The portrait looked at the messy house and was in a bad mood to continue cleaning.

When the portrait walked out the door, he looked around and didn't see Ziran. He couldn't help but shout, "Ziran, where are you?"

"Oh, portrait, I'm here."

After hearing the sound, the portrait walked towards the sound and found Ziran who was watching the scenery by the river.

"She probably felt bored."

The portrait apologizes for this. Yes, he has always been centered on himself, but has never considered Ziran's feelings.

I guess anyone can't stand it if I have been staying in that endless long darkness.

"I'm sorry, Ziran."

The portrait hugged the lovely man from behind her and said apologizing.

"What's wrong, portrait?"

Ji Lan was a little at a loss at the moment of his strange behavior.

"I'll take you to see the scenery. Speaking of which, parents have changed a lot over the years!"

The portrait quickly showed a happy smile and pulled Ziran to the road with a happy expression.

They stopped a taxi and headed to their hometown.

In fact, the portraits that have been working outside have not been back for many years.

When he saw the strange buildings that appeared in his hometown over the years, he couldn't help but stand still.

"What's wrong, portrait?"

Ziran, who was excited, noticed something was wrong with the portrait and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"It's okay, Ziran, let's go to the supermarket."

After paying, the portrait got out of the car, looked at the four-story shopping center, and spoke and suggested.

"OK."

Ziran nodded happily, without refusing.

When the two of them held hands and came to the shopping mall, the portrait met a strange and familiar person, his father.

At this time, his father was carrying the ingredients he had bought from the supermarket just now, and was now preparing to go home to cook.

When he saw the appearance of the young man in front of him, he couldn't help but be stunned: "Is it you? Portrait?"

The portrait looked at his hunched and white-haired father with a silent face and found that there were also many wrinkles on his face than before.

It turns out that the tall and powerful body is crushed by the ruthless years.

"It's me, my father."

After a long silence, the portrait nodded slowly and admitted.

"It's really you, portrait, where have you been there over the years? Why don't you come back and take a look?"

The portrait father was trembling, and tears of longing could not help but shed from the corners of his eyes.

"I went to work in another place, and I haven't made any money yet, so I have no shame to come back."

Looking at the heartbroken father, the portrait honestly explained the past of the years.

"Who is this?"

Soon, the portrait father turned his gaze to Ziran and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Dad, she is my girlfriend."

Just as the portrait answered, he saw his father suddenly become angry and raised his slap and was about to open it to him.

The portrait was like a conditioned reflex and pulled Zi Ran to avoid it quickly.

"Bastard, the little girl is still so young, how can you bear to do it?"

"Uh, Dad, you're thinking too much, we haven't had any relationship."

Seeing that his son wanted to argue, he couldn't help but want to continue to accuse him.

"Uncle, don't hit him, I...I voluntarily, he didn't force me."

At this moment, Ziran suddenly spoke up to defend the portrait.

The two big men looked at Ziran with a look of surprise, unable to believe what she had just said.

The portrait was a little confused. He remembered that Ziran in his memory was not a high-definition, unappropriate goddess?

Why is it so easy to talk now?

When the portrait father saw that the little girl said this, he didn't want to say much. After sighing helplessly, he took them to the community.

"Your grandma passed away two years ago. Before she died, she wanted to see you, her grandson. Unfortunately, she still didn't see you until the end. I thought you were like your mother and wouldn't come back once you left..."

When the portrait's father took them home, the portrait could not help but miss the familiar home. When she heard the news of her grandmother's death, she couldn't help but feel silent.

"You guys sit here and rest, I'm going to cook."

The portrait father walked towards the kitchen while chatting about family matters.

"Dad, I'll help you too."

The portrait glanced at him and spoke out on his own initiative.

"Hmph, I don't need you to help. I'm not that old enough to do things!"

He frowned and said unhappy.

"Okay, I'll go to the supermarket opposite to buy some drinks."

The portrait opened the door and walked downstairs. When he came to the supermarket opposite, he realized that there had also changed here and changed the owner of the family.

"Give me... two bottles of milk, I want a big bottle, well, I'll give you fifteen dollars."

When the portrait came upstairs with milk, she found Ziran looking through the diary she had written before.

After seeing the portrait go upstairs, Ziran hurriedly hid the diary behind her.

The portrait looked at her silently, without saying anything, just pretending that she had seen nothing.

At this time, the portrait smelled the scent of the meal coming out of the kitchen.

"The electronic signals sent by Colonel Ye and Lieutenant Colonel Ji Lan have been detected."

"Where?!"

“In a neighborhood in the countryside.”

"Hurry up and contact the local police to stop them, and we must not let them escape. We must quickly know what happened to them? Why did the two of them lose sight of each other all of a sudden?"

In a small room at a military base, the radio station on the table flashed red. After the technician sitting next to him reacted, he quickly marked the source of the signal.

He immediately took off the electronic equipment he was wearing on his head, stood up and walked to his superior's office, reporting on the situation.

After his boss understood the situation, he hurriedly gave him an order.

"Yes, sir, I will contact the local police immediately and stop them by any means."

After the technician made a military posture, he ran to the military contact office outside.

A similar thing happened on an uninhabited island abroad. In order to understand the situation, a team of militants sneaked into the border and approached the portrait.

...

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong"

The three people who were eating at the table heard the knock on the door outside the door, and the portrait frowned and felt a little bored inexplicably.

"Who?" The portrait's father stood up and shouted outside.

"Dad, don't open the door first."

The portrait, who felt something was wrong, stopped his father, and he quietly came to the door to see clearly what was happening outside through the door.

But he saw a large number of criminal police officers wearing uniforms holding batons in their hands, who were now guarding the door with a serious expression on their faces.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong"
Chapter completed!