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Chapter 227

"I'm too embarrassed to teach you this. In your second uncle's room, in the third drawer of the cabinet next to the door, there are things in it that can help you. Go work hard by yourself, get out! You look so annoying."

Zhou Jiaying was extremely depressed, and when she saw Song Yan really turned to look for her, she became even angrier in an instant.

"Where's my calming film? I'm so angry, don't you look very smart on weekdays? Why is he like this now... When can I have a great-grandson with him like this."

After Song Yan went to his second uncle's room, his face was ashen.

It turned out that grandma asked him to watch the color video that his second uncle had treasured for a long time.

Although he has never seen those things, he is not that stupid.

This kind of thing is self-taught, and he believes that he can.

……

Song Yan returned to Zhou Jiaying's study room again, and saw Zhou Jiaying raised the dragon head crutch in her hand as if she was going to hit him.

He hurriedly replied: "Grandma, I understand, I really will."

"I don't think you understand."

Zhou Jiaying shook her head several times.

"This... I really can do it."

"Lin Ran will return to China in three days. As soon as she comes back, she will bring me to the Song residence immediately. It just so happens that I will celebrate my 80th birthday."

"Why are you so familiar with Lin Ran's itinerary?"

Song Yan himself didn't know much about Lin Ran's itinerary, but he didn't expect Zhou Jiaying to be so clear.

He thought for a while, turned his eyes, and said with a smile: "Is it Tang Yuyang? Sure enough, he has eyeliner and reports."

"I want you to take care of it!"

"But... don't you have four months left before you turn 80?"

"Just like you, I don't know if I can make it through this year, I'll make it ahead of time, the day after tomorrow!"

……

Lin Ran stepped into the Song Mansion, and her eyes were inadvertently attracted by all kinds of solid wood-colored furniture inside.

It is empty and solemn, and occasionally there are some places with antique elegance.

For example, what comes into view in front of you is the bookstore with many ink paintings.

The plaque on it reads "Zhiqu Pavilion" in gold ink.

"I wrote this when I was six years old, and those paintings are all my works."

Song Yan followed Lin Ran's gaze to introduce her. He smiled and spoke, feeling as if he could show off his talent, and he was a little proud.

Lin Ran didn't want to answer, but just turned his eyes away lightly.

A smile appeared on her face inadvertently: Is this where Song Yan used to live?
He was also in this place I stepped on before, crawled?
What does that little Song Yan look like, is it chubby and cute?

He still has a serious face and a little calmness, unlike other children.

Or is he obnoxious?

Has Su Chenxin ever seen him when he was a child?

Did he tell her a little story about what happened here.

Lin Ran felt that she really didn't understand Song Yan's past?

She breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes were gentle: What am I thinking about?
Song Yan led Lin Ran upstairs.

A man approached them by the stairs with a cup of coffee, a newspaper in his other hand.

The man is tall and straight, with a steady aura, and a pair of deep eyes that have accumulated over the years.

A face is very protruding, and the outline is exquisite, outlining every sexy feature of him, which is very colorful.

Song Ji is also wearing gold-rimmed glasses at the moment, which is a replica of Song Yan.

The temperament of the uncle and nephew has seven images.

Lin Ran felt that Song Ji gave her a very familiar feeling.

In my impression, there was someone who seemed to have an aura more in line with Song Ji.

But she couldn't remember who it was for a while.

She lowered her head, opened her lips and teeth slightly to the person in front of her, and said hello politely, "Hello, second uncle!"

"It's Lin Ran, I often hear Song Yan mentioning you."

Song Ji blurted out the words calmly, and suddenly there was movement on his calm face.

　Only when Song Yan put on the gold-rimmed glasses did he have a temperament similar to that of his second uncle.

　　He still fumbled for the gold-rimmed glasses in the second uncle's room.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)