For an afternoon, Song Han kept refreshing the news of Pingcheng, which was full of trivial things, and there was nothing he wanted to see.

He cleaned up his mood, didn't bother to pay attention to it, and slept directly, and in the evening Song Yuanhao came back early, looking at Song Han's lazy appearance, he scolded a few words angrily. Song Han also took the wind in his ears.

Su Wei didn't go home at the company, and Song Yuanhao cooked by himself in the evening, stir-fried a chili pepper fried meat, a broccoli, and a tomato and egg soup. took out a pack of finished peanuts, and the father and son gathered four dishes and sat down at a table to drink.

Song Han drank a small amount of wine, he drank two small glasses of Song Yuanhao, and the father and son opened the topic with a few glasses of wine, Song Dad first analyzed the incident in Pingcheng for him, but said that Song Han made his own decisions and was a little reckless, but he had already helped to finish the follow-up things, but he didn't say how to get it.

However, his overall meaning is to say that in the future, Song Han should not be involved in the affairs of Pingcheng, and his son Song Yuanhao is not bullied if he wants to be bullied, he will do the rest of the things, Song Han was moved by a mess, and gave his father a drink. It's the end of the matter.

Song Yuanhao said the second thing, that is, in the University of Science and Technology, study hard, and the school personally supervised by the official No. 1 leader will definitely have a future in the future.

It turned out that in the past six months, several Xiuzhen relics have been opened around the world, and the country deeply feels that only grasping science and technology may not work in the future, so there is the emergence of the University of Science and Technology. It is also said that the mysterious principal is a cultivator, and he is still the worship of the state.

Song Han listened carefully to these internal information, he was very shocked, and he asked his father again, since the True Martial Arts Academy is a cultivation of true martial arts, what kind of reputation can the 'Academy of Sciences' have.

Song Yuanhao smiled and said: "You kid is too young, you don't know the power of science and technology at all, why are so many cultivators honest in front of the country, to put it bluntly, we have powerful technology, how powerful it is, you will naturally know it in the future, and it is useless to say it to you now."

Dele asked in vain, Song Han buried his head in eating, Song Yuanhao estimated that he also discouraged his son's enthusiasm, and told him some simple stories of the latest technology with a smile, Song Han was very yearning for it, and he said excitedly: "If there are such powerful things, what kind of martial arts are we so tired of, and we will destroy the enemy dozens of kilometers away."

Song Yuanhao was very disapproving, and said: "What if it is a cultivator with a high-tech weapon?"

Song Han thinks about it, it makes sense, he is already very powerful, if he is armed to the teeth, what kind of concept is it.

Talking about gossip, Song Yuanhao drank a glass of wine and said solemnly: "Calling you back tonight is the most important thing to say."

Song Han hurriedly listened to it, and Song Yuanhao told me that it turned out that the family's five-year exam had arrived, and several old men asked children under 20 to go back to take the exam.

Song Han naturally knew what it meant when he said this, he had grown up in the village since he was a child, and he had already seen two exams, but he didn't expect it to be his turn so soon, and he was very excited to ask his father what was the benefit of the exam?

Song Yuanhao was a little embarrassed to educate his son, saying that his kung fu was passable, this time he had to pass the test no matter what, don't learn from him, he didn't pass twice, and in the end he could only come out to work hard, and he couldn't inherit the things of his ancestors.

Saying this, Song Han felt that he was under a lot of pressure, and he was a little weak to ensure that he tried to pass the test, and then asked him what to do about school affairs.

Song Yuanhao glared at his son and said that he would naturally help him ask for leave and let him go home in three days, and the exam would be five days later.

The father and son ended the dinner and the conversation, and the next day Song Han went to the school to say goodbye to the three people in the dormitory, and by the way, he also met Mao Qianqian and said that he would continue to ask for leave. Mao Qianqian had already received a notice from the academy when she went to work, and successfully let Song Han go back.

After packing a big schoolbag, Song Han went to the mall again and brought some specialties from the provincial capital home.

Song Han, who returned to Pingcheng, carried a large black schoolbag on his back and walked slowly on the path to the mountain top village. Although he was sweating profusely, the closer he got to the entrance of the village, the more he smiled heartily. A pair of eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

When I saw a white building in the distance, a group of more than ten children aged seven or eight also gathered around. Song Han's eyes were exceptionally bright when he saw a group of children. The white teeth of the laughing mouth were exposed.

Stretched out his hand and tore off the big black schoolbag, took out a lot of small candies and chocolates, and divided them one by one.

The children took the snacks and said thank you, Brother Han, and ran to the village to show off while eating, and at the same time called for more children to receive gifts.

Song Han is not a little impatient, as long as the children he sees are all snacks, this is also his habit in recent years, as long as he comes back from winter and summer vacations, he always brings a large bag of snacks to share with the children, so his popularity is also exceptionally good.

When he returned to his house, he found that he had not lived in his house for half a year, and he was still very clean, and he took a few items to report to the three grandfathers.

In the grandfather's house, he met the three old men and the uncle Song Yuanrong as he wished. Knowing that the eldest grandfather loves to smoke, Song Han gave the eldest grandfather Song Changsi a white jade pipe, the second grandfather Song Changhai's eyes were not very good, he gave him a pair of golden crystal eyes, and the third grandfather Song Changan had bad legs, so Song Han specially ordered the latest alloy steel cane from Sichuan Tangmen.

The three old men couldn't close their mouths when they got the gifts, and praised Xiaohan for growing up, and every time he came back, he wanted to bring something, Song Han smiled reservedly and said that he was back to participate in the big competition.

The second old man smiled and said that he would wait for three days for the family to start the five-year event, and agreed with a smile, said goodbye to the three old men and went back, and was called over by the second grandfather as soon as he entered the door.

As soon as he entered the door, the old man smiled and took out a small brocade box and handed it to Song Han, saying that it was a return gift, Song Han was embarrassed to ask for it, and said that it was right for his grandson to honor his grandfather.

The old man stuffed the small brocade box into Song Han's hand, and smiled more and more happily. Song Han also smiled and grabbed his hair, looking at the funny appearance of the old man with sunglasses, how he looked like the elderly version of "Hao Shaowen" in "Chinese Star".

There was a sense of joy in every expression. In the end, he was embarrassed to excuse himself and took it. At the signal of the second grandfather, he opened it and saw that it was a pair of 'Heavenly Silk' gloves, in this era without aura, Song Han really didn't know how the old man got it.

Feeling that Song Han was more and more embarrassed to ask for the precious, the grandfather and grandson refused, and in the end, Song Han was defeated and solemnly put away the small brocade box.