Song Dayong listened to Song Yiran's words, and couldn't help but laugh heartily, "Okay, good, welcome! People are lonely when they are old, and with you young people by their side, the family will be lively!"

Song Chunhua said softly: "Dad, Comrade Xiao Song came to you on purpose, saying that he had a question to ask you. ”

"Oh!?" Song Dayong looked puzzled, "Little comrade, what's your problem?"

Song Yiran only said: "I think, not too many people should know about this matter for the time being, I don't know if it is inconvenient for you to talk to me alone for a while." If it really doesn't work, it's okay to bring Uncle Song one. ”

That's a bit of a stretch!

Who is Song Dayong? One of the founding feats of the Chinese People's Republic of China, known as the cornerstone of the country, Song Yiran dared to talk to him like this, if others knew about it, I was afraid that she would say that she was empty-eyed and did not know how thick the sky was.

I don't know why, Song Dayong just thinks what Song Yiran said is quite interesting, this little girl is not timid, she is generous in front of herself, there is no twisting and cowering, and there is no flattery and flattery. Facing herself, she was like watching an old man playing chess at the corner of the street, which made Song Dayong feel very fresh.

When those little juniors saw themselves, which one of them was shouting at an old hero and an old leader?

"Okay, if you're in a hurry, let's go upstairs now! Boss, give me a hand, and you can come over and join in the fun." ”

Song Chunhua hurriedly stepped forward to support the old man.

"Girl, come along!"

Song Yiran glanced at Lei Qianjun.

Lei Qianjun nodded, no matter what Song Yiran decided, he would support it! He was not good at participating in these details, he believed that Song Yiran could control the rhythm by himself.

Song Yiran smiled at him and followed Song Dayong and Song Chunhua upstairs.

Xu Anrong looked surprised and quietly asked Lu Yu: "What's the situation?" ”

Lu Yu shook her head, she didn't know either!

Lei Qianjun sat on the sofa and didn't say a word, what he said was inappropriate, so keep silent!

Upstairs, Song Yiran, of course, in front of Song Chunhua, asked another question that he had asked before, "Old man Song, I want to ask you, do you confirm, is the Song Xiaolian you recognized back really Song Xiaolian?"

Song Dayong was even happier than Song Chunhua, "I don't confirm it, but why did you suddenly ask about this?"

His answer surprised Song Yiran, and even Song Chunhua on the side was shocked.

"Then can I ask the name of your first wife, is her name Jiang Sixi?"

Song Dayong was also stunned for a moment, but then he was relieved, there are many people who know about this matter, which does not mean anything.

"Yes!"

"You have a daughter?"

"Yes!"

Song Yiran nodded, "It's no secret that I think these things are here, the Song Xiaolian who was found should also know!

"No!" Song Dayong said: "It is said that in those years of escaping the famine, everything was lost." ”

Song Yiran was silent for a moment, "Do you know a doctor surnamed An who is called An Lu?"

Song Dayong shook his head: "I don't know!"

Song Chunhua looked at these two people with a confused expression, he felt that he was so redundant! You look at this old and young man, how tacit they answered! I really don't know what use they have in letting themselves come over.

Song Yiran silently took out a photo, "Do you know the person on this?"

Song Dayong took the photo and looked at it suspiciously, and then his body trembled, "Boss, hurry, bring my glasses." ”

Song Chunhua didn't dare to slack off, so he hurriedly took out Song Dayong's reading glasses and handed them to the old man.

"This is ......" The two people in the photo couldn't be more familiar! The man is him, and the woman is Jiang Sixi. It was as if the years had gone back more than fifty years, back to when he was younger.

"Do you know?"

"This is me, this is me!" Song Dayong pointed to the young man in the photo, "This is me, and this is Sixi next to me, my wife." ”

Song Chunhua leaned over and took a look, and couldn't help but think that the photo was indeed when the old man was young, and as for Aunt Sixi, he hadn't seen it.

"There's an iron box in the closet, boss, you can bring it out for me. ”

Song Chunhua didn't dare to slack off, and went to the wardrobe to pick up an iron box. Song Dayong took out the one he had saved from the box and said with some regret: "I washed two photos of this photo at the time, and I didn't keep it well! Kid, where did you get this picture!?"

"You and Jiang Sixi's child is called Song Xiaolian, do you have a picture of her?"

At this moment, even Song Chunhua knew that Song Yiran was not asking those questions for no reason!

"No, child, do you have one?"

Song Yiran took out another photo and handed it to Song Dayong, "Take a look." ”

In the photo, Jiang Sixi is holding a baby girl and smiling sweetly.

Song Dayong's tears poured out at once, "Sixi, Xiaolian!" He has seen his daughter, and he has never dared to forget the appearance of the child, although many years have passed, but Song Dayong knew as soon as he saw the photo that the people on it were his daughter-in-law and her daughter.

"Son, where did you find this picture, you, who are you?"

Song Chunhua listened to this on the side, his heart couldn't help but speed up, maybe his bold idea was about to be confirmed!

"Do you know? Not long after you left, the village was slaughtered by the dwarf! At that time, Jiang Sixi was seriously injured, and before he died, he entrusted the child to a doctor named An Lu who had returned from abroad. The doctor was afraid that those people would catch the child and retaliate against you, so he changed his name, added a Song character in front of his original name, and changed your daughter's name, so as to avoid being chased by those people. This hiding, that is, for decades, the doctor never married, raised your daughter, and watched her become a family. ”

The more Song Dayong listened, the more excited he became, and the old tears flowed, "Child, is what you said true? Is it true?" Song Dayong can confirm at this time that the Song Xiaolian he recognized before is a fake!

She didn't know anything, she didn't know anything, she didn't know anything, she didn't have any tokens, and she couldn't say some details about Jiang Sixi's life! Without waiting for the results of what N and what A came out, Song Dayong could conclude that she was a fake.

Song Yiran took out Old Man Song's letter and handed it over.

Song Dayong was so excited that he couldn't read the letter anymore. Song Chunhua hurriedly found out the blood pressure medication and heart-saving pills, gave them to him, and let him rest on the head of the bed.

"Dad, I'll read it to you, calm down!"

Song Dayong leaned on the head of the bed, pointed at Song Chunhua and said, "Read quickly!"

Song Chunhua unfolded the yellowed letter and read it slowly: "Qinghe, my daughter ......"

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