Nanbei ignored him, Song Qingran glanced at her, didn't see her specific expression, only saw the floating light on her silhouette, he remembered her sweet smile when she was pleasing her grandfather, and he withdrew his gaze.

The iron door at the entrance of the old mansion slowly opened, and the infrared rays flashed twice against the body, and after the inspection, Song Qingran's black car was allowed to go.

He parked the car firmly in the parking space at the door, turned off the engine, and when his slender fingers pulled out the key, he asked in a flat tone: "Today, did you go to see my father?"

The word "father" is said calmly, but it inexplicably makes people feel a little creepy.

Nanbei's eyelids jumped and he glanced at him.

"What did he say to you?" Song Qingran frowned slightly, there was a bit of displeasure in his tone, and there was also a bit of sarcasm, "He has nothing to do with you in the past." ”

Nanbei didn't want to talk to him because of what happened just now, pursed his lips, unbuckled his seat belt, and got out of the car, and Song Qingran also got out of the car unhurriedly.

The snow outside was getting heavier and heavier, and a thin layer of snow had been laid on the ground, and stepping on it left shallow footprints.

Song Qingran had long legs, and he caught up with Nanbei in two clicks, and he loosely hugged Nanbei's shoulders.

Because he was about to enter the house, Nanbei did not struggle, Song Qingran lowered his voice, brought some coldness, and said: "Beibei, if there is nothing to do, reduce the chance of meeting my father." ”

Nanbei raised his eyes to look at him and whispered, "I know." ”

She also doesn't like to see Uncle Song, every time she meets, she will be reminded of what kind of purpose she had in the first place to approach Song Qingran.

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In the old house, the floor heating is sufficient, the heat hits, bringing a sense of home warmth, the warm light is shrouded from the chandelier, and everything in the house seems to be dyed with the filter of time.

The maid was bending over to quietly fill the humidifier with water, Grandpa Song was wearing reading glasses and was reading the newspaper in his hand, he heard the sound, slowly raised his head, saw Nanbei, lifted his glasses, and then laughed: "Nan girl, you are willing to come to see grandpa." ”

Grandpa Song remembered something and instructed the servant next to him: "You go and get my basket of strawberries, wash them and serve them to the girl." He looked at the north and south again, and explained: "It was planted by your grandfather Lin himself, and when it was ripe some time ago, he sent it to me, and my old man didn't want to eat it, so he wanted to give you a taste." ”

Nanbei took off her coat, and inside was a gentle oatmeal-colored wool skirt, Song Qingran took it and helped her hang it on the hanger. Nanbei walked up to Grandpa Song and sat down, coquettishly: "Thank you, grandpa." Then she glanced at the cloth shoes on Grandpa Song's feet, and blushed a little embarrassedly.

Grandpa Song also noticed it, shook his shoes ostentatiously, looked at Song Qingran with a slight meaning, and said: "This is a cloth shoe designed by Beibei Girl, and there is also Beibei's signature on the shoes, which is unique in the world." ”

Nanbei's face is getting redder and redder, in fact, this is an ordinary pair of cloth shoes, the style is so simple that it can't work, she was on a whim last time, and specially found a pattern maker to make this pair of shoes and give them to Grandpa Song, I didn't expect that Grandpa Song would like it so much.

Song Qingran sat down against the north and south, leaning on the back of the sofa, looking at the north and south with black eyes, and seemed to have a shallow smile: "I did it for my grandfather, what about me?"

"Do you wear these old people's shoes?" Nanbei replied to him.

Grandpa Song admired it very much: "Beibei, this girl has a talent for design, this girl is smart......"

Song Qingran smiled lightly, listened to Grandpa Song's words, and nodded his head from time to time to express his approval.

But as soon as the north and the south met his black eyes, he knew that he was just completing the task he should complete as a filial grandson, he respected Grandpa Song, but he did not necessarily recognize Grandpa Song's praise for her, which was all perfunctory.

Nanbei is inexplicably a little lost, maybe in his eyes, she is still the person who can even be left behind when she was a child, and what he just said about wanting shoes is probably just what he casually coped with.

Unbeknownst to him, she slowly fell in love with the design.

Grandpa Song was old, and he didn't talk for a while, and he was about to go to rest, he pressed the armrest of the sofa and stood up: "It's snowing heavily tonight, don't go, let someone clean up the room for you." He said, looking back at Song Qingran, his tone was a little meaningful: "You are also old, it's time to get married and have children, cherish the people in front of you, there has been no happy event in the family for a long time, why don't you have a wedding with Nan Yatou next year?"

Nanbei was stunned, this was the first time Grandpa Song mentioned that she wanted her to marry Song Qingran, she always felt that she was still young, and she really didn't think about getting married, she just wanted to refute, and she heard Song Qingran's extremely calm voice: "Don't get married." Me and Beibei are fine now. ”

There was no hesitation in his words, this is what he really thinks in his heart, he and Nanbei are not suitable for marriage.