Speaking of which, she had a good voice back then, and that was called fascinating all beings.

Mu Han had never heard him sing Peking Opera, purely because he didn't like to listen to it when he was young, couldn't appreciate it, and felt noisy.

Zhao Lan was a grandmother for the first time, and she was quite precious to her eldest grandson, so she never sang in front of Mu Han.

Later, when her eldest son died, she was not in the mood to sing for many years, and then her wife died, and she never sang Peking Opera again.

Several old people asked Zhao Lan to sing a song, so that they could also see and understand.

Zhao Lan said modestly: "I haven't sung for thirty years, if you don't sing well, don't laugh." ”

Mu Han smiled: "Just sing a few words, there is still business." ”

Zhao Lan knew that Mu Han was referring to the first meeting with Wen Xia, and it happened that her current body did not allow her to sing too much, so she sang two sentences.

As soon as her voice fell, everyone applauded and praised endlessly.

Zhao Lan's face was slightly hot, but she was actually quite panicked. She knows that she doesn't sing very well, after all, she is here for many years, and she is rusty if she doesn't sing for many years.

But everyone praised her, and she was very happy.

She remembered how many years she hadn't spent so easily with so many people.

There is no deceit, no interest entanglement, just for the sake of preference, to pass the time, it is really easy and happy.

Zhao Lan said enthusiastically: "It's not too early, just ......"

Mr. Wen only thought that Zhao Lan was going to chase away guests, although his heart was not a taste, his face was flat, he got up with a smile, and prepared to leave.

Mr. He has always been young, and he didn't think much about it, glanced at the time, and got up.

Zhao Lan continued: "Let's stay for lunch." ”

Everyone was stunned, and when they saw that Zhao Lan was sincere in staying guests, they all looked at Mu Han and Wen Xia.

Wen Xia didn't say anything when she smiled, she listened to Mu Han for everything.

Mu Han smiled: "Stay, I'll cook." ”

Zhao Lan was sour again, the first time she ate the food cooked by her grandson, she actually had to touch the light of Wen Xia's maternal relatives.

But seeing a group of people so happy, she was embarrassed to have a seizure.

There was still more than an hour before lunch, and several old people talked about their hobbies in the gazebo, and after a long conversation, they started playing mahjong again.

Mrs. Wen likes to plant flowers and grass, but she also likes to play mahjong. Mrs. He loves travel and fitness, but mahjong is also her hobby. Although Mr. Wen doesn't love this very much, his wife likes it, and he will, and he is willing to match when there is a shortage of manpower.

Zhao Lan can play mahjong, but she is tired of playing.

At that time, playing mahjong, where was playing mahjong, it was clear that business blew each other, inquired about each other, and each had its own purpose.

Lost and won, and she was not happy, most of the time she let her.

Watching them play mahjong, they can quarrel over a card, and they seem to be about to play, but Zhao Lan feels more real.

Relax your mood, let go of your temperament, and pass the time happily, this is called entertainment.

Mr. Wen saw that Zhao Lan was watching the game very seriously, so he excused himself to go to the toilet and asked Zhao Lan to help play two games.

Zhao Lan said modestly: "I won't, I haven't played it for too long." ”

"It's okay, if you lose, it's mine." Mr. Wen said and ran away.

Mother Zhang knew Zhao Lan best, and immediately helped her to sit down: "I can't do it with Doctor Li, so you can't wait, madam, you will have a hand." ”

"It's just that, with a hand, we're going to eat later, and it's rare for us to get enough people."

So, Zhao Lan reluctantly sat down and played mahjong, which she hadn't played for more than 20 years, until Mu Han came to call for dinner, and she found that Mr. Wen was gone.

She was a little embarrassed, but Mr. Wen said, "I saw that you played well just now, and my hands were itchy for a while, so I went to the study to write the sub-words." If you don't dislike it, I'll give it to you. ”