Under the bright sunshine, Ye Zechuan's handsome face became increasingly pale. He closed his eyes and walked towards the main house step by step. His legs seemed to be full to the brim, so heavy that almost every step forward consumed all his energy.

strength.

The distance from the door to the main house was only thirty or thirty meters, but he seemed to have walked for a century.

Pushing open the old wooden door, a damp musty smell hit your face.

Sunlight took the opportunity to shine into the house. Ye Zechuan raised his eyes and saw the tablet placed on the old wooden cabinet facing the door - the spiritual tablet of Ye's Suxue.

The seven big black characters pierced his heart like a knife and hurt unbearably.

His steps stopped like this, as if an invisible hand was tightly strangling his throat, making him unable to breathe. He felt like he might suffocate at any time.

Ye Zechuan clasped his fingers tightly, but the hand hanging by his side was still trembling uncontrollably.

The light in the room was not very good, it was quiet and depressing, and I could only hear the gentle sound of wind blowing in the courtyard.

After a long time, Ye Zechuan suddenly knelt on the ground with a bang, his back straight like a wood carving and clay sculpture.

His eyes were sore and his eyes were red and bloodshot, but he couldn't shed a single tear. It felt like someone had dug out a piece of his heart, and his chest was empty with nothing.

At the same moment, Ye Huairan had followed Ye Qizong to the patriarch's study.

She was still so immersed in the sad and shocking news that she didn't hear clearly what Ye Tianhua asked her.

Ye Tianhua looked at the little girl who was distracted, touched her snow-white beard, and asked kindly: "Bao Hao, the formal inheritance ceremony is complicated, have you memorized it all?"

He hadn't seen her for ten years, and when he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him, he couldn't help feeling that time had flown by, as if in just the blink of an eye, another generation had grown up.

"Ah?" Ye Huairan was still worried about her brother Zechuan. When she heard the clan leader calling her, she regained her focus. She looked at the old man with white hair and white beard, her beautiful big eyes full of confusion.

"I'm asking you, do you remember the rules I just told you?" Ye Tianhua asked again patiently.

"Grandpa," Ye Huairan glanced at him, lowered his head and whispered, "I don't want to be the patriarch, can you find someone else..."

"As people get older, their ears don't work as well." Ye Tianhua pointed to his ears and wrinkled his long white eyebrows in confusion. Suddenly he seemed to have thought of something and said solemnly, "Bad, bad, bad.

After you become the clan leader, remember to take good care of Xiaochuan."

"Uh?" Ye Huairan was thinking about Ye Zechuan. When he heard the clan leader suddenly mention him, he immediately raised his head and looked at him with some confusion.

"He must have known about the death of Xiaochuan's mother, right?" Ye Tianhua's face turned deep and solemn when he mentioned his granddaughter.

Although he was asking her, his tone was very sure, and he should have guessed it early on.

"Yes." Ye Huairan nodded, with a worried look on his fair face, "Grandpa, I'm very worried about brother Zechuan."

"Xiaochuan has always been a strong child and will definitely get through it. Suxue has been the person closest to him since he was a child. He received such bad news as soon as he came back. I'm afraid it was a big blow. In the future, he will return to Ye Island after completing his studies.
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