We seems to have met in our dream

But Zhou Yujun was very smart. He just inquired with his elders and knew the way to the Si family's old house.

Zhou Yujun, who always believed in the unity of heaven and man, walked up the mountain with Xuanxuan in his arms although it was late.

Xuanxuan was already sleepy and fell asleep on his shoulder.

Suddenly, a car suddenly stopped behind him. Zhou Yujun frowned slightly, retreated a few steps in time, leaned against the mountain wall, and stared at the car quietly.

Si Zhenxuan pushed open the door and got off, "are you okay?"

The boy and girl in front of him, like outsiders, suddenly appeared on the mountain road. When the boy and his four eyes were opposite, the boy was suddenly stunned, "Si Zhenxuan?"

Si Zhenxuan didn't expect that he actually knew himself, "are you?"

Zhou Yujun was just about to give Xuanxuan to him. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the little white gourd sitting on the co pilot looking at them. His eyebrows were also like Si Zhenxuan. Such an accident made Zhou Yujun frown slightly and choose to observe first.

Zhou Yujun told himself, "Mr. Si, right? Hello, I'm Zhou Wuzheng's grandson. I wanted to go out for an outing, but it was late and I couldn't find the way. I don't know if I can help... I think you should know my grandfather."

Si Zhenxuan wanted to send them down the mountain directly. He looked back at the little white gourd who was a little sleepy on the co pilot. He simply said, "I'm familiar with master Zhou. If master Zhou doesn't mind, I can stay at my house for a night tonight and I'll send it to you tomorrow."

"OK." Zhou Yujun smiled.

This smile stunned Si Zhenxuan. He really didn't expect that Zhou Wuzheng's grandson was so elegant, some dust but some extraordinary.

After getting on the bus, Zhou Yujun always held Xuanxuan in his arms. He was as tall and straight as a pine and bamboo. Si Zhenxuan asked casually, "how old is this little girl?"

"Four years old." maybe it touched his mind. A trace of pity slipped in Zhou Yujun's eyes. He whispered, "mom is always away, and dad hasn't appeared. A little wretch."

Si Zhenxuan felt a familiar feeling in his mind. He looked more subconsciously in the rearview mirror. Zhou Yujun held the girl - she was like a doll in Zhou Yujun's arms. The pink carving jade carving was very cute. The pink mouth pursed, and from time to time seemed to mutter nonsense that he couldn't understand.

Si Zhenxuan's heart softened in an instant.

The car stopped outside the old house. Si Zhenxuan got out of the car and picked up the little white gourd. Then he said to Zhou Yujun, "master Zhou, here we are."

The slight cold in the car made Xuanxuan move. She rubbed her eyes and slowly opened them. Suddenly, the figure of Si Zhenxuan disappeared into her eyes, and Xuanxuan was stunned.

Xuanxuan rubbed her eyes again, and suddenly she stretched out her hands towards Si Zhenxuan excitedly, "Dad, Dad... Dad!"

Si Zhenxuan was stunned.

Xuanxuan then saw that Si Zhenxuan was still holding a small white gourd in his arms. After a while, he flattened his mouth and cried, "why doesn't dad hold Xuanxuan, Dad... Xuanxuan wants Dad... Peas?"

Gu Xuanxuan is actually very impressed by Si Zhenxuan. Lu Qiyan often comes to see her and always coaxes her to call Qiyan's father. Gu Xuanxuan sometimes misses her tongue and yells wrong in front of Gu Antong. Gu Antong will not only punish her, but also pull her to Si Zhenxuan's photo and tell her again and again that this is her father.

Gu Xuanxuan was impressed by Si Zhenxuan's face.

Just for a long time, he didn't stand in front of himself.

Gu Xuanxuan began to cry. He was the best player in the world. Even Zhou Yujun was a little unstable. The little girl was still a little round and struggling. Zhou Yujun was two big. He looked at Si Zhenxuan for help.

Si Zhenxuan was a little embarrassed, but he still put the little white gourd down. Wen Sheng said, "Dongdong, go inside to find your grandparents."

Little white gourd is a little dissatisfied with the little girl's naughty performance. Who is her father? Do you want to recognize him like this.

But the little white gourd listened to his uncle very much. After Si Zhenxuan finished, he nodded heavily and ran to the house.

Si Hanxiang and Wei Yulan have been waiting all day. They will be overjoyed to see their grandson. They pick up the little white gourd at the door and take it to the inner room to play.

The old house has always been such a strange situation. Because of Si Zhenxuan's suggestion, Dou Ying basically ignores Wei Yulan. On the contrary, Si Hanxiang always doesn't know how to face Dou Ying when he sees her.

Si Zhenxuan went to Zhou Yujun and looked at Xuanxuan crying in his arms, "this child..."

"She is my little niece." Zhou Yujun introduced without trace. "As I said just now, she has never seen her father. Maybe she thinks your father looks more like her father? Does Mr. Si mind accompanying the child? She is very poor."

Zhou Yujun said the last five words in a very low voice, but Si Zhenxuan heard it completely, and a trace of pity slipped across his eyes. He stretched out his hand and held Xuanxuan.

As soon as Xuanxuan was picked up, the tears in her black eyes immediately closed. She stared at Si Zhenxuan for a long time. Her pink face raised a bright smile, "Dad! Dad!"

The little girl's father called very smoothly, but Si Zhenxuan was a little strange in his heart.

He is not so kind to all the children. The little white gourd is the son of Si yueyun and Zhou Rongrong, and he is also his nephew. It is very normal for him to like the little white gourd. In fact, Si Zhenxuan is not particularly used to contacting children, but when Xuanxuan holds his neck and calls his father, Si Zhenxuan's unexpected heart softens again.

Si Zhenxuan looked at Xuanxuan sideways. The little girl seemed a little tired after crying, her eyelids drooped, but she held his neck tightly. The little girl was different from a little boy like white gourd. She seemed to have a kind of milk smell that had not dissipated. The whole little thing was soft and Ruan soft. Si Zhenxuan even held it carefully.

Xuanxuan rubbed Si Zhenxuan's cheek, "Dad, Xuanxuan is sleepy..."

Yuxuan?

Si Zhenxuan looked at Zhou Yujun a little unexpectedly. Zhou Yujun smiled, "cultivated Pei, it seems that my little niece has a lot of fate with you, Mr. Si. She hasn't liked anyone so much."

Si Zhenxuan took Xuanxuan in his arms and led Zhou Yujun to the old house. He bowed his head and said to Xuanxuan, "you can go to bed right away. Uncle will take you."

Xuanxuan blinked and her voice began to tremble, "Dad... Are you Dad..."

Si Zhenxuan found that if he said he was an "Uncle" at this time, I'm afraid the little girl would immediately cry and collapse to show him. Helpless, Si Zhenxuan floated, "OK, Dad."

"Dad!" Xuanxuan was so happy that she kissed Si Zhenxuan on his cheek, and then she skillfully lay on his shoulder, "little martial uncle, I found my father. Xuanxuan is so happy."