What is Song Yiran wondering in his heart!?

There must be a big treasure here! Otherwise, why would the little man keep thinking about it!

The little man, in Song Yiran's heart, is a group of unprofitable guys. Greedy and hypocritical, like a robber, always trying to steal other people's things!

If you think about it, that would have been forty years ago. When I was fighting, I was still thinking about drilling into the Valley of Lost Souls, and several groups of people were unwilling to die, so it can be seen that there must be something for the little man to remember.

Forty years ago, I didn't figure it out, and now it's a file with a secret prefix.

Song Yiran couldn't sit still, "Grandpa, do you still know about the Wuji fiefdom?"

"What's there to say about this, the ciphertext document has been pressed down, and it hasn't been decrypted yet, so it shows the problem. Anyway, with our current ability, it is not enough to crack the secret of the year, and we will not know it in the future. But the woman surnamed Liu is not simple, she is from the East and the West, so she can't be sloppy. Speaking of this, Song Dayong originally wanted to scold or something, but thinking that Song Yiran was sitting next to him, he swallowed this sentence back.

Song Yiran smiled and said, "It's still thoughtful, but where will you arrange it after you bring the people back, and send them to prison?"

"Then you don't care, anyway, ask clearly. ”

"Oh!" I don't know why, Song Yiran had a hunch, as if Song Chunhua couldn't bring this person back, so she wasn't worried about Liu Miao'er's fate at all.

Sure enough, Song Chunhua didn't find anyone.

"Did you find it according to the address given by Ran Ran?" Song Dayong was very dissatisfied, "Why do you even have a Dongyang girl...... The woman couldn't even be caught. ”

Song Chunhua was a little embarrassed, "Dad, the address is right, that place is biased, just a few households, you can find it without asking." It's just that when my people passed, there was no one in the house, and after inquiring, I didn't know where they went. ”

Song Yiran only said: "Don't blame my uncle for this, Liu Miaoer must have planned it a long time ago!"

"How do you say that?"

Wherever she heard about the Infinite Fiefdom, she knew that the stakes were high. As long as these four words are spoken, she will definitely be supervised, and she is likely to lose her life because of this, so she simply hides it so that we can't find her. ”

Song Chunhua felt that what Song Yiran said was very reasonable, "Will you escape back to Dongyang?"

"Probably not, her son is not dead yet!" Although the eldest prince has no hope of survival, sooner or later he will die, but Liu Miaoer will never be so ruthless and go back to Dongyang directly! If she really hates Li Ye and Li Xinhai, she will definitely find a way to stay and wait to see what happens to them, only in this way can Li Xintao not die in vain.

"Maybe she'll come out by herself then!" I don't know why, Song Yiran's suspicion of Liu Miaoer is decreasing, and his trust is increasing.

"Uncle, I think you might as well let someone try your luck near Li Ye's courtyard. "Song Yiran is a cautious person, even if Liu Miaoer is a trustworthy person, but what should be guarded against must also be guarded. Just like at the beginning, she worked hard to find out the true identity of the eldest son, but who would have thought that Li Xintao was just a scapegoat?

"Okay, you have a point, I'll let people go now. ”

As soon as Song Chunhua left, Song Dayong couldn't help chattering again, "Ranran, grandpa told you, you can't touch the matter of the Wuji fiefdom, you know?

"I know, I'm not stupid. Besides, I'm still in school, even if I want to go to the teacher, I can't give me leave!" Song Yiran patted Song Dayong's dry and rough hands, "Don't worry, I'm not an ignorant child, even if I'm curious, I won't do such a stupid thing." ”

Song Dayong couldn't help nodding, "That's right, you're right to think so!" He was still excited now, anyway, the child called him grandpa, and he could think of asking him about something, which made Song Dayong very happy.

"Come, take out the box from my closet. Song Dayong pointed to the wardrobe door, "It's inside!"

Song Yiran got up and opened the wardrobe and found the box that Song Dayong said, "Is this it?"

"Yes, take it out. ”

Song Yiran took out the box and found that it was quite heavy, she shook the box slightly, "What, hide it in the closet." ”

Song Dayong smiled and motioned for her to put the box on the bed.

"I have two big boxes like this, both of which are foreign, and I don't eat any imported biscuits. Song Dayong snorted lightly and patted the cookie box, "This box is my little vault." He said as he opened the box and took out several things from it.

There were passbooks, seals, and lots of money tied into bundles with rubber bands.

"My salary, this salary is a month. Song Dayong stretched out two fingers, "How about it, not a lot?"

In the 80s, the salary of ordinary people was about thirty or forty yuan, and Song Dayong has been retired for many years, but his salary has risen every year, more than 200 yuan a month, which is indeed quite a lot. Ordinary people's salaries, even if they don't eat or drink, have to save half a year to save 200 yuan.

But Song Dayong is the cornerstone of the country! There are only a few old feats like him left in the whole of China.

"A lot, a lot. Song Yiran asked him, "What are you doing with the box, let me see your family?"

Song Dayong took out all the tickets in the box and put them in front of Song Yiran, "This is for you." "At a cursory glance, there are two or three hundred yuan.

"I have money. Song Yiran exclaimed: "You can take it back, keep you for your own retirement, I am not short of money." ”

Song Dayong was a little anxious, for fear that she wouldn't, "I also have money to spend." I'm so old, and the state is in charge of eating and seeing a doctor, and there is no place to spend money. And I have two sons, can they leave me alone?"

"You take this money, it's the pocket money that grandpa gave you! The girl has a lot of places to use the money when she is older, you can buy whatever you want, and you can't ask grandpa anymore." Song Dayong showed his passbook to Song Yiran, "Look, I still have a lot of money in this passbook!"

Song Yiran glanced at it with a smile, "It's a lot! I really don't have any money, at school, there is also a subsidy for meals, more than ten yuan a month!"

"What is that money enough for?" Song Dayong pulled his face, "Give it to you, you can take it, your uncles and aunts don't dare to say anything! I said a long time ago that my money will be yours in the future, and they have no share." ”

Song Dayong showed the passbook to Song Yiran as if offering a treasure, "This is your dowry, I will try to live for a few more years, save more for you, and bring it to my mother-in-law's house in the future." ”

Song Yiran felt very uncomfortable when she heard this, she knew that Song Dayong wanted to compensate her, and wanted to compensate her for all the fatherly love she owed to her daughter, but she was ashamed of it!

"Grandpa. ”

"Oh, okay, take it quickly, our Song family doesn't have a mother-in-law and mother-in-law!" Song Dayong threw the passbook into the box, covered the box with hemp slips, and only left the two bundles of money outside, "Go, give me the locker." As he said, this old man is managed by the state from the inside out, and even Song Chunhua, a son, is difficult to worry about, so he really has no place to use money.

Song Yiran had no choice but to pick up the box and put it back in the closet.

Song Dayong beckoned to her and asked Song Yiran to sit next to him.

"This money is for you, don't be too careful at school, buy whatever you lack. Song Dayong said as he stuffed the money into Song Yiran's satchel and cautiously told her.

Song Yiran's heart suddenly turned upside down, the old man in front of him was over eighty years old, and he didn't have a few years left to live, and now his heart was afraid that it would all fall on his granddaughter.

"I'm busy this week, I'll stay with you for two days next weekend, right?"

Song Dayong was stunned, thinking that he was too old and had bad ears to mishear.

"What's the matter, aren't you happy?"

"No, it's not, willingly, willingly!" Song Dayong smiled, his dentures almost flew out, "What, the room you lived in last time has been kept for you! I'll ask Secretary Xu to find someone to clean it up in a while, make sure it's cleaned up, if you come in the future, you can live in that room, no one wants to live, just keep it for you." ”

Song Yiran looked at him like this, and his heart was both moved and uncomfortable, "That's okay, it's decided!"

"Hey!" Song Dayong suddenly became at a loss, and scratched his head happily, "Then, what do you like, I'll ask Secretary Xu to buy it for you." ”

Song Yiran shook his head, "Grandpa, I don't lack anything, so I don't have to be so troublesome." ”

As he was talking, Song Chunhua entered the house.

"I've arranged everything, as long as there are suspicious people, I will control them first. ”

"Uncle, why don't I draw you a few portraits of those people later, and it will be easier for you to identify them if you distribute them. ”

Song Chunhua looked surprised, "You can still paint?"

"Well, it's not well drawn, barely able to read. ”

Song Dayong slapped the uncle, startling the two uncles and nephews, "What, didn't Xiaoxi throw a lot of pens and paper here last time, that one can be used." ”

The three generations simply went downstairs together, found the paper and brushes that Song Xi had left in Song Dayong's place, and asked Song Yiran to paint.

Song Yiran is unforgettable, and her observation is strong, and she can grasp the characteristics of the characters at a glance, so the characters drawn are very realistic.

Song Dayong didn't know what sketching was, so he felt that his granddaughter had the ability and looked good at drawing.

"This is much stronger than what Xiao Xi painted. ”

Song Yiran stopped writing and asked Song Chunhua, "Xiaoxi likes to paint?" It can be seen that the drawing paper and brushes are professional, and I should like it very much.

"What is she called painting, scribbling all day long. Song Chunhua disagreed.

"If you like it, you can learn, it's not bad to take an artistic path in the future, take the CAFA exam, Lu Mei, how good. ”

Song Chunhua thought about it very seriously, "Okay? I think it's pretty good to do diplomacy." ”

"A child's life should not be planned by you, it should be left to their own choice!" Song Yiran chattered while drawing, "Besides, even if you find her a teacher and learn art, it won't necessarily be a bad thing." In the future, even if you do diplomacy, it won't affect your paintings! It's good to be an artist. ”

People's thinking has not yet changed, even if a person with status and status like Song Chunhua has some old problems in his thinking that cannot be eliminated.

Song Dayong is different, he now regards Song Yiran's words as a holy decree, and feels that whatever his granddaughter says is right.

"I think Ran Ran is right, it's good to be an artist!"

Song Chunhua hurriedly nodded in response, he didn't dare to argue with Lao Tzu.

Song Yiran quickly drew the portrait.

Song Chunhua asked the secretary to send it to his subordinates, raised his wrist and looked at the time, "Dad, I still have something to do there, I'll go back first." However, do you stay or ......?"

"I'm leaving, too, and I'm going back to school in the evening. ”

Although Song Dayong was reluctant, he didn't say anything, but just told Song Yiran not to forget to accompany him next weekend, and in his heart, he had already begun to think about cleaning up Song Yiran's room.

On the way back, Song Yiran took out the pocket money that Song Dayong gave her and showed it to Song Chunhua, "I said no, he had to stuff it for me, or you take it and return it one day!"

The old man has already told me and your little uncle that he owes you too much, and that your mother has no chance to compensate for it, so he saves a dowry for you! ”

Song Yiran asked again, "Aunts and uncles have no opinions, what about cousins and cousins!"

"Hey, you're the head of my family for nothing? Don't say they don't have an opinion, even if they have an opinion, they have to hold it back for me. ”

Song Yiran was almost not amused by this, "Uncle, I don't miss the old man's money, what about the pocket money he gave me, I'll take it first, and talk about the future!"

Song Chunhua turned his head to look at her, "How did you decide that matter?" ”

"I'll sign it when I go back. Song Yiran turned his head and smiled, "I think very clearly." ”

Song Chunhua breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, he selfishly hoped that Song Yiran would sign it, which would be beneficial to supporting the Song family and his ascendancy.

It's just that in her opinion, she and Song Chunhua have the same idea, so why doesn't she have the idea of taking advantage of the situation to hug her thighs!

Song Chunhua watched Song Yiran enter the school gate, and asked the driver to turn around and drive back.

Song Yiran didn't expect that when she came back in her uncle's car, she would cause a storm.

I don't know who knew that the scene when she got off Song Chunhua's car spread in the school that night, saying that she didn't love herself, pedaling two boats or something. Thinking of her taking leave this week and her uncertain behavior, the rumors are even more powerful.

When Song Yiran returned to the bedroom at night, the atmosphere in the bedroom became quite weird, and the other people didn't look at her quite right.

Miss Song, who has always been too lazy to pay attention to the rumors, is a little depressed, don't they all say that the people of this generation are simple?

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