There are always a lot of things in life that backfire, like this one.

Song Yiyang drove the car back to his home in the southern foothills of Nancheng, and as soon as he entered the gate, Song Ziyan asked to get out of the car, so he ran to his small attic with his luggage.

Song Yiyang thought that it was Song Ziyan who was finished, so he swaggered to the main courtyard.

There was an old man with gray temples but quite energetic sitting in the living room, as soon as he heard the sound of the door opening, he hurriedly stood up and walked to the door, and when he saw that the person who came in was Song Yiyang, he walked back and sat down.

Well? What's the situation?

Song Yiyang changed his shoes and walked in to look at the old man who didn't even leave him the afterglow, and was watching TV intently, touching his own heart, and said exaggeratedly: "Grandpa, are you disappointed to see that I am the only one?" ”

The old man looked disgusted: "If you are sick, go take medicine, what are you doing with yin and yang!" And the people you pick up? ”

The yin and yang weird Song Yiyang: "The person who was picked up was instigated!" I hid in my own little attic. ”

"I'll go see my good grandson myself!" The old man stood up and was about to bypass Song Yiyang, who was next to the sofa, to see Song Ziyan, when a man in a dark gray suit, with cold eyebrows and eyes, and a face very similar to Song Ziyan but not losing his masculinity, walked down the stairs to the living room.

"Grandpa doesn't have to go over, just ask Yiyang to call my little sister over, it just so happens that I also have something to talk to her." The man helped the old man to sit on the sofa, turned his head and motioned for Song Yiyang to go to Song Ziyan in person.

The person who came down from the upper floor was Song Ziyan's eldest brother Yin Xie (xie, four sounds) Yi, and he was also the current person in charge of the Yin family.

As soon as Song Yiyang heard that the eldest brother used "talk to her", there should be nothing to do with him, so he happily walked to the small attic where Song Ziyan lived like a fool.

There is a small garden outside the small attic where Song Ziyan lives, and there are originally a lot of flowers and plants in it, but later, according to Song Ziyan's meaning, all of them were replanted into beckoning trees, and a yard was green.

As a love master with a very short window period, Song Yiyang rarely went to Song Ziyan's courtyard, thinking that the implication was not good, but this time he went to Song Ziyan's courtyard with unconcealed joy, mainly because he felt that Song Ziyan was going to be unlucky.

Sure enough, when Song Yiyang brought Song Ziyan to the main courtyard, Yin Xieyi was already sitting on the sofa waiting for Song Ziyan.

Song Ziyan thought that the fact that he was hiding from his eldest brother and running to be a trainee was exposed, and the villain in his heart kept singing Liangliang, and said that it was no wonder that the eldest brother didn't bubble in the group after just asking for two or three days, it turned out that he was exposed, and tonight was another sleepless night of wits and courage.

As soon as the old man saw Song Ziyan, his eyes were full of love: "Yo! Grandpa's baby cigarette came back, didn't he take the initiative to find grandpa? ”

As soon as Song Ziyan heard the old man's complaint with a little emotion, he knocked out the villain who was singing in his heart, walked over quickly, and hugged the old man: "Grandpa, I miss you so much, why did you come over today?" ”

Old Man Yin hugged Song Ziyan and whispered in her ear: "Your second sister said that you were in trouble and asked me to come to the rescue, so I came by myself a few days ago." ”

"Hee-hee, grandpa is so nice."

Song Yiyang looked at this scene, and couldn't help but start complaining: "Grandpa seems to have only one grandson, my little sister, and he doesn't look at me who is handsome and witty." ”

"When you were a child, you didn't want to live with us, who is to blame?"

Song Yiyang was helpless: Yes, yes, blame me, blame me.