I will die early and cannon fodder. I will enjoy great blessings after marrying a sick man.

While they were coaxing, Song Sinan and others stood up and blocked Song Yi's table, and said plausibly: "Children, don't look at anything inappropriate!"

Grandpa Song took the document bag and said with a smile: "These external things are gone when they are gone. The most important thing is that we are together as a family, but I am still touched by you being able to have such a heart, old man."

With that said, Grandpa Song glanced at Song Yunzhong with disgust and said to Miao Jinxiu: "Song Yunzhong's greatest luck in his life is meeting you."

Grandma Song also strongly agreed with this. If it weren't for Miao Jinxiu, her youngest son might have no children in his life.

"The luckiest thing in my life is meeting him." After saying that, Miao Jinxiu glanced at Song Yunzhong with a blushing face.

Seeing the blush on Miao Jinxiu's cheeks quickly, Song Manman covered her lips and smiled. Outside, her aunt was a resolute, cool and domineering female CEO, but when she came to her brother-in-law, she became a soft and sweet wife. , the difference is really big.

After Song Yunzhong finished speaking, Song Hongqi stood up, drank the wine in the cup, and said, "Dad, today is your eightieth birthday. You shouldn't say some heavy words, but there are some words that I have been keeping in my heart for a long time."

"Dad, I have never felt that you were partial. When I was a child, I was sick and the doctor in the village couldn't cure me. You carried me for more than ten miles at night. Later, when I was admitted to college, you were afraid that I would spend my time outside. No, you come to see me from time to time... In my heart, you are my biological father. "

"I have never cared about the property left by the ancestors of the Song family. You didn't give me a share. I understand. Dad, I just hope that I will always be your son, not Song Fei's son, but Song Yangmiao's son." ”

He didn't want to be the son of Song Fei, the richest man in Linshi, nor did he want to inherit any of the Song family's gold and silver jewelry. He just wanted to be the third son of Song Yangmiao, the old man from Xianniu Village, Nanshi.

"Hongqi, you... will always... be my son." Hearing Song Hongqi's words, Grandpa Song burst into tears at this moment.

He believed that he had no right to distribute the property left by the ancestors of the Song family to Song Hongqi, who was not a descendant of the Song family, but his own money would definitely be divided equally among his children when he grew old.

"Dad, Hongqi... has always wanted to apologize to you, because... on this big day, I won't mention the person who made everyone unhappy." Looking at Song Hongqi, he wished With eyes filled with distress, he explained to Grandpa Song.

Grandma Song stood up, walked to Zhu Shuang, held her hand and patted her twice, and said: "Good child, we have never blamed anyone. We will always be your parents, and Hongqi will always be our son." "We have no right to share the property left by the ancestors of the Song family with you, but the money your father and I earned will be shared equally with you in the future."

Grandma Song means what she says sincerely. Although she and Grandpa Song have not gone out to work in these years, they have invested some money with their old friends, and now they are paying off quite a bit.

She and the old man had already discussed this amount of money, and they would divide it equally among their children a hundred years later.

Song Hongqi shook her head and said: "Mom, I don't want your money. We are all in our forties or fifties, and we all have skills. We can make money ourselves. I'm just afraid that you won't want me... ..Afraid that I will lose my home.”

Although he would go back to the courtyard to visit his family every now and then, he always felt ashamed of the rest of the family because of his eldest daughter-in-law's affairs.

Invisibly, he always felt that he was drifting away from the rest of his family. Even though his wife often comforted him, he could not help but feel panic in his heart. He was afraid... afraid that he would lose his home.

He likes the Song family, and he likes that he is a member of the Song family. That is where he feels most at ease, at ease, and at ease.

At home, he could hear the laughter of his nephews, nieces, and children, and the tireless nagging of his parents.

Rather than an empty shell without any fireworks...

But since the incident with his eldest daughter-in-law, he felt ashamed of others and did not dare to live with other people in the family, so he had to move out.

After moving out, although he still missed his family, he gradually became a little stranger because of no contact for a long time.

But this time Shen Yanqing invited him over, saying that he wanted to reunite the family, so he knew that he was still a member of the Song family. In the eyes of these children, he had not changed. He was still their third uncle.

"No, you will always have a home while we are here." Grandma Song comforted her as she patted Song Hongqi on the shoulder.

"That's right, what nonsense are you talking about? We're not home yet, and your dad is still standing here!" With a slight snort, Grandpa Song glanced at Song Hongqi and said with a rare swear word.

Hearing what Grandma Song and Grandpa Song said, Song Hongqi burst into tears and smiled. She glanced gratefully in the direction of Shen Yanqing, but thinking about Shen Yanqing's arrangement, she quickly turned her head away.

Without Shen Yanqing's invitation this time, it would have been difficult for him to express his thoughts to his family, and he might have become further and further away from his family. Therefore, Song Hongqi really wanted to deal with Shen Yanqing, his niece-in-law. The more I look at it, the more pleasing it is to my eyes.

But I don't like it very much, after all, he kidnapped his little niece!

Seeing that Song Hongqi had relieved the heavy burden in his heart, Zhu Shuang took his hand and squeezed it, as if giving him strength.

Song Hongqi glanced at Zhu Shuang with a smile in her eyes, and quietly held Zhu Shuang's hand back.

They have been married for many years, and they understand each other better than themselves.

"Oops, I almost forgot, this is the gift we prepared for dad." With that, Zhu Shuang stepped forward and took out a small box and handed it to Grandpa Song, and then said: "But dad is not the only one who has it, here are some of you The younger one has done it too, and I’ll bring it to you later.”

Grandpa Song opened the box, and inside was a delicate ceramic doll.

It is the appearance of Grandpa Song, and it is made very lifelike. It is not exactly the same as Grandpa Song, but it is also a bit like a god.

Song Shi came up to take a look, hung it around Song Hongqi's neck, and said coquettishly: "Third uncle, you never told me when you did it."

"I told you it was not a surprise. Yours is also very beautiful. It was made by your third aunt." Song Hongqi said proudly after flicking Song Shi's forehead.

Song Yunzhong glanced at Song Hongqi and Zhu Shuang with envy, and said bitterly: "It's better for the third brother. Now I go sightseeing with my third sister-in-law. It's not like me. I have to work hard. My wife is also busy with work. Don't worry." It’s a bit difficult for two people to go out for sightseeing together!”