Song Family Old Residence.
Song Heng walked around the living room with a cane and said anxiously, "Didn't Xiao Jun say he would be there at ten o'clock in the morning? This bastard is really good. After talking for so long, I haven't even seen my grandson-in-law."
Wen Yu was dressed in an exquisite and classic cheongsam, wrapped tightly in fur, and complained, "We just finished watching the variety show that our grandson-in-law participated in last night. How can you say you haven't seen it?"
I remember you praised your grandson-in-law last night for being brave and resourceful, and for having the same demeanor as you did back then."
Song Heng puffed his beard and glared and said, "I am exaggerating. Do you understand the exaggeration technique? I read Chinese in elementary school in vain."
Wen Yu rolled his eyes, "Who told you to tell the truth?"
Song Zhiyan knew that the two had been bickering for decades, and this was their way of getting along, so he comforted him, "Mom and Dad, it's only 9 o'clock, isn't there still an hour before 10 o'clock? Dad, please sit down and drink tea first."
Song Heng sat down on the sofa and directed Song Zhiyan to turn on the TV for him. He wanted to watch his grandson-in-law's variety show. He said unhappily, "How did you become a director and stop filming after only four episodes of a variety show? I'm still waiting to see."
Song Zhiyan scratched his head and explained helplessly, "Dad, it's not that I don't want to take pictures. Don't I have no subject matter?"
Song Heng pounded his cane hard and said, "You are still brave enough to break into the directing circle. If you really can't do it, go back to the company and help your sister."
Song Zhiyan pretended not to hear, and honestly helped make tea. Song Zhiyun, who was standing aside, smiled and said, "Dad, please don't embarrass me. She has devoted so many years to Song Corporation, so she should pursue what she likes."
Shen Jiahong echoed his wife's words, "Yes, dad, I remember you haven't seen the police movie Xiao Jun made before. How about watching this one?"
Song Heng waved his hand in disgust, "I don't want to see that little brat Huo Chuyun. Tell me how long he kept it secret from us since he was in a relationship."
Wen Yu picked up the hot tea, blew on the hot air, and took a sip. He didn't know who was shot to death by a criminal gang because of the role played by Xiao Jun. He secretly wiped his tears and refused to admit it.
Song Zhiyan complained in a low voice, "Dad, Anran and I have told you before. You don't believe it yourself, don't blame us."
Song Anran nodded in agreement. "Maternal Grandfather, you don't believe it yourself. You think that if my cousin can really find a partner, the sun will rise from the west and set in the east."
Wen Yu saw that Song Heng was about to open his mouth, so he stuffed a piece of orange into his mouth, "Okay, there is nothing to argue with the juniors. I am over seventy years old and I am not ashamed."
Song Heng chewed the orange a few times angrily, his whole body was sore and he pouted and said, "I would be grateful if they could treat me as an elder. None of them know how to respect the old and care for the young. Let me."
Song Yao glanced at his son Song Yang. Song Yang immediately received the instruction and approached Song Heng with a playful smile. "Too Grandpa, can you teach Yangyang how to play chess?"
Song Heng's originally downcast face suddenly beamed with joy, and he took Song Yang's white and tender little hands and walked towards the chessboard, "Oh, Tai Grandpa's great-grandson, okay, Tai Grandpa will teach you how to play Chinese chess."
Before reaching the chessboard, Song Heng's ears twitched, and he heard the sound of a car engine coming from the yard. He instantly let go of Song Yang's hand, and walked excitedly toward the yard with his cane in hand.
However, there was someone faster than him. Song Heng glared angrily at Wen Yu, who was faster than him. Wen Yu was not only faster, but his posture was still elegant and dignified, "You old woman, you want to race with me, right?"
Wen Yu looked back at him, curled his lips and smiled gracefully, "Old man, you still have to practice."
Huo Chuyun parked the car and just opened the door and got out of the car. He saw his own Maternal Grandfather panting and holding a cane, standing in the large open space, as if he was angry and refused to leave, "Maternal Grandfather, aren't you cold? Stand here and let the wind blow."
Song Heng turned her head and didn't want to talk to him, but her ears stood straight up. When she heard Wen Yu's clear and melodious laughter behind her, she leaned back and forth in anger.
Wen Yu was moved to accept the gift and touched Lu Xingchen's face lovingly, "You kid is too attentive."
Lu Xingchen smiled cutely and said, "I heard from Brother Chu that your living conditions were not good before, and you suffered from postpartum syndrome. Your legs tend to get sore and cold on rainy days. This foot bath has a constant temperature. Soak for half an hour before going to bed, and your feet will be very warm when you sleep."
Wen Yu looked at him with relief, seeing that he was covering his Blue Hair intentionally or unintentionally, and said, "You have worked hard, Xingxing, your Blue Hair is very beautiful, I like it very much, don't be afraid, we Song family are very open-minded."
Lu Xingchen immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing this, he took off his sweater and hat generously and said, "Grandma It's cold outside. Please go inside first so you don't catch a cold. Brother Chu and I will move the gifts in."
Huo Chuyun looked at Song Heng with a half-smile, "Maternal Grandfather don't look at it, we have to be generous so that we can strive to live to be two hundred years old."
Song Heng was amused by him, glared at him, and cursed, "I'm still two hundred years old. I'll be an old monster by then. I have a slippery tongue. I really didn't notice it before. I think you used this clever tongue to catch up with my grandson-in-law."
"Yeah, I chased him for a long time before I caught him, Maternal Grandfather, don't scare my baby away." Huo Chuyun teased.
Song Heng clicked his tongue repeatedly, "I remember when I chased you Grandma, but it took me a whole month."
Huo Chuyun couldn't hold back his laughter. If he told Maternal Grandfather that the baby was chasing him, Maternal Grandfather would definitely not believe it and would scold him for being so shameless and desperate for face.
Song family When a servant came out to carry gifts, Lu Xingchen was also very relaxed and walked up to Huo Chuyun openly and greeted Song Heng: "Hello Maternal Grandfather, I am Lu Xingchen."
Song Heng smiled kindly, and couldn't help but stroke Lu Xingchen's fluffy hair, "Good boy, you can see that he is well-behaved and sensible at first glance."
Lu Xingchen cooperated by lowering her head and letting him touch it, and heard him sigh, "Xingxing, Maternal Grandfather has watched your performance in the variety show."
Lu Xingchen opened his eyes suddenly and looked at him in shock, "Maternal Grandfather Have you watched the variety show I participated in?"
Then Maternal Grandfather saw all his arrogant and domineering behavior, showing no mercy in fighting and killing, so how could he be associated with being well-behaved and sensible?
Song Heng was amused by his exaggerated reaction and took them into the house, praising. "Although the show is full of drama, my blood is boiling when I watch it.
You escaped with a kidnapped woman on your back and wanted to save a girl who suffered from school violence... It all proves that you are kind-hearted, smart and courageous."
Lu Xingchen scratched his head in embarrassment, "I always feel like I didn't control my mouth and was cursing the whole time."
"It's not harmful to say a few swear words. I think back when Maternal Grandfather went into battle to kill the enemy, he didn't use the curse words in his dialect, fight to the death to kill the enemy, and dedicated himself to the country."