Mr. Song heard that Song Yuchuan would come to Beijing University to study next year, so he worked non-stop to decorate the house and bought a lot of things he thought Song Yuchuan would like.

There is not a penny left from the monthly pension, and it is all used to buy gifts.

I stopped playing chess and drank tea. I got up early every day, and after breakfast, I took Wang Gang out. When I came back, I was sure to have big and small bags in my hands.

I have a good relationship with Mr. Song, but every time I come to play chess with him, I always come up empty handed.

Neighbors saw Mr. Song addicted to shopping and worried that he had been cheated.

Who is a normal person who goes out to buy things every day?

If you have money, you can't spend it like this, okay?

When I ran to remind him, Mr. Song said very mysteriously that he had not been deceived and was very clear-headed. What he bought was what he needed.

Everyone became even more curious and couldn't figure out what kind of medicine Mr. Song was selling in his gourd.

He used to hold a high position, and his life after retirement was very simple. He did three things every day, including walking with his friends, playing chess and drinking tea.

Fortunately, now, friends come to the door, but they can't see others at all.

Mr. Song is either shopping or on his way to buy something.

He had the same thought as Song Xingguo. He had not seen Song Yuchuan for more than twenty years, and he always felt that he was in great debt and wanted to do his best to make up for it.

Song Xingguo shook his head like a rattle, "No, you can only put one box in at most. If you bring too many, you can't fit them in. Mine are all must-haves."

One box?

Who doesn’t pack a big bag to meet their child? I wish I could move the whole family there. How can I bring just one suitcase?

Thanks to his words.

The key is that he can bring more things with him.

Mr. Song looked at him angrily and said nothing.

Song Xingguo was also silent. The father and son glared at each other, refusing to give way to anyone.

If things were normal, Song Xingguo would definitely give in. After all, he was his father. What else could he do if he didn't give in?

This time it involved his son, and he couldn't let it go.

The atmosphere was so deadlocked.

Wang Gang came out to smooth things over, "Why don't you drive that Jeep and find a big truck? That way, it doesn't matter who brings how much stuff."

Song Xingguo's eyes lit up. Otherwise, ginger is still hotter when he is old.

"Okay, that's it."

Mr. Song also readily agreed.

They both went back to their rooms to get the things they had prepared.

Song Xingguo packed two large boxes and kept taking them out.

Mr. Song was even more exaggerated. He used all the boxes that could be used at home, six large boxes and two small boxes, but nothing could be packed in them.

"I remember there are several baskets containing apples in the warehouse. Pour out the apples and bring me the baskets."

Wang Gang was speechless, "What are you carrying in the backpack?"

"I bought this toy for my great-granddaughter." When Mr. Song learned that Song Yuchuan had a three-year-old daughter, his eyes turned into crescent moons with laughter.

There are so many grandchildren in the family, but his eldest grandson is the most successful and makes him the grandpa.

Which of his friends would not envy him when he saw him?

Mr. Song would always go shopping in department stores every time he went out. If he had new toys, he would buy them home and save them for Xiaodou Bao.

I'm thinking of finding a suitable opportunity to mail the toys to her, or give them to her when she comes to Beijing next year.

Wang Gang had no choice but to go to the warehouse to get the backpack.

Mr. Song shouted from behind with great momentum, "Give my great-grandson the pink sheets you bought last time to put in his basket."

Wang Gang: "...all six backpacks are spread out?"

Mr. Song also packed up a room for Xiaodoubao, which was right next to Song Yuchuan and his wife's room.

Not only was it freshly painted inside, but the children's bed was also specially made. Even the quilt and sheets were custom-made in a tailor shop. The tailor shop asked the old man what kind of quilt cover he chose. How did the old man know what the children liked, so he made it

Ask the tailor shop proprietress to recommend it.

The landlady was not kind. She knew that the old man was preparing it for his great-granddaughter and that he didn't need money, so she said that children generally like pink, and there happened to be a lot of them in the store. She suggested that he choose more styles and make more quilts.

When the time comes, the children will change one every day and nothing will be the same for a week!

The most frightening thing is that Mr. Song thinks what the tailor shop proprietress said is very reasonable.

With a wave of his hand, he ordered all the dozens of pink fabrics in the store.

There are either peonies or unknown flowers on the pink sheets.

Wang Gang was stunned.

Whose children would like such big flowers?

Mr. Song was obviously deceived by the proprietress of the tailor shop. He wanted to stop her, but then he thought about it and decided to just deceive her. The old man had not been so happy in many years.

This is probably the charm of a close relationship.

Wang Gang took out all the backpacks and wiped them clean before putting the sheets inside. Everyone looked at them pink. Not to mention, they looked pretty good at first glance from a distance.

The three of them were so busy packing their things that they didn't notice anyone coming in.

The visitors were Song Jinwei's parents, Song Laosan and Wang Huier, and not far behind him was Song Fang's mother, Lu Xiu'e.

Wang Hui'er was almost depressed to death. She and Song Laosan would go back to the old house every weekend to see the old man, have a meal with him and chat.

It was originally a very happy thing.

She was very happy to come.

But lately I have been bumping into Lu Xiu'e every weekend, and Lu Xiu'e's every word is provocative.

Wang Hui'er didn't like to hear it, and it affected her mood a lot. However, her own upbringing prevented her from showing a cold face. Lu Xiu'e took the initiative to speak, and she couldn't ignore it the whole time.

This is the case in a family with many brothers and sisters. It's fine when you meet a reasonable person, but when you meet someone you don't like, you can't break up with them, and you can still look good.

So sometimes I have to pick up the conversation and start a conversation.

But as soon as Wang Hui'er talked to Lu Xiu'e, she became angry.

Lu Xiu'e always acted like a sister-in-law, pointing and not saying anything, but also trying to find out what was right and wrong.

Either she wanted to show off how promising her son was, just show off, but she also had to be praised and stepped on. Song Jinwei was the one who was stepped on every time.

Wang Huier was very unhappy to hear it.

No matter how good and promising Song Fang is, their third wife has never taken any advantage of him.

No matter how bad Song Jinwei is, he is still her treasure. Why should Lu Xiu'e step on him?

Since the last confrontation with Lu Xiu'e, Wang Hui'er sincerely didn't want to see Lu Xiu'e, didn't want to talk to it, and didn't want to see her.

Even thinking of Lu Xiu'e's voice or hearing the letter about Lu Xiu'e made her feel uncomfortable.

But I couldn't help but come to my old house on weekends, so Wang Hui'er had no choice but to come here.

She wanted to come later, so that even if she bumped into Lu Xiu'e and said hello and had a word, it wouldn't take up a lot of time.

Unexpectedly, I bumped into Lu Xiu'e at the door.

Wang Hui'er felt aggrieved and had no smile on her face. Lu Xiu'e was in a good mood and even took the initiative to say hello, "Third brother and sister, hasn't Jin Wei come back yet?"

I haven’t returned yet since school has started, and I don’t take my studies seriously. How can I get into college if I continue like this?

Hey, if you can't get into a good university, all those years of reading will be in vain. I'm sorry for all your hard work over the years.

He is quite a grown man, but he is really ignorant.

Let me tell you, he is the one you two are used to.

This educates children not to just indulge them blindly, but to take care of them when they should. If they don’t work hard, they won’t succeed.

However, Song Jinwei should have been stereotyped for such a long time, and he couldn't change it unless he was punished more severely.

Our Song Fang is different. He has been well educated by me since he was a child.

You are obedient and sensible, and you will never do such a rebellious thing."

Wang Huier:......

I really hate everything.

Is she speaking human language?

Wang Hui'er felt suffocated in her heart. If she hadn't been worried about angering the old man, she would have had a fight with Lu Xiu'e.

The reason why we were unhappy last time was because Lu Xiu'e was talking nonsense.

This is not over yet.
To be continued...