely because of you that you did not dare to make the relationship public. Yang Bihui's expression was gloomy, lest the old man not recognize her, so she had to expose her scars: "After Guofeng went to the battlefield, I found out that I was pregnant with Xiaofan, and then I saw the news of Guofeng's sacrifice, so I went to the United States alone, wanting to avenge him and do something...... I ......"

"Don't say it!" Ye Guangrong raised his face, unable to contain the tears in his eyes.

Po Jun handed out a handkerchief and wiped the old tears from his cheeks for his grandfather.

Some of the women around had red eyes, and some lowered their heads, listening to Yang Bihui's recounting of the past, their hearts were all sour and uncomfortable, but they couldn't comfort anything.

Chairman Yang opened his mouth and said: "Old man Ye, after so many years, you are still haunted by it?" You see, your grandson has grown up so big, these girls have a lot to do with him, and you are still worried that the Ye family will not be prosperous in the future?"

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