That's not true~

Song Yi: "I didn't beat you, it's already good!" ”

Fang Jizong was a little persuaded, and was just about to stand up and go out, when he came back to his senses.

"I didn't do anything wrong, why did she hit me?"

Song Yi: "You're not wrong, why did she say you?" ”

Fang Jizong: "She said me inexplicably, does it make sense?" ”

Song Yi said without changing his face: "Your mother always has her reason!" ”

Fang Jizong squinted at his father: What kind of father is this?

He must have been a gas bag when he was a kid!

After eating, she went on to look at what she had recovered.

Ten years ago, the night pearl of the meteorite slipped out of her hand, and now it is back.

Although it is not the same one, the previous one is a little smaller, and it is not as translucent as the current one.

Wipe the sealing wax clean and set aside.

Then look at the photos.

The photo is not taken by a beautiful countryman, but by a Xia country.

It's not modern, it's many years ago, and it looks like the Republic of China period.

Song Yi was also watching from the sidelines, and he picked out a wedding photo from it.

The men were wearing suits and the women were wearing wedding dresses, which were very Western-style wedding photos, and at that time, it should have been very fashionable.

"Ah Tang, this photo is very similar to when we took it!" Song Yi's voice was soft and nostalgic.

She took a look, where is it like?

When she was pressed by her grandfather to take a photo, she was not prepared at all and went in men's clothes.

The owner of the photo studio, looking at them as if he was a psychopath, looked at them.

What annoyed her the most was that Song Yi also ran to tell the boss that the shooting would look better.

The boss replied to him, and she can still remember it clearly.

"Take pictures and take pictures, take pictures are like, if you don't look like it, I'm going to smash my job if I take pictures!"

At that time, she scolded the boss and said: "Who comes to you without taking pictures, you look like Wang Xifeng, let you shoot as Pan Jinlian, can you say that your skills are not good?" ”

When the owner of the photo studio took a picture of them, the big white eyes were going to roll over the top of their heads.

Fang Jizong was on the side, and when he heard Song Yi's words, he immediately saw the stitches.

"Father, why don't you let me see my mother's picture?"

Song Yi pressed his hand on Fang Jizong's head and pushed it towards the door.

"It's too late, you go to bed!"

Fang Jizong was pushed and turned his head to glare angrily.

Song Yi looked over.

Fang Jizong hurriedly turned his head to look at Fang Zongtang: "Mother, what about your wedding photo with your father?" I want to see it. ”

Fang Zongtang raised his head: "Who told you that we have a wedding photo?" ”

Fang Jizong immediately put on an expression of disbelief, pointed at Song Yi and said, "Father said it just now." ”

She laughed: "He said, you want it from him." I don't have it anyway. ”

Fang Jizong was angry again.

Isn't it just a photo? Why are these two people hiding and not letting him see it?

"I'm going to sleep!" Fang Jizong turned his head and left!

Song Yi put down the photo and said, "This old man should be a photographer." ”

She put away the photos carefully, these photos are all witnesses to history, I don't know if there is fate one day and they can be seen by their descendants, put them away carefully, and when I go back, I will exchange antiques with Lin Wenyou!

"It's also possible that he was an alcoholic, and these things were stolen from photographers." She picked up the bottle and shook it.

Song Yi picked up the cap of the wine bottle and didn't buckle it.

It's big.

It's not on a bottle yet.

The wine bottle was nothing special, there was paper stuffed in it, and she was curious about what was written.

"Don't want the bottle, take out the paper!"

(End of chapter)