The clock in the house rang six times, Murong knew that it was already six o'clock in the evening, and straightened the bow tie that was about to be strangled to his neck in the mirror, this outfit was indeed very handsome, but Murong always felt a little uncomfortable.

Murong came to the restaurant according to Uncle Wu's arrangement, he had seen this place when he first came, so he naturally remembered it, so he didn't let Uncle Wu lead the way.

Grandpa had already sat down in the main seat, and when he saw Murong in a formal suit coming, his eyes lit up at first, but he suddenly frowned again and motioned for Murong to sit beside him.

After Murong sat down, his grandfather sighed. Murong had been watching him all the time, and naturally caught that his grandfather seemed a little unhappy. "What's the matter, grandpa, is there anything wrong with my clothes?" Murong asked.

"Silly boy, the clothes are very good, and you look much more noble now than when you first came..."The old man shook his head, "You really resemble the two of them, too similar." It turned out that the old man was thinking of his daughter again.

"I believe that my parents should still be alive, and one day I will find them, grandpa, believe me..."

"Well... Good... I also believe that Tongtong is fine. The old man held Murong's hand tightly. "By the way, Murong, is your name your grandfather based on the name tag?

After all, Murong is a surname, and just calling it a surname still feels a little awkward.

"No, grandpa" Murong took out the name tag he had always carried with him from his pocket, a golden name tag that he carried with him wherever he went.

The brand is only the size of a cigarette box but extremely exquisite, it was specially made by the gold store when the old man had just had a daughter, because there was no good name at that time, so it just had a surname.

"It's this brand, the gift I gave to your mother... Now in your hands, it can be regarded as a kind of inheritance..."The old man looked at the name brand in Murong's hand and instantly burst into tears.

"Grandpa, what are my parents' names... I still don't know. ”

"Your mother's name is Murong Xingtong, and the star takes the name of the bright stars, and the word Tong is a minor tune that I like very much, Xiao Yatong bow"

Xiao Ya Tong Bow

Xianqin: Anonymous

Tong bow and bow, and hide it. I have a guest, and the center is grateful. The bells and drums are set up, and they are once feasted.

Tong bow and bow, by the word. I have a guest, and the center is happy. The bells and drums are set up, one facing the right.

Tong bow and, by the words. I have guests, and the center is good. The bells and drums are set up, and they are rewarded once.

Listening to his grandfather slowly reciting this ancient poem, combined with the appearance of his mother in the photo he had seen, Murong was even more determined to find her.

"And what about my father..."

Seeing that his grandfather shook his head, Murong thought that the old man was still very resistant to his father, and just wanted to continue asking. The old man said slowly, "I don't know, I also checked for a long, long time, and found that this person seemed to be born out of thin air, I used a lot of connections at that time, and I didn't find the slightest information about him." Otherwise, why did your grandmother and I object so much to the two of them being together? We are not stubborn people, even if her future husband is poor or ugly, but we are a person who does not know the roots, so how can we trust him to hand over the daughter we have raised for more than 20 years..."

Murong frowned, it seems that what Ying Lao said is indeed exactly what he said, and he hit the nail on the head. There should be a high probability that they are now in another plane, and it is very likely that the father is from another plane.

"Grandpa, as long as they are still in personnel, we must have a way to find them. Murong comforted.

"It's okay, it's okay," the old man waved his hand, "At least, grandpa has found you now, I'm really very happy, you know Murong, after working hard for so many years, I have found that there is nothing more important than family harmony, and you are now my hope to continue living." Grandpa's eyes were much brighter, and the old man had really longed for this moment for too long.

"By the way, Grandpa, who is the guest we are waiting for today?" Murong changed the topic very smartly, he was not the same as before, and the sad emotions that had permeated him for too long.

"Oh, haha, an old friend of mine, his surname is Han, you can call him Grandpa Han in a while, he is..."

A bodyguard at the door came over and said respectfully to the old man, "Master, it's Mr. Han who is here." The old man nodded, motioned to the bodyguard to open the door, and then said to Murong with a smile, "Child, don't be restrained, the two of us have known each other for decades, and we can be regarded as friends of life and death, relax, you see, the bow tie is up to the neck." ”

Murong blushed and hurriedly tidied up again. Then he stood up and waited for the guests to arrive.

A hearty laugh came in with the sound of footsteps, Murong looked up at the person who came, his hair was a lot grayer, his age seemed to be similar to his grandfather, his height was about the same as his own, and he should be one meter eighty-five, but his body was fat, he should be at least two hundred and sixty or seventy pounds, and he looked like a person who was very easy to get along with and had a hearty personality.

Murong has no father or mother since he was a child, and his family is also very poor, so he has to learn to observe words and emotions since he was a child, and the frequent bullying of people in the village is even more commonplace, so this instinct to observe people is a little better than ordinary people because of the experience of life.

"This should be the Grandpa Han that my grandfather said," Murong thought to himself. Suddenly, a fresh fragrance came, Murong only felt that this fragrance was very familiar, it turned out that Grandpa Han was followed by a girl, because of Grandpa Han's figure, it was tightly covered. Murong looked at the girl carefully and suddenly laughed.

"It's you, you... Why are you here?" Before Murong could speak, the girl exclaimed.

That's right, the girl in front of me is actually the nurse who took care of herself in the hospital...

"This Nima... TV series..."Murong only felt that this world could be so small, and at the same time he was thinking about the identity of the girl.

"Brother Zhenhua, I heard that you have something to say, I directly pushed the matter from the island country, and flew back immediately, you have to be reimbursed, it's precious!haha..." Grandpa Han's voice was like a bell, but it always sounded a little happy. "you, you're a private jet, and you don't have to buy a ticket. ”

"It's just that I feel distressed when I use my own things!"

"Do you care about this money with a net worth of billions?"

"I care!"

"Okay, okay, don't make trouble, sit down," the old man motioned for everyone to sit down.

"Hello Grandpa Han. Murong nodded slightly, and gestured to the cute old man in front of him.

"Hmm, why is this little guy so similar to Xingtong?!"