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"Oh, is there such a thing? Is he a friend of your childhood? or does it look very similar to your childhood friend? " The old woman explained.

Cao Jia shook her head. "I am sure that you are not talking about these two possibilities. The feeling he gives me is unclear. It is a call from his heart, a resonance from Bloody Night."

"Is there such a strange thing? Do you have a picture of him? Show it to me. " Old man asked in confusion.

Hearing this, Cao Jia stood up from the old woman's embrace and left the living room for the bedroom. After a while, she came out with a photo. She walked to the old man's side and handed it to him with both hands. "Well, here's his picture."

The old man took the photo his granddaughter handed him. The girl in the photo was tall and straight, with a perfect face and a suffocating smile, her beauty comparable to his granddaughter's, perhaps even superior to her own. If his granddaughter was beautiful enough to topple a kingdom, then the girl in the picture was very beautiful, and the boy in the picture was about the same age as the girl, though young, but very handsome, and a man of beauty. If one looked carefully, they would see the faint sadness and sadness behind his smile. Looking at the two people in the photo, the old man's heart trembled. His brows deeply furrowed, and the hand holding the photo also tightened. However, all of this happened in a very short period of time. The old man quickly suppressed the excitement in his heart. Even Cao Jia, who was standing at the side, did not notice anything unusual about her grandfather. When his mood had calmed down, the old man let out a long sigh and slowly said, "I didn't expect people to be this beautiful. It seems they are a couple, no wonder you know them."

"Yeah, when I first saw them, I was shocked by their beauty as well. However, the more I looked, the more I felt that I must have known this boy for many years. It even gave me a very intimate feeling, as if they were family."

"Nonsense." When the old man heard Cao Jia's last sentence, he could not help but scold angrily. Clearly, he was excited by Cao Jia's words.

Cao Jia looked at her grandfather who was always amiable and amiable. How could he suddenly be so angry? She was puzzled. Did she say something wrong that made her grandfather angry? Or did his grandfather get angry because he knew about this boy? For a moment, she really didn't understand what was going on.

Seeing her granddaughter being angrily rebuked, the old woman who did not speak stopped talking and glared at her husband who had accompanied her for so many years. She said unhappily, "Old man, what are you doing? Why are you bullying my girl? She's about to cry." After the old woman scolded him, she gently held her granddaughter's flawless hands and said kindly, "Ignore your old foggy grandfather. I think he must have had a stroke just now. If there's anything, grandmother will decide it for you."

Cursing himself for being too fierce towards his child, he felt extremely remorseful. He was just about to apologize when he saw his granddaughter hesitating to say something, so he helplessly said, "Girl, grandpa was wrong just now. Actually, grandpa was doing this for your own good. I was trying to ask who in the world didn't want his child to be good, but grandpa's way of expressing himself was wrong. Please forgive me grandpa."

Cao Jia continued, "Grandfather, I'm not blaming you. I know you and grandmother both love me, and I'm not angry with you."

Only then did Grandpa start laughing.

Seeing this, Cao Jia tentatively asked, "Grandfather, do you know about Zhang Song? the boy in the picture? "

The old man wanted to cover it up, but Cao Jia saw through it, so she said, "Is his name Zhang Song? I didn't know his name until today, and besides, I was half buried and he was just a kid, so how would I know him? "Child, you're thinking too much."

Hearing her grandfather's explanation, Cao Jia thought about it and felt that it made sense. Grandfather's age difference with Zhang Song's was so great, how could her grandfather know Zhang Song? It seemed that she had misunderstood her grandfather. Thus, he sincerely apologized, "Grandfather, I'm sorry. I misunderstood you just now."

After accepting Cao Jia's apology, the old man secretly hinted to his wife that it was almost New Year so they quickly went home to reunite with their parents and arranged for their driver to send off their only beloved daughter.

After Cao Jia left, the old lady asked, "Old man, did you find something to tell me?"

The old man let out a long sigh and said, "Ah, yes."

The old woman had never seen her wife sigh like this, so she guessed, "It has to do with the child in the photo?"

The old man nodded. "You're the only one who knows me. Not bad, it's exactly this person."

The old woman was even more confused, her face full of curiosity as she asked, "Then who is he? Since you know about it, why didn't you tell the little girl just now? "

The old man explained, "Ai, you don't know, I'm doing this for the little girl's benefit." With that said, he drank the tea on the table in one gulp and then said, "Let me ask you, why did your son and daughter-in-law come here last time?"

The old woman suddenly understood after her wife reminded her, "Are you saying that the child in the photo is …"

The old woman was interrupted by the old man before she could finish her sentence. She nodded seriously and said, "That's right, the moment I saw the photo, I knew that this child was the one they were looking for. It's just that you have never seen him before, so you can't tell anything from his eyes."

The old woman finally understood what was going on and could not help but sigh. "I didn't expect him to be here."

The old man nodded. "Yes, and even got acquainted with our little girl. I was thinking, could there be some sort of conspiracy?"

The old woman speculated, "Are you saying that this was a trap set by him, just waiting for our little girl to jump into it?"

"It's not impossible." The old man drank another mouthful of tea and continued, "No matter what, we cannot tell anyone about this. Only by doing this can we protect our little girl."

The old woman could not bear it any longer, "Do we really have to do this? Isn't that unfair to the child? "

The old man's eyes lit up, "We don't have a better way, only in this way can we keep our little girl. Don't tell me you want to see her swept out of the house?"

"Is it really that serious?" the old woman asked worriedly.

"I don't know. I hope it isn't as bad as I imagined it to be. However, we have to prepare for a rainy day. We have to prepare everything for our little girl." The old man said seriously.

In the end, the old lady was moved by her wife. [There is no way around it. Who doesn't want their children to be good? It is for the little girl that I have to do something against her conscience.] She secretly thought in her heart, "Since it is the birth of a jade, how can it be bright?" "Child, if you didn't appear again, we wouldn't have done so. For the sake of our little girl, I can only let you down. I hope you don't blame me." As for the old man, he thought to himself, "Child, if you can keep yourself lost, perhaps we won't have any conflicts. But you just have to appear at this crucial moment and force me to do something I don't want to do. For the girl's sake, I can only sacrifice you to fulfill her wish."

He was originally a merciful person, but once he entered the path of evil, he would never be able to forget right and wrong. He was a pitiful unknown person, unable to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Tragic people had to be pitiful. Who would have thought that a kind-hearted person would break the principle that both of them had been true to each other for many years just for their own child? For their child, they began to walk step by step into the abyss of evil. What was their ultimate goal? And why did he do it? Will they succeed? What would the outcome be in the face of them?

The cold wind was dismal, the sky and earth were cold, and the night sky cut through the shackles of time as it quietly arrived. At this moment, the sky was completely devoid of any light. The moon and stars were all hidden in the deep layers of clouds, and the sky was as if it had been dyed black by ink. Looking up, one could see the ends of the world and the ends of the world.

Within a luxurious villa near the mountain and the sea.

His eyes were tightly shut. From his appearance, the old man seemed to be in his eighties, as if he had just been sick, and his face was full of fatigue. Even his shriveled lips were very pale. A middle-aged couple stood in the living room, looking up at the people in the hall. A sliver of worry and a sliver of fear appeared on their faces, as if they were afraid of the people in the hall. This could be seen from their faces.

Silence. At this moment, there were only the three of them in the living room. The old man in the hall still had his eyes closed, making it impossible to know what he was thinking. There was no helping it, the two could only suppress their fear towards each other, but they did not dare to disturb the repressed atmosphere here.

Only then did the old man in the hall slowly open his eyes, which were not clouded by disease. On the contrary, not only did the old man's eyes not have the slightest bit of filth, they were actually extremely sharp, giving off a kind of intimidating feeling, like the eyes of a falcon that soared through the sky, clear and sharp. When the two people met the old man's eyes, they couldn't help but bow their proud bodies. This was an indescribable domineering aura that could only be obtained after many years of contemplation. It was like the king's aura that shook one's soul.

The old man in the hall did not care about the fear in the two people's eyes and slowly asked, "Is this the result of you handing it over to me?" It seemed like they were questioning, but more like they were scolding. Although their voices were hoarse, their auras were filled with a domineering aura, giving people a feeling of not getting angry.

Who is this couple in the hall? Who was this old man in the hall? What was their relationship? What had happened between them? Or perhaps there was a deal between them? What was the secret of their conversation?