I envy Su Xuewen and Liu Mingxuan, the love story of scientists and educated youth.

After Su Wen's processing, the love story of the two is written unpretentiously, but it is romantic to the extreme, and there is no lack of high-IQ humor belonging to scientists. The love of the two of them is that Su Xuewen personally made a box for his newlywed wife when they got married.

Although the story was made up by Su Wen, the box bag was not.

Su Xuewen and Liu Mingxuan really did it themselves when they got married, and there are still them at home, and the structure of wood and cowhide is still well preserved over the years. At that time, the reason why such a bag was made was because there was a custom in Qingshui County that the woman would marry a box.

The box is mainly used to put the money in the box.

Liu Mingxuan was sent to Sanjiaying, and she no longer has contact with her mother's family, so naturally there will be no dowry box.

Su Xuewen was reluctant to wronged his daughter-in-law, so he made one by himself and secretly put the money in the box to give to his daughter-in-law.

made up for Liu Mingxuan's regrets.

According to Su Xuewen's aesthetics and taste, the box made is different from the traditional nature, better looking, more exquisite, and more compact and exquisite, plus the strap can be easily carried on the body, and the mahogany material with cowhide is very textured.

"It's so well written, it's so good. So you're going to use this bag as a staple? ”

"That's right, the positioning of the Su family is a precious love inheritance, this box can be passed on from mother to daughter, mother to daughter, husband to unmarried wife." Su Wen expounded her own philosophy.

"Have I seen the bags?"

"Nope." Su Wen shook her head, "You will be able to see it when it opens, although the bags are our main product, they are indeed sold in limited quantities." ”

As soon as the two of them talked about bags, they couldn't stop talking, and finally Zhou Hengyang personally shouted for breakfast.

***

Just when Zhou Hengyang and Su Wen were having breakfast, Song Zishan was called back to the old house by the old man of the Song family for the first time, and when she arrived, the old house was having breakfast, and her cousin Song Jingxian and her daughter Xiaoya who didn't know where to get it back were there.

Song Zishan and her cousin have an average relationship, the two are not at the same age, and there is a generation gap. When Song Zishan was sensible, Song Jingxian had already married.

So it's not very familiar.

For her cousin's daughter who came back from outside for some reason, Song Zishan hated it from the bottom of her heart.

Everyone knows that my cousin has not been pregnant for all these years of marriage, and this little girl is not biological at all, just a wild species.

is also worthy of changing his surname to Song.

I really don't know what my grandparents think, but I actually agreed to let the wild girl change her name to Song Xiaoya.

"Grandpa, I'm back." Song Zishan covered her thoughts, smiled and greeted the people present, "Cousin Jingxian, it's early for the little girl!" What is delicious to eat? Jajangmyeon is good, it's my favorite food. ”

"Has Zishan eaten it?" Song Jingxian greeted.

The old man of the Song family had a different attitude today than usual, with a solemn expression, which made Song Zishan feel uneasy subconsciously.

She's actually quite afraid of her grandparents.

"Haven't eaten yet."

"Then wash your hands and eat first."

"Okay."

Song Zishan secretly observed her grandfather, and after sitting down, she started to eat breakfast elegantly. I was excited about the release of a new book today, but I became nervous.

It doesn't seem like a good thing for grandpa to come back to her today.

And the little girl sitting next to Song Jingxian didn't speak, only occasionally talking to another little boy of about the same age, picking up vegetables.

After eating, the old man of the Song family put his hands behind his back and took Song Zishan to the annex where the guards lived.

"Look, is this your person?" The old man of the Song family is seventy years old this year, but he is still energetic and not angry.

Song Zishan's pupils shrank sharply when she saw the person lying on the ground, wasn't this the person she hinted at yesterday's Su Wen signing would create chaos?

How is it here in Grandpa?

Good night, Momoda.

(End of chapter)