Xia Xin and Jiang Yun established a relationship, but it did not affect their normal work, but made it easier for the small company to operate, and the two of them cooperated handy.

"Xia Xin! How's the preparation? ”

"What do you say is about returning to the hometown to worship ancestors, or about the contract?" Xia Xin didn't look up, and continued to bury her head in the documents in her hand.

"It's a bit of both."

"The matter of returning to the hometown to worship the ancestors has been arranged, all the things are ready, and there are some necessary things, I will buy them after returning to my hometown, about the contract, I went to Ashin and I this morning, and their company's requirements are getting more and more excessive, and they said that we need to let us make two more points on this basis." Xia Xin kept crackling on the computer in her hand.

"And how did you answer him?" Jiang Yun leaned on the boss's chair with Erlang's legs crossed, looking particularly leisurely when he turned around, which became a stark contrast to Xia Xin.

"I told him that time is more valuable than money, and since we can't meet his requirements, I hope he won't waste time on our company, and we might be better suited to be friends."

"Beautiful! I said that the eldest sister, you are not afraid, he really does not cooperate with us, after all, this order is not small. Jiang Yun asked rhetorically.

"You get what you pay for, I don't dare to say that we are the cheapest, but I can't say about the quality? I dare to pack a ticket, he sees our quality, he will not choose anything else. Xia Xin replied that he was confident, as if his clients would definitely come back to her.

Jiang Yun smiled and said nothing, he knew Xia Xin's style of doing things very well, she never fought unprepared battles, but if she could do this, she must have her certainty.

Jiang Yun's phone rang, Jiang Yun picked up the phone and smiled without saying a word, then just hung up the phone with a simple hum, and then stood up and walked to Xia Xin's side.

"Oh, you go away a little bit, it's getting in the way of my work." Xia Xin pushed Jiang Yun.

Who knew that Jiang Yun took advantage of the situation to pull Xia Xin up and put her in his arms, hugging Xia Xin's small waist tightly and refusing to let go, the action was ambiguous.

"What are you doing? This is in the company. Xia Xin patted Jiang Yun's chest.

"Why do you say I'm such a bastard, if I had confessed to you earlier, maybe my company would have been booming, do you know whose phone call was just now?" Jiang Yun kissed Xia Xin.

"I don't know whose it is, let go!"

"It's just that you went this morning and he agreed, and sure enough, you calculated accurately." Jiang Yun loves Xia Xin very much.

"Okay, okay, don't say anything nice, you hurry up and help me send it to me to finish this account, tomorrow I will go back to my hometown with you to worship my ancestors, it will be a few days to leave, and I don't worry about handing over this matter to others." Xia Xin kissed Jiang Yun, and Jiang Yun let go of Xia Xin.

Sitting on the plane, Xia Xin's mind was full of the centenarian, not surprised or curious because he was over 100 years old, Xia Xin's mind was full of the looming painting.

Jiang Yun's mother is a native of Anhui, and now the development of the countryside in Anhui is also very good, with black tiles and white walls, and the Hui style buildings are particularly beautiful.

It's different here from the city, the air is sober, the humanity is very simple, the villagers are very simple, and they will say hello when they see Jiang Yun's mother.

Following a stream, accompanied by the dew on the grass, Jiang Yun and the others soon arrived in front of the ancestral house.

Xia Xin looked at the building in front of her in shock, the whole person was stupid, although this building has been renovated and painted, but Xia Xin knows this pattern, Xia Xin has a deep memory, and the two big characters in front of the door confirm her idea even more - Song House.

"What are you doing? Come in! Jiang Yun saw Xia Xin standing at the door dumbfounded.

Xia Xin came back to her senses in a panic, and when she crossed the old house in the new room, that familiar smell came to her face.

"Ancestor! I am back! We're back to see you! ”

Directly across from the gate was the hall of the meeting room, where their so-called ancestors were sitting peacefully in rocking chairs.

"Ah, I hear you!" This old man did not look like a centenarian at all, his body was very strong, and he was very quick to get up when he heard someone come in.

Xia Xin looked around, the position of the furniture had not changed much, this was the Song family, her memory and Song Bingyao's home.

"Ahh Jiang Yun is also back? Listen to your mom on the phone, you've found a girlfriend? Did you bring it back? You know, I'm over 100 years old, and if you don't bring it back this time, I won't be able to see it next time. The old man said as he picked up his teacup.

"Bring it back, Xia Xin! Come here! Xia Xin was still in a trance, and was pulled over by Jiang Yun.

"What's your name?" The old man suddenly turned around like an electric shock.

Xia Xin finally saw the painting, Xia Xin couldn't take her eyes off it, stared at the painting, and unconsciously walked forward slowly.

On the painting, there are not only Shangguan Yuxiu, but also Song Bingyao, Xia Xin's eyes flashed with tears.

"What's your name?" The old man grabbed Xia Xin, and his old body couldn't stop trembling.

"Xia Xin! My name is Xia Xin! Xia Xin's two lines of tears burst out of her eyes.

"You, you, you, really, really, called Xia Xin?" The old man grabbed Xia Xin with trembling hands.

"What's wrong? What's the situation?" Jiang Yun was afraid that the old man would hurt Xia Xin, so he stepped forward to support the old man and separated them.

"You, you remember, don't you?" The old man trembled and pointed at Xia Xin.

Xia Xin didn't say a word at the moment, and almost fainted from crying! She didn't expect it to be true, and she didn't expect to meet in such a situation.

"What's going on?" Jiang Yun asked Xia Xin instead.

"He, he is, Song Bingyao!" Xia Xin choked and said.

"What did you say?" I don't know if it's because Xia Xin's voice was choked or if Jiang Yun really didn't hear it.

"Yes, this, this is the ancestor of our Song family, his name is Song Bingyao!" The old man's eyes were full of tears, and his body trembled.

The family was afraid that something would happen to the old man, so they asked Xia Xin and the old man to calm down before continuing to ask.

"You come with me." The old man's mood stabilized, and the old man took Xia Xin's hand, walked out of the hall, and walked to the back of the house.

The old man took a bunch of keys and opened them tremblingly, looking at the dust on the lock, which had not been opened for a long time.

As soon as she opened the door, the dust was blowing on her face, some people couldn't open their eyes, Xia Xin stepped into the room, the furniture in the room was covered with cloth, the old man tore off two large pieces of cloth, and two clothes were revealed.

Xia Xin stepped forward and stretched out her hand to touch it, Xia Xin's two lines of tears have never been broken, all of them are real, they are really true.

"What the hell is going on? It turns out that the Song Bingyao you keep calling is actually my mother's ancestor? You...... Who the hell is it?" Jiang Yun asked a lot of questions.

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