This weekend, Li Shengwei still didn't come back, Na Chunxiao took the chestnuts directly to Zhang's house, planning to stay at Zhang's house until the evening and then go back to school directly.

Chestnut obediently slept in the corner of the study, and the old man instructed Na Chunxiao and Zhang Qingyi to write.

"Smack", the ring ruler hit Zhang Qingyi's head, "How many times have you said it, don't get distracted." ”

Zhang Qingyi's eyes were red, this was already the fourth foot she had received today.

Turning his head to look at Na Chunxiao, who was sitting at the next table, as if he hadn't heard any movement on their side, he was still immersed in writing.

"Hmph", she couldn't help but snort coldly, and when she saw the old man raise the ring ruler again, she hurriedly begged for mercy, "Grandpa, didn't I tell you earlier, I really have something to do today, and there are guests at home who are coming, which is very important." ”

"How important a guest can make you want to run out of the stool as soon as your butt touches the stool? Don't you want to leave until noon today! The old man said with no room to turn around.

Zhang Qingyi pouted, knowing that it was useless to say more, and lay on the table and wrote randomly.

Finally at noon, the grandmother of the Zhang family outside shouted "It's time to eat", Zhang Qingyi rushed out like a wolf, and the old man looked at the door where there was no figure in a blink of an eye, and shook his head helplessly.

"There is no qualitative at all, impetuous, too impetuous", the old man always said to Na Chunxiao before, "Impetuous people can't become great things", he was actually quite disappointed in Zhang Qingyi, but this disappointment also stemmed from great expectations.

Na Chunxiao didn't know what to say, and she didn't want the old man to be sad, so she showed the old man the words she had written, "Grandpa." Do you see my handwriting improving? ”

The old man took it and looked at it carefully, and he looked at it very slowly, almost word by word.

"Not bad. If you practice for another three years, you will become a great tool", the old man nodded with satisfaction, and said: "From next week, my grandfather will teach you to write calligraphy." ”

"I'm afraid it won't work next week," Chunxiao said with some embarrassment: "The final exam is coming soon, and there are activities to be organized in the class." I'm afraid I won't be able to come next week. ”

"That's it, it's okay, ...... in the future"

"Grandpa. There's a guest at home, would you like to see it? Before the old man finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhang Qingyi, whose face was flushed and his eyes were shining.

She stood in the doorway, a little embarrassed. The girl's shyness can't be concealed no matter what.

"Who's coming?" The old man frowned. It was very displeased that she had not politely interrupted him.

"Yes, it's Second Uncle Song and Second Aunt Song, and Brother Song......" Zhang Qingyi stammered.

It was the first time that Chunxiao saw the hearty and willful little princess in the past, and she felt interesting, and she was also interested in the Song couple and Brother Song who came to the Zhang family as guests.

"They," the old man said in a low voice, "since they are here, let's go and see them." Stay for lunch together. ”

Zhang Qingyi left happily, and the old man turned to Na Chunxiao and said, "The Song family is a famous medical family in Kyoto. One of the two most famous private hospitals in Kyoto, Jishi Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, is run by the Song family. ”

This Chunxiao knew this, and knew it before she was reborn, and the reason was very simple, those two hospitals were too famous.

Among them, Cihe Hospital is known for its Western medicine, while Jishi is a traditional Chinese medicine hospital that has been passed down for generations.

Thinking of this, she seemed to feel that something was wrong. The Song family, practicing medicine, how did she feel so familiar.

"The Song family is not bad, it's good to go out to see my grandfather, who hasn't had a headache and brain fever in his life, there is no harm in knowing a few more doctors." As he spoke, the old man turned and walked towards the door.

Na Chunxiao put the questions he hadn't figured out behind him, explained that the chestnut stayed in the study, and then followed the old man to the living room.

As soon as he entered, Chunxiao was attracted by the man who was talking with Zhang Qingyi with an impatient face.

No wonder, no wonder she felt familiar with the Song family who practiced medicine just now, Song Yang had told her earlier that except for him who was a soldier and his cousin Song Qingran, who was a teacher, everyone else was a doctor.

And the man who was pulled by Zhang Qingyi at this time was none other than Song Yang.

Just when she looked at Song Yang thinking about this, Song Yang felt her gaze, suddenly turned her head, and was stunned for a moment.

The last time they saw each other was a year ago, when he went to school to look for her. Later, I don't know what happened, he never went to Yuren High School again, but Song Qingran looked for her a few times during recess and sent her some review materials and the like.

In this way, they haven't seen each other for almost half a year. Now she is very different from before, her hair has grown, she has combed a ponytail softly, she is no longer wearing loose sportswear, and her skin is much fairer.

"What about Chunxiao?" Song Yang finally came to his senses, stood up suddenly, took two steps forward, seemed to think of something, and stopped. Scratching his head that was pressed by the hat with a circle, he said with a smile: "I guess I might run into you here, but I didn't expect to really run into you." ”

This revealed a lot of information, and there was no fool in the living room, everyone heard it.

"Brother Song, do you know that Chunxiao? How did you meet? Zhang Qingyi couldn't sit still, walked to Song Yang's side, and took Song Yang's arm.

It's a pity that Song Yang didn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, so he broke away from her hand, and took a step to the side, far away from her.

"Sit down and say, sit down and say, I'm also curious, how did you meet?" After greeting the old man and the Song couple, they sat on the main seat and looked at Na Chunxiao with interest, and pointed to the position beside him.

Na Chunxiao obediently sat beside the old man, and the Song couple glanced at each other, thinking about it, and the smile they showed to Na Chunxiao was much brighter.

"I followed Sheng Weige to the troops before, and I trained with Song Yang and them." Na Chunxiao smiled slightly and explained simply.

"That's quite fateful", Mother Song smiled gently, turned her head and asked the old man, "Old Zhang, whose child is this little girl, it's so cute, why haven't I seen it before." ”

The implicit question of this question is actually to inquire about the identity of Chunxiao from the side.

"Spring dawn is ......"

"She is the daughter of my savior", as soon as the old man spoke, he was interrupted by Song Yang, and with just this sentence, everyone in the living room was shocked except for Na Chunxiao.

That Chunxiao didn't want Song Yang to mention this matter, and when he wanted to stop it, it was too late, and he had already said it in a deep voice.

"I was injured and hospitalized for a period of time last year, and I may not know why Grandpa Zhang actually caused trouble in the army, and I didn't dare to face it for a while, so I hid with a little injury." His voice was deep, and his eyes were a little red, but his gaze always fell on Na Chunxiao's body. (To be continued......)

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